Chapter 12
Sawyer
I should have sent Psalm that damn picture. At least then I might have an inkling of what I was dealing with. Maybe it was foolish to wait for her to tell me the whole story. Here I was possibly putting my life in danger, and I didn’t even know what I was up against.
I sat on my patio, smoking a cigar, while Z was curled up on the couch in the living room.
She had been crying since we got to my house.
I figured she would want to be alone for a while after everything that went down, so I sat outside, watching the sun set.
I promised that she would be OK, yet someone had gotten to her under my watch.
I’d had Denise to pack up her things at the hotel and asked Chris to deliver them to my house. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that her attacker had escaped without a trace. So far, none of the cameras had picked up his face since he’d kept his head down the whole time he was in the building.
When I finally got up and walked inside, I was grateful to see one of the books I’d given her open and face down on the couch.
We both knew the attack wasn’t random. Whoever had come to the executive floor knew exactly who they were looking for and where to find them.
To say that was unsettling was an understatement.
Someone had tracked her down right to the room.
The night air had done little to settle my nerves, but I knew I needed to put all that shit aside for my girl.
As much as I fussed at Z about skipping meals, I wasn’t really in the mood to eat dinner.
I wanted to make sure there was something for her, though.
The bathroom door opened, making me turn to look at her.
She was wrapped in one of the robes from the hotel with a towel on her head.
She looked refreshed, but I couldn’t be sure of her state of mind.
“I feel a little better for what it’s worth,” she announced.
“Good. I was about to see what I could whip up for dinner.”
“I really don’t have an appetite right now. Would you be mad if I wanted to skip it?” she asked.
“You know the answer to that.”
“When was the last time you let someone take care of you?” she inquired.
I shook my head. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”
“Everyone needs someone to take care of them.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Well can I do something for you?”
“Like what?” I asked, frowning at her question.
“You’ll see,” she said, stepping closer and taking both of my hands and leading me back into the steamy bathroom.
She turned the shower on before turning back to face me.
I had no idea where this was going, but as she pushed my shirt over my head, I decided that I liked it.
Quietly, I helped her undress me before she removed her robe and put it on the counter.
I took both her titties in my hands, ducking my head to cover one of her nipples with my mouth.
She giggled, pulling back before I could latch on. “Behave, Sawyer.”
“How are you getting naked but telling me to behave?”
“There will be time for that. Right now, let me take care of you.”
She removed the towel from her damp hair, letting it fall to the floor as she took both my hands in hers and backed into the shower with me in tow.
She guided me down onto the shower bench before turning and grabbing a blue and beige bottle.
I recognized it as something from a kit that I got but had never used.
Z wet her hands before squirting the beard shampoo in her hands and walking closer to gently massage it into my beard. I needed to do something with my hands, so I reached around and grabbed her ass while she used her fingers to work out the tension in my jaw.
Once she was satisfied, she chose a different bottle and did the same routine for my hair. No one had washed my hair since I was about eight years old. It felt awkward for a second, but as she worked her magic, I realized that the stiffness was leaving my muscles in real time.
“Stand up for me, baby,” she ordered, helping me up and guiding me under the stream of the water.
Somehow, her short ass helped me rinse my hair. Once the shampoo was out of my beard and hair, she applied a cream moisturizer to my beard and put conditioner in my hair.
“Let that sit for a minute,” she instructed.
When she turned to get my soap, I took the chance to slap her on her ass.
She looked good as fuck all wet. I couldn’t remember why we hadn’t taken a shower together before then, but I didn’t want to do it any other way from that moment on.
I reached for the soap, but she pulled it away as she squirted it into one of those spongy things.
The one she’d been using was purple, so I assumed this gray one must be new.
I stood there letting the anxiety coiled through me melt down the drain as her fine ass lathered me up from head to toe.
Once she was satisfied, we rinsed me off together.
Moving back over to the shelf, she grabbed another bottle and turned back to me.
Z nudged me until I was facing the water with my back to her and rubbed me down with the bath oil.
