Chapter 10
Sawyer
I have been outside of Autumn’s house every night for the last two weeks. Running into her at the park and at the store have not been a coincidence. I made sure that happened.
I’ve never been jogging a day in my fucking life until now, and my thighs have been screaming at me. But, if that means I might run into Autumn when she’s walking her dog, then that’s just fine by me.
Apparently, I am also following her to a coffee shop now. Why hasn’t she noticed that someone is following her? She may have joked about it to me, but she can’t be that unobservant, surely?
What’s so funny? What is she laughing at?
I watch her face through the window. Her beautiful tear-soaked cheeks puff out, and her glossy, deep brown waves dance off her shoulders. I want to be the reason tears are running down her cheeks, and not because I made her laugh, but because she’s swallowing my dick.
I have not stopped thinking about Autumn since our ill-fated meeting. Watching those perfect tits jiggle as I pulled her up, and that deliciously round ass as she walked away from me made me feel things that I haven’t for a long time.
Instantly I was hooked on her, and I haven’t been able to shake it.
I don’t do relationships. After my divorce ten years ago, I swore off them completely, and I haven’t had one since.
In those ten years, I’ve had good times with some beautiful women, but my chest almost imploded when Autumn looked at me.
I don’t want a relationship with her, but I have a strange need to protect her. I don’t know why. I have become quickly obsessed with this woman, which is why I’ve made a habit of running into her whenever I could make it look coincidental.
The night after we met, I intended to knock on her door, but her friend didn’t fucking leave.
Fuck it.
I get out of my car and pull on my jacket. I walk into Ground and Down with no plan at all other than to see Autumn again.