Chapter 16
BECKETT
Not sure that was an overstatement, either. I’d danced more than I had in…well, ever. My clothes were sticking to me, Sawyer’s cheeks were red, which meant mine probably looked the same, and our glow sticks had begun to fade.
At some point when we’d been saying goodbye to his moms for the fifth time, Sawyer’s hand had found mine and never left, and that was where it stayed as we made our way back to the cabin. Neither of us said anything about it, but we didn’t have to.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Sawyer said, sucking in a deep lungful of air and turning his face toward the wind. It was cold out, but it was refreshing after the long night.
Our footsteps crunched softly along the path back to the cabin, the solar lights illuminating our way glowing warm, and for a while we just walked, fingers laced, shoulders occasionally bumping.
“So. You survived,” he said.
“So did you.”
“I can’t believe you know all those dances.” He glanced over at me, eyes twinkling. “The Tootsie Roll? Really, Becks?”
“I don’t know where that came from.”
“Well, wherever it was, consider me impressed.”
His shoulder brushed against mine again as we walked, and I felt it: that awareness of him that was getting increasingly hard to avoid. And so was the fact that we’d kissed, again, and now were heading back to the cabin…alone.
“Wow, look at that.” The trees that had been blocking out the sky opened up, and I followed Sawyer’s gaze. The moon was bright and full, reflecting off the lake in a way that made it seem closer than usual.
We both came to a stop, staring up at it, the cold breeze sending a shiver through me I could barely feel.
At least, that was why I assumed I was shivering. Couldn’t possibly be from being so close to Sawyer and holding back.
He looked at me, catching me staring at him and not the sky, and that was when I felt it—the moment we’d been building toward all night.
I tugged him toward me, and he came, easily, facing me and wetting his lips.
“Hey,” he said, his voice quieter now.
“Hey.”
He took a step closer, and I made my move. I cupped his jaw, his face warm against my fingers, and brushed my mouth over the top of his—softly, giving him an out if he didn’t want this.
But Sawyer leaned in, chasing my lips, letting go of my hand to slide both of his up my chest.
There was nothing tentative in this kiss, not this time, not when I swept my tongue inside the interior of his mouth and he let out a moan.
It only spurred me on; I slid my hand to his waist to pull him in closer, devouring his mouth with everything I’d been holding back.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one, because Sawyer angled his head, diving in deeper, digging his fingers into my chest before sliding them up to wrap around my neck.
God, he tasted so good. Felt so good. He fit perfectly in my arms, and I wasn’t going to stop and think about why that was dangerous.
A piercing wolf whistle rent the air, followed by Rome shouting, “Get a room!”
Sawyer groaned, and I had a feeling he’d flipped his brother off, because I heard Rome’s laughter as it disappeared in the opposite direction.
But he was right. We really should get in the room, and when I pulled back, Sawyer said, “We should—”
“Yeah.”
That was all that needed to be said as we made for the cabin, fully aware we were about to make things significantly more complicated than they already were.
The door barely had time to shut behind us before Sawyer was pushing me back against it, his mouth finding mine again. I reached for his ass, pulling him in closer as the kiss deepened, shifted, and we lost what little restraint we’d had outside.
“Your outfit,” he murmured against my lips, tugging at the jacket knotted at my waist, “has got to go.”
“Yours first.”
“Deal.”
His mouth crashed down on mine as he unbuckled the overalls, and I quickly worked the jacket loose. Fabric dropped at our feet and I started on the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with fast, precise fingers.
But there were a hundred of them, and we were both impatient.
“Just rip it,” he said, breathless as he nipped at my lips.
I did just that, tearing the rest of the shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the hardwood.
He grinned as I pushed the material off his shoulders, his hands already reaching for my tank, pulling it up out of my track pants.
I had it off in record time, and then my mouth was on his again as I backed him toward the bed.
We held on to each other, stumbling a bit in an effort to kick our shoes off as we moved across the room. Now that we were finally alone, all that sexual tension that had been simmering had finally exploded, and I needed to get more of Sawyer.
His legs hit the bed and we both fell onto it, Sawyer on his back, me on top of him. His hand trailed down to my ass and he groaned.
“No, not the pants,” he said, trying to yank them down my hips.
I sat up, pushing them off, but the material had molded to my skin at some point during the night. I got to my feet, shoving them off me, and when I’d kicked them aside and straightened, Sawyer sat up on his elbows, mouth parted.