When I was facing her again, she moved down my chest with a thin layer of oil, then lowered herself to her knees and massaged it into my legs and thighs. I closed my eyes and let myself finish turning to mush under her touch. I moaned when she cupped my balls and carefully moisturized them too.
My eyes flew open as her warm mouth slowly slid over the head of my dick.
I looked down at her and almost lost my composure when I found her big, pretty eyes staring back up at me.
When my dick hit the back of her throat and she didn’t gag, I had to put my hand on the wall to hold me up. How the hell did she do that?
Z took her time bobbing her head, taking me down her throat and coming back to the tip just to swallow me down again.
I wasn’t ashamed that the sound of me moaning echoed off the walls of the shower as she worked me over.
She had to have had some practice because there was no way anyone would just wake up one morning knowing how to deep throat on a professional level.
That shit felt so good that I wanted to thank her teacher.
I reached down to cup her gorgeous face in my hands as I thrust my hips, fucking her mouth to match her tempo. I could have screamed every time she swirled her tongue around the head of my dick. Whoever thought they were going to hurt her on my watch was as good as dead.
My balls tightened, and the muscles of my ass contracted as she sucked me bone dry.
Z made sure there wasn’t anything left before standing to her feet and wiping the corners of her mouth with her hands.
I probably was a little too rough when I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her, but I couldn’t control myself.
Was it too soon to say I was in love? Damn. I was pretty sure three and a half weeks was a record, especially for me. I needed to call Nick to make sure I wasn’t crazy. He told me he fell in love with his wife the first time they met.
“You ready?” she asked, smiling up at me.
I was so in my head that I couldn’t even speak.
Instead, I nodded my head and followed her out of the shower like a little kid.
She passed me a towel. I kept my eyes on her, watching as she wrapped her hair in a turban towel contraption as I dried myself off.
Once her hair was situated, she grabbed her robe from the counter, shrugging it on as she led the way out of the bathroom.
“I hope you don’t mind if I sleep in your room tonight. I don’t feel like being alone right now.”
“Woman,” I said, scooping her up from behind and carrying her over to the bed.
She laughed like hell, unfurling the remaining nerves sitting on my chest. I hadn’t heard that sound all day long. I placed her on the bed and climbed in next to her, pulling her with me as I got comfortable.
“I want to sleep with you tonight and every night after this,” I confessed.
It felt good to see her smile in response. “Good.”
“As a matter of fact, come here. I owe you,” I said, backing up until my back was pressed against the headboard.
“Owe me what?”
“Stand up here and let me show you.”
“I’m not standing on your bed, Sawyer.”
“What did I tell you to do, mama?”
“This is crazy,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully as she shifted to stand up.
“Uh-uh, right in front of me. Put your feet by my sides,” I instructed, pulling her hand to guide her.
I swept her robe back, snaking my hands up the back of her thighs to pull her plump pussy into my face.
Her parted thighs gave me full access to her as I slid my tongue into her sweet, slippery space.
Freshly washed wet pussy was my favorite meal.
She moaned as I sank my fingers in her ass, slithering my tongue further into her.
When she held onto the back of my head and started to grind her hips against my mouth, I almost lost my composure.
As I devoured her, her syrupy juices saturated my beard, making me ravenous for more. I didn’t want it in my mouth, though. I wanted her on my dick. I shifted my hands, grabbing her hips and pulling her down to her knees.
“Sit on this dick, mama.”
“I don’t know about that, Saw. I’ve never done that,” she said, lowering herself until she was sitting on my thighs. When she leaned over to move off my lap, I held onto her hips.
“I know, baby. I got you. Just slide down on it and do what you feel. If it’s too much, pull back.”
She nodded. “OK.”
I grabbed my dick, helping to guide it into her as she sank down on me with her eyes closed.
Her lips parted and her brows knitted closer as her wet pussy cloaked me.
The more of me she took, the better it felt.
I wanted to close my eyes to revel in the feeling, but I loved looking at her face so much that I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Woo.” Her eyes popped open, and she braced her hands on my chest to keep herself steady.
