Chapter 42
Sawyer
The call comes on a Tuesday morning while I’m finishing my coffee and getting ready for shift. Unknown number, which usually means spam, but something makes me answer.
“Sawyer Edwards?”
“Speaking.”
“This is Captain Rodriguez from the county personnel office. I’m calling about your sergeant examination results.”
My heart stops. It’s been three weeks since I took the exam, three weeks of trying not to think about it, trying not to get my hopes up.
“Yes, sir.”
“Congratulations, Edwards. You scored a 94, highest in your testing group. The promotion is yours if you want it.”
I sit down heavily in my kitchen chair. “I want it. Yes, sir, I definitely want it.”
“Excellent. You’ll start Monday. Report to Chief Martinez in the morning for the details.”
After I hang up, I sit in my kitchen staring at my phone. Sergeant. After thirteen years of patrol, thirteen years of working toward this moment, it’s finally happening.
And I have someone to share it with.
My hands are shaking as I scroll to Alice’s number.
Me: I passed. Scored highest in the group.
My phone rings immediately.
“Sawyer!” Alice’s voice is bright with excitement. “You got the promotion?”
“I got the promotion.”
“I’m so proud of you! This is amazing!”
“I can barely believe it. Sergeant Edwards.” I test the words out loud. “That has such a nice ring to it.”
“It sounds perfect. We have to celebrate.”
“What time do you get off work?”
“Five. Why?”
“Come straight to my place after. I have some ideas about how we should celebrate.”
There’s a pause, and when she speaks again, her voice is softer. “What kind of ideas?”
“The kind that require privacy.”
“I’ll be there at.”
At the station, Chief Martinez congratulates me and goes over the details of my new position. I try to focus on his words about supervision and responsibility, but my mind keeps drifting to Alice, to the way her voice changed when I mentioned celebrating privately.
The day drags. Every call, every report, every routine traffic stop feels like it’s taking forever. By four-thirty, I’m practically watching the clock.
Alice’s car pulls into my driveway. I’m waiting at the door before she can knock.
“Hey, Sergeant,” she says, grinning as she steps inside.
“I like the sound of that,” I say, pulling her close.
She drops her purse and immediately wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Proud enough to help me celebrate?”
“Depends what you have in mind.”
Instead of answering, I kiss her, backing her against the front door. She melts into me, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer. I can feel the heat of her body, the way her breasts press against my chest, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
“Sawyer,” she breathes against my lips, her voice a soft moan.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. About this.”
My hands slide down to her thighs, lifting her slightly so she can wrap her legs around my waist. She gasps, her head falling back against the door, exposing her neck. I take the opportunity to trail kisses down her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips.
“Bedroom. Now.” I demand, my voice low and husky with desire.
I carry her down the hallway, both of us laughing when I nearly run into the wall, my hands groping her ass, squeezing and kneading.
In my bedroom, I set her down gently, my hands immediately going to the buttons of her blouse.
I work them slowly, my fingers brushing against her soft skin, feeling her shiver under my touch.
I push her blouse off her shoulders, revealing her lacy bra. I push her bra down, exposing her breasts, her nipples already hard and begging for my mouth. I lean down, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak. She moans, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
We undress each other slowly, taking our time, savoring this moment. When we’re both naked, I guide her back onto the bed, settling between her legs. I can feel the heat of her, the wetness of her arousal, and it drives me wild.
“This is about celebrating you,” she says, trying to push me onto my back, her hands exploring my chest, my abs, my cock.
“This is about celebrating us,” I growl, my voice thick with desire.
I kiss my way down her body, taking my time at her breasts, her stomach, until I reach the place where she wants me most. When I taste her, she arches off the bed, her hands tangling in my hair, her thighs clamping around my head.
I can feel the way my hands fit perfectly around her curves, the thickness of her thighs wrapped around me.
I’m getting hard just thinking about it, my cock throbbing with need.
“Sawyer, please…” she begs, her voice a soft moan.
“I don’t think you realize what you do to me when you start begging, Alicat,” I murmur against her skin, my tongue and fingers working in unison, driving her wild.
I watch her face as she comes undone, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a silent scream. When she comes, crying out my name, I don’t stop until she’s trembling with aftershocks, her body shaking beneath me.
“My turn,” she says breathlessly, pulling me up to kiss her, her tongue delving into my mouth, tasting herself on my lips.
She pushes me onto my back, her hair falling around her face like a curtain. She kisses down my chest, my stomach, and when she takes me in her mouth, I nearly lose control immediately, the sight of her, the feel of her, the taste of her, it's all too much.
“Ali, if you keep doing that…” I warn, my voice a low growl.
She pulls back with a wicked smile. “What? This?”
She takes me deeper, her tongue working in ways that make me grip the sheets, my knuckles white, my body tensing. Just when I'm about to come apart, she moves back up my body and straddles me, sinking down onto me, her inner muscles clenching around me, pulling me in deep.
“God, you feel amazing,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
She moves slowly at first, then faster, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping, our bodies slick with sweat, our skin glistening under the soft light. I sit up so I can kiss her while she moves above me, our bodies pressed together completely, our hearts beating as one.
When she comes again, clenching around me, I follow her over the edge, her name on my lips, and my cock pulsing inside her. We collapse together, hearts racing, completely spent and completely satisfied.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, my fingers tracing patterns on her bare shoulder.
“So,” she says eventually, “Was that the kind of celebration you had in mind?”
“That was exactly what I had in mind.”
“Good. Because I have some more ideas for later.”
“Later?”
“After we get back from dinner. I thought we could go to that place on Main Street, celebrate your promotion.”
“You want to go to dinner after this?”
“I want to show off my boyfriend the Sergeant.” She grins. “Plus, I worked up an appetite.”
I laugh, pulling her closer. “Give me twenty minutes to recover, and we’ll go wherever you want.”
“Deal. But I’m not getting dressed yet.”
“I’m not complaining.”
We lie there in comfortable silence, her head on my chest, both of us still catching our breath.
“Sawyer?”
“Yeah?”
“I really am proud of you. You’ve worked so hard for this.”
“We’ve both worked hard to get here. Six months ago, I thought my career might be over.”
“But it wasn’t. And now look at you.”
“Now look at us.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re getting dressed for dinner, stealing kisses and touches as we put our clothes back on. Everything feels different now—brighter, more hopeful, full of promise.
“Ready?” I ask, straightening my tie.
“Ready,” she says, taking my hand.
As we head out to celebrate my promotion, I can’t help but think that this is just the beginning. The beginning of my new career, the beginning of our life together, the beginning of everything I never knew I wanted.
Alice is coming to Sunday dinner at my mother's. First time as my official girlfriend.