Chapter Six
Evie
“So, you’re kidnapping me now?” I stare up at the giant man beside me, studying the ink that’s drawn up and down his arms. “Do you really think that’s a smart choice?”
“No, but I’m glad I did it. I’m relieved you’re free from that insufferable trash bag of a human.”
“Right,” I groan, watching the pine trees fly by as we climb the mountain. I have no idea how fast the truck is moving, but everything looks like a blur, “and you’re the hero that saved me. I suppose I’m supposed to get down on my knees and tell you how thankful I am.”
He glances toward me with a playful expression. “I mean… I wouldn’t hate that.”
My eyes roll to the side. “And the part about my father and the millions of dollars he just spent on a wedding, the two families coming from all over the world, and the house Leon and I bought together… that’s all just nothing, right? Just forget about it and move on? Nothing is that simple, Sawyer.”
“It could be.” He shifts the truck and moves his feet from the gas to the clutch. I’d forgotten how hot it is watching him drive like this. There’s a control and confidence in shifting gears. A focus and precision. Not to mention the rev of the engine and the tactile feedback the gear shift adds.
Maybe I’m simpler than I thought.
“Look, princess,” his hand lands on my thigh between shifts, “I don’t know how to make sense of all this out loud or I’d have done that at the start, but the bottom line is… you should listen to your heart, then we can make this whole thing easy. I take you home, you live with me, and I shoot anyone who comes near us. The end.”
I’m not sure many men could get away with a statement like that, but somehow, Sawyer does.
“Right,” I drag my manicured nail over my bottom lip, “and the wedding tomorrow? I just forget that too?”
“Yup.” He turns up the old dirt road we used to pick berries on. It’s dark but between the moon and the headlights, I see the row of blackberry bushes we used to make out in. God, those days were nice.
“Wait, did you buy a house up here?”
“No.”
“Then where are we going?”
“I built one.”
Of course he built his own house. There’s nothing this man doesn’t do. I’m starting to think I really did fall off that boat and hit my head. By now my brain is probably unrecoverably damaged anyway, so I might as well let it ride.
The moonlit path toward the cabin in the back woods is like that of a storybook. He’s collected rocks from the area to line the driveway and there’s a front porch hanging off the front of the cabin with two rocking chairs side by side.
The cabin itself is framed by two pine trees and I’m sure the logs have been locally sourced.
“This is pretty incredible. You did this all by yourself?”
“Well, my buddy Gage helped with the architecture, but I did the labor and the detail work. You know him, the guy who owns the tattoo shop, married to Raven, Henry’s daughter.”
Everyone in town knows Henry Baxter. His family owns most of the land up here and he was the original owner of Rugged Mountain Ink, the establishment that put Rugged Mountain on the map.
“Yeah, I remember him. I didn’t know about Raven’s husband, though. That’s cool. Maybe he’d be interested in helping design a playground project. My sister was randomly passionate about getting a town playground built yesterday.”
“A playground? She has kids now?”
“No. I meant to talk to her about it some more, but we got busy this afternoon. Anyway… your cabin is gorgeous.”
“Thanks. I’ll get in touch with Gage about plans for a playground.”
“She’ll be happy to hear that.” I smile softly and stare toward the dimly lit cabin laid out in front of me. It’s perfect. I can’t believe he built this with his own hands. Well, I can… Sawyer’s always building things. I’ve forever admired that about him.
The detail on the outside of the cabin alone is insane with stone accents and etched wooden shutters. He’s even made a custom wood-burned sign with a mountain scene to hang by the front door.
Sawyer parks and climbs down out of the truck, making his way around quickly to help me out. It’s a subtle detail most men miss, but he’s always right there, opening my door, holding my hand, kissing my forehead.
Jesus. What am I doing? I should run. My being here is only going to cause drama, but I can’t get myself to walk away. Hell, I can barely look away.
So, instead of leaving, I follow him up the front steps of the porch and stand waiting under the light as he slides the key into the door, then follow him through the house, touring the cabin.
Built-in bookcases, a stone fireplace, a rainfall shower with river-rock floor, a bedroom with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the dark forest, and a butcher block kitchen complete with farmhouse sink and a hand carved slice of pie sitting on the windowsill.
Sawyer glances toward me, noticing me observing the carving. “I told you I thought about you every day.”
The warmth that had comforted me earlier returns. I shouldn’t feel guilty for loving him. I shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting him. I shouldn’t feel guilty for wanting to tear his clothes off and finally learn what it feels like to have him inside of me.
I’m a grown woman. I’m no longer with Leon. My father is just an old man. That’s all. He doesn’t have power over me anymore.