“Fuck,” he said softly, swallowing as his eyes trailed down my body, where a thin pair of boxer briefs struggled to contain my erection. “You’re perfect.”
He obviously hadn’t looked in the mirror lately.
Spread out on the mattress, chest heaving, staring up at me with fuck-me eyes, Sawyer Montgomery was hotter than any fantasy I could remember having.
His body was long and lean, with legs for days—and a stiff dick punching through his briefs and begging for my mouth.
I crawled up the mattress between his thighs, skimming my nose over his erection and breathing him in deep. God, he was fucking mouthwatering, and the amount of control it took to keep moving up his body was incredible.
“You,” I said, caging him in with my arms on either side of his body as I looked down, “are a goddamn dream.”
His lips parted, eyes a little dazed at my words, but he needed to believe it. Needed someone who would worship him and his body the way he deserved.
“One you’d like to touch?” he asked, his hand moving between us. He dragged his fingers over my covered dick, and it jerked, liking that a little too much.
I leaned into his touch, lowering my mouth back down to his to nip at his lips, “Touch. Kiss. Fuck.”
“Oh my God,” he said on a sigh, arching his head back as I kissed and sucked my way down his throat. “I want that.”
His fingers curled around my cock, stroking me in a way that had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head.
“Sawyer.” I stole his lips again, diving deep inside that sweet fucking mouth, tangling my tongue with his. Reaching down, I grabbed hold of his thigh and hiked it up by my hip; his hands disappeared from between us so I could grind my dick over his.
He sucked in a breath—or should I say our breath, since our mouths were fused in a scorching kiss that set me on fire.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone so badly. My heart was pounding in time with my cock, so hard and fast it was a wonder I hadn’t passed out.
He grabbed at my ass, pulling me even closer. The friction of the serious cock-rub happening was driving me out of my mind, and it would’ve been easy to come right then and there.
But I had other plans for tonight, ones that had me getting up close and personal with the rock-hard length Sawyer was sporting.
I dipped my fingers beneath the waist of his briefs, skimming the head of his dick, and then everything changed.
One second we were speeding toward mutual orgasms, and the next…
“You’re not charging me extra for this, right?”
He was teasing when he said it, his tone light and still full of desire as he kissed his way across my jaw to my ear.
But it was like a cold bucket of water getting splashed in my face, and I froze.
Then Sawyer froze.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. It was a joke.”
One that only reminded me of the fact that I really shouldn’t be here at all. Not in the Catskills, not in this cabin, and definitely not with Sawyer.
Fuck.
I sat up between Sawyer’s spread thighs, still breathing heavily, and he lifted up on his elbows. “I mean, obviously I was kidding. Unless…I mean… Does this cost more?”
It was honest, but the words landed like a slap anyway. Because of course that was what he would think. It was one thing to kiss him and tell him I’d meant it, but he was obviously under the impression that anything sexual came with the job. Or could. For the right price.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to regroup, but Sawyer wasn’t giving me a chance to think.
“Sorry, it’s just that we haven’t talked about it, and you said the kiss was because you wanted to, but is this because you want to or… I don’t know. This is stupid, and I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first before we—”
“No,” I cut in, swallowing thickly. “It’s fine. Consider this one on the house.”
“Oh.” His mouth snapped shut, and we both went silent, a different kind of tension creeping into the room and snuffing out the embers of anything sexual.
Wow. Way to fuck this up, Calder.
I shifted, moving off the mattress and getting to my feet. The damage was done. I could see it in his expression and the way the air shifted between us. My dick still hadn’t gotten the memo, but it would. Nothing else was happening tonight.
If ever, now.
Swiping my pants off the floor, I started in the direction of the bathroom, needing to put some distance between us—and take another cold shower.
But then, because it suddenly felt important to say, I turned, facing Sawyer again. “I don’t do this. Not like…this.”
His brows knitted together. “Then why—”
“Because it’s you,” I said, the words coming out before I could overthink them. “It’s different with you.”
Silence fell again between us, and after a long moment, Sawyer let out a breath, his gaze dropping for a second before coming back up.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Okay.”
But it wasn’t okay. Not really.
With one last look, I turned and headed into the bathroom, and as the door clicked shut behind me, I wondered if it was possible for this to ever be anything more with the lie hanging over my head.