Chapter 27
Sawyer
I’d forgotten how exhausting rodeos can be.
I’m in Fort Worth, Texas, for the Thanksgiving weekend to support my friend Boone while he competes and to also make it up to my agent after missing the other events she wanted to send me on because I was too preoccupied with making up for lost time in the sheets with Honey.
As soon as I’m back in my hotel suite, I flop straight onto the bed, considering just going to sleep in my clothes.
Expectedly, I was bombarded with plenty of interviews and questions about my recovery, how I’m feeling knowing I won’t be this year’s Pbr World Champion, which hasn’t helped with the tiredness.
Nor did having to fend off a couple of women hoping for an evening with me, oblivious that my heart belongs elsewhere.
Still, being back at a rodeo again, in the throng of it all—the adrenaline, the blaring country music, laughing with other bull riders—has my blood singing for where it belongs, what it’s been missing.
I just have to work out how I can share that with Honey and Noah once I’m back on the road. If that’s what they want.
Honey, Noah, and May are in North Carolina to stay with Gray and his parents for actual Thanksgiving—a tradition they have where Honey and Gray switch as to who hosts Thanksgiving or Christmas. But I’ve bought them tickets to meet me in Fort Worth for a weekend of Thanksgiving rodeo fun.
Honey may have suggested I join them but I knew it was right to let them have their family time without me. The few weeks with her, spending quiet nights in my bed, sneaking her back to her room in the early mornings, and stealing kisses whenever Noah isn’t looking, has been beyond perfect.
Besides, my mind is always darker on holidays like this, and they didn’t need that. Finding things to be grateful for when I lived in a violent home where love ceased to exist wasn’t something to look forward to when I was younger.
Plus, spending Thanksgiving alone isn’t foreign to me.
Occasionally, I head over to Wyatt’s family’s place for Thanksgiving as I’m always invited out of pity.
It does soften the blow a bit that Duke and his grandmother usually go too, but I try not to make it a habit each year.
Instead, I usually head to some Thanksgiving rodeo event—it’s the only place I know keeps my head level, and man did it do wonders today knowing I was without my woman and her sweet boy.
I’m just about dozing off in my hotel bed when my phone buzzes beside me. The sight of Honey’s name on my phone screen when I reach for it has me instantly alert—like even just the promise of her voice is enough of a hit to have my addiction to her momentarily satisfied.
I put her on speakerphone and the phone on my chest as I lie back. ‘Hey, Blue. Everything okay?’
‘Hey, you,’ she replies, her voice a soft whisper. ‘I’ve just got in bed, everyone’s asleep now, so thought I’d give you a quick call. How was the rodeo? Feel good to be back?’
The silly smile that spreads through my cheeks knowing she was thinking of me is almost embarrassing. ‘Yeah, Blue. It really did. And seeing people still excited for me to return, has me itching to be fully healed and out there again. What about you? Good day? Noah okay?’
‘We’re good. It’s been real nice. I’ve eaten way too much, though.
’ She lets out her silvery laugh and the sound goes straight to my heart.
Fuck, as great as being at the rodeo today was, I can’t wait for her to get here.
‘Was good for Noah to see his grandparents too. Think they were very intrigued by the handsome cowboy me and Momma are living with that he was telling them all about, though.’
‘He called me handsome?’ I throw a hand to my forehead, chuckling. That kid doesn’t speak for ages and then says the funniest shit. Man, he’s the best. I miss him too.
Honey sighs. ‘Gray didn’t seem impressed.’
That bolsters me more than it should. I don’t even know the guy, but I hope he’s jealous. I’m petty, what can I say?
‘Why? His kid’s only telling the truth. I am a very handsome cowboy.’
That rewards me with another giggle of hers, all breathy like she’s trying to stifle it so not to wake anyone. I expect her to teasingly scold me for being too cocky or something, but instead her whisper takes on a honeyed cadence as she admits, ‘Mhm, you are. I miss you.’
I’d be a fool to miss the need that drips from each word.
‘Miss you too, Blue.’ The admission of such rolls off my tongue too easily—but she deserves my honesty, and I could never lie about how much I miss her gorgeous body. I hope I’ve caught on right when I ask, ‘You tired?’