So then why is my stomach riddled with guilt?
“You’re in your head. Come out of it and be with me.” Sawyer says it matter-of-factly as though the answer is that easy.
“What am I doing here?” I sigh and watch as he pulls down two coffee mugs from the fridge.
“You’re getting comfortable. You want a t-shirt to change into?” He grins, showing off the dimple he hides on his right cheek. “I have to warn you, though, that might put this over the edge for me.”
“Sawyer,” I say, stepping toward him, tears welling in my eyes, “I’m scared.”
He nuzzles me against his chest and brushes the back of my hair down, holding me close. “Of what, princess? Your dad?”
“Of everything. I don’t want to get used to seeing you again, get used to this feeling again, only to lose you.”
He kisses the top of my head with a growl low in his throat. “You’re mine, you hear me? We belong together. We’ve always belonged together. I’m sorry I didn’t take you sooner.” He leans into the top of my head, kissing me gently over and over again. “Tell me you belong to me.”
My eyes close and hair rises on the back of my neck as my fingers ache with need. For thirty years I’ve lived under my father’s thumb. I dated the boys he chose. I studied what he wanted me to study. I took on the flower shop because he believed the world didn’t need more pies. I wear high fashion and expensive shoes because that’s what I was told to do. Worst of all, I left the love of my life to marry a man my father said was the one.
My father is wrong. He’s always been wrong, and I’m finally done following.
Sawyer kisses his way to the lobe of my ear and back again, focusing on the back of my neck where his warm breath sends tingles down my spine and straight to my groin. “Tell me you belong to me, princess, and I’ll make whatever you want happen.”
I turn back toward Sawyer, lift onto my toes, and press my lips into his, breathing in the taste of the coffee and the scent of pine on his skin. “I’m yours, Sawyer. I promise. Take me.”
Goosebumps break out all over my body, and as his large, rough hand cups my face, the urge to feel him inside of me is now at a fever pitch. I need this man. I need his hands on my body, his tongue on my skin, his cock inside of me.
“Have you thought about this as many times as I have?” Sawyer groans into my mouth as he kisses me deeper. I’m pretty sure I’m within an inch of unraveling at this point.
I draw in a deep breath, breaking the kiss long enough to say, “Yeah, like, a lot.” I leave out the part about masturbating to the thought of him and the few times I slid into fantasies of the two of us when Leon and I had to have sex.
I guess that should’ve been my first clue that I was taking the wrong path.
“What did you think about?” He kisses his way across my collarbone, tugging at the hem of my dress. “Tell me what you thought about, princess.”
“Princess…” I love when he calls me princess. I feel so small and dainty, though I’m clearly not. That said, there’s no way in hell I’m telling him all the filthy things I’ve thought about over the years.
“You first.” I stare up at him, lips parted, thighs aching, desperation in full force.
He clears his throat and wraps his hands around my waist, pressing me against his frame until I feel the solid ache of his cock against my stomach.
Dear Lord, what’s happening? Two hours ago, I was watching my fiancé go face deep in another woman’s cleavage, wondering what had become of my life. Now, I’m rubbing up against Sawyer’s hard cock without a care in the world.
“Well,” he groans, lifting me up onto the kitchen counter, “I thought about lifting you up just like this. I thought about spreading your thick thighs wide, and I thought about tasting you. Would you let me taste you, princess?”
I hum out some sort of aching response that means yes, and Sawyer presses against my mouth and tangles his tongue with mine.
Groan after groan rises up from his throat as he kisses my neck and nibbles his way toward my nipples.
“Jesus, princess. This doesn’t feel real. Tell me you need it.” His breath is hot on my skin, and every touch is heightened and tingling.
“I need you so bad, Sawyer. I need your cock.”
He growls, pulls my panties to the ground, and kisses his way up my leg, between my thighs, and onto my aching pussy.
I don’t remember a time I ever made love that felt like this. Until now, the only man I’ve ever been with is Leon, and his hands were always cold and quick. He never kissed me like this, never took his time, never made me feel loved and adored. He certainly never went down on me.
Sawyer sucks the inside of my thigh as I jump against the warmth of his mouth. He kisses the outer lips softly, then licks against the seam before sliding his thick fingers inside of me and scrubbing his tongue against my clit.
“Oh my God!” I pant, leaning back against the cool kitchen counter as he tugs me to the edge and eats me out like an actual cherry pie.
“Good girl, princess. You taste so fucking sweet.”
I want to tell him this is the first time I’ve ever experienced this, that he’s the first man to ever taste me, to ever take his time with my body, but I can’t speak. Instead, every word comes out in mumbled sighs as I grind up against his face.