“That’s it, mama. You good?”
“Yes, I just feel so full. I don’t know, Saw.”
“Come here,” I said, cupping her chin in one hand and pulling her lips to mine.
She parted her lips, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth.
As we kissed, my hands clamped down on her ass as I dragged her up my dick a few inches and eased her back down to see how she would take it.
After a few times, she followed my lead and started to ride me slowly.
Her head fell back between her shoulders as she picked up her pace.
My baby seemed to be taking it well, but I was a damn mess as her hot pussy vacuum sealed around my dick.
She might not have been a professional dick rider, but her pussy was so good and tight that it didn’t even matter.
I leaned forward, taking one of her titties in my hand as I covered her nipple with my mouth.
I swirled my tongue on her nipple feeling her pussy get even wetter before I moved over to pay the same attention to the other one.
“Shit, Sawyer,” she hissed, grabbing the back of my head and drawing me further into her chest.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth and wrapped my arms around her back, slowly bouncing her on my dick.
I pulled back to catch my breath, and she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her chest into mine.
My lap was soaked with her juices as her pussy contracted around my dick.
I moved down enough so that I could fuck her back.
The sound of her moans was music to my ears.
She rested her head on my shoulder and picked up the pace, rolling her hips to match my tempo.
“Look at me,” I demanded, taking a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back until we were face-to-face.
Her brows were knitted like she might cry.
I felt the same for a number of reasons.
The main one being her pussy milking me for everything I had.
“A muthafucka will have to kill me before I let them take you away from me. You hear me?”
“Yes.” She nodded, eyes fluttering as I continued to drive into her.
“I promise I’m never letting anyone get to you again. Do you fucking hear me?”
“Yes, baby. I hear you.” Her mouth sagged and her eyes snapped closed before tears streamed down her cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Sawyer.”
I didn’t say anything else as we fucked each other until we both were drained.
When I was sure she was finished cumming, I lifted her off me.
Together, we stumbled back to the bathroom where we took a quick shower together and crashed back into bed.
I was probably knocked out before my head hit the pillow.
Still, in my heart, I knew I had to figure something out fast. My baby’s life depended on it. Maybe mine did too.
Z slept soundly as I rested on my back and stared up at the ceiling.
After a two-hour nap, I was wide awake waiting for my guys to get back with me about the parking lot cameras.
My phone vibrated against the nightstand, and I almost jumped out of bed to pick it up, hoping that Chris had an update for me.
Instead of Chris, it was Nicholas. He probably had heard about the incident. Since Z was knocked out, I eased out of bed before finally swiping the screen and preparing myself to answer a million questions.
“Yeah?”
“Saw, where the fuck are you right now?” he barked.
“Fine, thank you for asking.”
“This is not the time to be funny, bro. This is serious. Where are you?”
“I’m home. Why, did something else happen?”
“You tell me what happened. What the fuck are you doing with Zenia Morgan?” he quizzed.
My brows dipped at his question. “Who?”
“Zenia Morgan. She’s Zahad’s oldest daughter, man.
I watched the video footage from the attack on the executive floor earlier today.
First of all, imagine my surprise when I received the report from someone else that your girlfriend that I knew nothing about was attacked at the hotel.
Anyway, I looked at the fucking video Chris sent us, and it’s some dude in all-black trying to grab Zenia Morgan from an executive suite. You know she’s missing, right?”
“Zahad Morgan from The Force?” I asked, scowling as I tried to make sense of what he was saying to me.
I felt her presence before I turned to face her. Z stood a few feet in front of me looking like she didn’t know whether to cry or take off running. She was terrified, and rightfully so, now that I knew who she was.
“Better yet, she’s Reed’s old fiancée, bro. You know, the one he was arranged to marry! What the fuck are you doing, Saw? Please don’t tell me you fucked her, Sawyer. They are going to kill you.”
The phone slipped from my hand as Nicholas’s words started to sink in. I should have sent that fucking picture when I had the chance.