‘Nope,’ she answers instantly.
Fuck, okay.
She better be thinking the same as me because my cock is already thickening in my pants.
‘You wearing anything?’
‘Nope.’
‘Fuck.’ The image of her completely bare—full breasts spilling over, damn grabbable hips on show, pretty pussy with that sweet patch of blonde hair above it—has my cock making a tent of my jeans. ‘I wish I could touch you right now, Blue. You gonna touch yourself for me instead?’
Her gulp on the other end is audible. ‘I can do that.’
Innocence laces her words, as if this wasn’t at all how she expected the phone call to go, even though I know she’s just as much the devil on my shoulder as she is the angel.
There’s this bold, passionate side to her that unearths itself around me in small ways, and sex seems to be one of those instances.
And I’ll happily indulge in being the vessel for her liberation.
‘Please, Blue.’ I yank my cock free, fisting it and giving myself the relief I need. It doesn’t come close to the feel of Honey, whether it’s her mouth, hands, or pussy, but I’ve got a vivid imagination, and her on the other end of the phone to trick me enough.
‘Touch that pretty pussy for me,’ I order her, my voice strained as I give my cock slow strokes. The urge to pump myself harder when her sweet whimper sounds down the phone takes a lot to fight, but I need to make myself last. ‘Tell me what you’re doing, Blue.’
‘I’m—I’m circling my clit.’
‘Yeah? Getting yourself nice and wet for me, sweetheart?’
‘Mhm,’ she mewls, a symphony of hushed whimpers following as she plays with herself. Her noises of pleasure get me off too easily, and I let my mind drift off to them, keeping my strokes lazy until I know she’s ready for more.
‘Can you slip a finger inside?’
There’s a long silence, and then she gasps, ‘Two.’
The delicious sound has my cock jerking in my hand. I’m so damn jealous of her fingers right now, knowing they get to feel the soft, hot velvet of her.
‘So fucking greedy tonight, Blue. Wish it was my cock inside you right now. Wish it was your tight cunt I could feel around me instead of my fist.’
‘Yes,’ she just breathes out, like I’ve spoken her very thoughts aloud.
I can’t help but groan, an almost growl-like noise vibrating in my throat at the distant, wet sounds coming from my phone as she pumps her fingers inside of her, accompanied by her trembling breaths.
It’s a fucking melody is what it is. I wish I could record it, listen to it over and over. The noises for me only.
Mischief fills my mind then. ‘Hey, Blue? Where’s Gray sleeping?’
‘In the bedroom next to mine.’
I bite down on my lip hard as I quicken the pace of my hand, squeezing tighter while trying to battle my looming release. ‘You playing with yourself while your ex is in the room next door? Thinking of me fucking you while he’s asleep?’
‘Mhm,’ she whimpers.
‘Filthy girl,’ I chuckle out, pleasure rushing up my spine at the thought. At how I can tease this side out of innocent little Honey Goldman. Always have. ‘And here I was thinking you weren’t a rule breaker, Blue.’
‘Can’t help it when it comes to you,’ she murmurs back. ‘Never have.’
That’s fucking right.
‘Sawyer,’ she squeaks out—and I know she must be close because she’s struggling to be quiet. I hope she can’t fight her moans when she finally comes. I hope Gray hears, hope the walls are thin. So he knows that she’s being taken care of by a real man.
‘I’m here, Blue,’ I grit out, trying so hard to hold back from the release I’m barrelling towards. But I can’t, not before she does. The thought of finishing to the sound of her coming is too enticing. ‘You can let go. Wanna hear you come, sweetheart.’
Her muffled cry is all I need to go over the edge myself. I frantically lift my T-shirt just in time for my climax hitting me—an explosion of euphoria that has me groaning as I finish over my stomach, imagining it’s Honey’s perfect tits I’m painting instead.
The line becomes nothing but heavy breaths petering out as we both take our time to come back around.
I could listen to this all night—the symphony of her pleasure-induced breaths, slowly lulling me to sleep, as if she’s here.
It bolsters me with a little hope that maybe we can make this work once I’m inevitably on the road again.