“Oh God,” I moan, scrubbing against his beard.
He thrusts his fingers into me harder and sucks my clit, flicking his tongue against the most sensitive parts of me.
Searching for something to grip, I land on the edge of the countertop, scrubbing up against his face harder and faster.
“Good girl,” he groans, barely lifting his tongue. “Come on my face. I need it.” His words are mumbled and I’m not sure how any of this works, but the soft enunciation of every syllable sends vibrations through me and suddenly my eyes are crossed, my desperation is unleashed, and I’m screaming out for relief as I come all over his face.
Sawyer takes this as a license to devour every drop. He kisses my pussy harder, licks me deeper, and laps me up as though I’ve been all he’s been desperate to taste. My legs twitch and I squirm against his touch as I become sensitive to every sensation.
“Fuck,” he groans under his breath and drags his fingers out from my sopping wet core. “You’re so tight, princess.” He licks his fingers clean and stares toward me, his gaze dilated, hungry, and wild.
“I need your cock, Sawyer.” I’m not sure I’ve ever been so needy in my life, but everything about this man has my body desperate for more.
“I don’t have protection.”
“I don’t care.” I sit up and pull him close, tugging at the belt of his jeans, dragging them to the floor with my feet. This is the first I’ve ever seen his cock, and dear Lord is it impressive. “I need you.”
He’s thick and long, much larger than anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s so large that I’m not sure how that thing is ever going inside.
My nails dig into his strong shoulders, and he growls low in my ear, the scent of my pleasure on his beard.
“If we do this, princess, I’m not letting you go. Not ever. You’re mine. No discussions, no nothing. You belong to me.”
I suck in a deep breath and stare toward the man I’ve fantasized about for years. The man I should’ve stayed with in the first place. The man that makes me feel things no other person can. I know this isn’t going to be easy, but living without him won’t be easy either. I can’t go back to that again. “I promise, I’m yours.”
He growls low and thrusts into me slowly, studying my face as he explores my inner depths.
“Fuck. You’re so damn tight, princess.” He pulls back slightly, then digs in deeper until the full length of his cock hits places I didn’t know existed.
I hang my head back as he fists into my hair and pulls ever so gently. “Come on, eyes on me. I want to watch that pretty face as you’re coming on my cock.”
He thrusts faster and I hold him tight, aching for more as he continues to tug and thrust. In and out. Faster then slower. Slower then faster.
I’m sure now that I’m at the bottom of the lake. This isn’t real.
It’s then that I notice headlights shining up the stone driveway. Shit! Maybe this is the tunnel of light everyone talks about.
Dear God, please let me finish this death dream before you take me. I need it! I need it so damn bad!
Closing my eyes, I focus on the perfect friction, but the light gets brighter and the stones popping under the tires outside get louder.
“I think someone’s here,” I pant as he continues to thrust and tug at the back of my hair. I never understood why people were into that until right now. With every tug, I get a little release of euphoria.
“They can wait.” Sawyer thrusts harder, his gaze focused on mine as he moves.
The friction is more than I can stand, and I feel myself edging close to another orgasm as a tall, frail man climbs the steps outside the front window. I can only see shadows through the thin curtain, but it’s enough that I know who’s coming.
“Oh my God! That’s my father.” I pant out the words as Sawyer thrusts into me harder and harder.
“I can’t stop,” he groans. “I’m so close.” There’s an urgency and carnal desperation in his voice. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before. A sound that lets me know he’s seriously not stopping.
A sound that turns me on, even more.
My pussy clenches tighter around his cock and a flood of warmth spreads over me as I scream out, “I love you, Sawyer!”
“I fucking love you, princess.” He thrusts into me one final time and growls as he tips into my neck, scraping his teeth against my shoulder. “You’re mine.”
He’s warm, big, strong, and perfect. As he thrusts out his final bits of pleasure, I come hard, thrashing against his thick cock with a moan I hope to hell my father can’t hear, though judging by the slamming against the front door, I gather he’s heard something.
“We need to move. He’s not gonna knock again.” I lean into Sawyer’s lips and kiss him gently as he pulls from inside of me, leaving behind a cool displeasing sensation that only proves how desperately I need him.
He kisses my forehead and tugs up his jeans before handing me my panties. “Go into the bathroom and don’t leave until I tell you to. Understand?”
I always thought I wanted a knight in shining armor. A man willing to stand up for me at all costs. Truth be told, Sawyer has been that man. But as he tugs up his jeans and tucks his gun back into the waistband, I, for once in my life, take control of things myself. “Why don’t you go in the bathroom? I’ve got some things I need to settle.”