14. Sawyer
SAWYER
After our almost-kiss on Saturday, I thought things had shifted between us.
I had the kids on Sunday, and I wanted to spend some quality time with them, so I let Raven know I couldn’t make it.
When I showed up on Monday, she barely said two words to me the entire time I was there, and I could tell she was mad at me.
How do I keep fucking this up? It’s like I’m pulled in so many directions, and I don’t know what to focus on.
It’s better if I get this job done for her as quickly as possible, so I decide to head over early once my shift is done, since the kids are at school.
The house is eerily silent when I enter, but Raven’s car is outside, so I know she’s here.
I tiptoe through the space in case she’s working.
I probably should’ve told her I was coming by.
I need to finish Jonah’s bathroom. Except my toolbox isn’t where I thought I left it. I can already hear Raven’s voice in my head giving me shit about putting things back in their home.
Speaking of Raven, where is she? She’s not at her normal perch. I walk over to her desk and drop into her chair, accidentally knocking her mouse in the process. Her computer screen blinks to life, and I inch closer, trying to make it out.
I was overcome with lust, no longer able to contain the overwhelming need I had for this man.
I slowly sank onto his thick length as Wyatt groaned beneath me.
The stretch was intense, and I felt simultaneously sated yet hungry as I bounced up and down slowly.
The hunger in his eyes was intoxicating, as was the knowledge that he was completely bound and gagged, entirely at my mercy.
Bound and Gagged…possible title?
Holy fucking shit. This isn’t the kind of writing I thought she was doing. Wyatt is a character in the book I’m reading. He’s the hero’s brother. What are the odds?
I stand up quickly, nearly knocking over the chair, and my mind races.
Raven writes romance.
Is Raven Ayana Cox?
Does RJ know? Is that why he gave me an Ayana Cox book?
Focus. I came here to finish a job. I need to complete the task I came to do. I hustle up the stairs to look for my toolbox.
A muffled noise comes from Raven’s room, and I open the door without thinking, ready to check out what ghost is haunting her now. Except it’s not a ghost.
Raven is naked from the waist down, writhing on the bed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she holds a vibrator against her pussy.
I can’t look away. Her arousal coats the toy as she plunges it in and out in small, short strokes.
The sounds are filthy, but she looks divine as she pushes against the headboard with her free hand.
“Fuck, right there. That’s it. Oh fuck.”
I shouldn’t be there, but fuck if I could make my feet move.
Her body jerks as she groans, and it feels like her orgasm lasts forever as I watch her come down from the high.
She clicks off the vibrator and slowly removes it.
There’s something oddly familiar about the toy, and I smile to myself, hoping I’m right.
I clear my throat, and her head pops up as she locks eyes with me.
“Holy shit. What are you doing? You scared me!” She clutches her chest but makes no move to cover the exposed lower half of her body.
Say something. Anything. Words would be good. Use your fucking mouth, man.
I must look ridiculous, mouth agape as I stand there still clutching the door handle, praying my untucked shirt is hiding my hard-on.
“Of course this is the thing that makes you shut up. I can’t get you to stop talking, but this is the cat that got your tongue? Really? Women masturbate, Sawyer. You can close your mouth and stop looking so shocked.”
“I…I know they do. Of course they do.”
Her brow lifts in challenge as she climbs off the bed, toy still gripped in one hand as her dress cascades down her thick thighs.
The things I want to do to those thighs. I would worship every inch of them until she was begging me to fill her.
“The look on your face says otherwise. You must be an easy mark at poker night.”
“Hey, I’m good at poker.” Not the time, man.
“Could’ve fooled me.” She slowly walks toward me, lifting the toy like it’s a sword. “Did you enjoy the free show?”
“It was riveting.”
She narrows her eyes. “This is my house, and I refuse to be embarrassed about taking care of my needs in my own house.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I agree. I love how she’s not cowering from me. She might have a little exhibitionist in her, and that thought isn’t helping my blood flow situation.
“All this construction has messed with my self-care schedule. You aren’t supposed to be here right now. What are you even doing here?”
I should look her in the eyes. I should apologize, but I can’t take my eyes off the toy in her hand. She looks at me, then at the toy, an uncharacteristic grin lighting up her face. Fuck, she looks beautiful when she smiles. And then she opens her mouth and spews her venom.
“What’s wrong, Sawyer? Intimidated by my toy?” She jabs me in the chest with the tip. Fuck, I can smell her, and I discreetly try to inhale so I can savor her scent. “Toys are teammates, you know. Only weak men are jealous of toys.”
“I’m not jealous of your toy. Well, I am, but not for the reason you’re thinking.”
“You wish it was you instead of the toy. Is that it?” She punctuates her last few words with pokes at my pec.
She holds the vibrator between our faces. It takes all my restraint not to lick her arousal off the glistening toy in front of me, but I maintain my composure. I tilt my head slightly, looking around the toy, and lock eyes with her, debating how much to share.
Her eyes flick to the shaft as she eyes it up and down. “I know it’s big. Not many men can live up to this guy right here. It’s okay to admit you’re intimidated by it.”
“I’m not,” I say through clenched teeth. She’s baiting me. I shouldn’t fall for her trap, but little does she know my shock has nothing to do with the size of her toy.
“Oh, yeah? And why’s that? Let me guess, you’re bigger?”
“Nope.”
“That’s okay. This toy is bigger than average. I’d honestly be scared if you were.”
I scrape my teeth along my bottom lip as I choose my words carefully. Her eyes dart to my mouth. “Would you say it’s the perfect size?”
“It is the perfect size. I don’t think I’d accept anything less.
In fact, I have several of this model. Lately it’s the only thing that gets the job done.
Sometimes I don’t even have to turn it on.
It has this thick vein that wraps around the shaft, see?
” She turns the toy to show me. “I rub that part against my G-spot a few times, and I come in seconds. Haven’t found a real dick that has that magical power. ”
I can’t help the smirk on my face at her words.
“Why are you grinning like that? Stop it. It’s creepy.”
“I’m just happy to hear that you like my dick so much.”
She cocks her head to the side and squints at me, little creases forming around her gorgeous blue eyes. “Of course you think I’m talking about your dick. You’re infuriating.”
“That is my dick. You’re holding my dick in your hands.”
“No, I’m holding a toy, you moron. Your dick is in your pants.”
I cross my arms over my chest and address her like I’m talking about the renovation, my voice calm and professional.
“The girth is a little off because it was impossible to maintain an erection the entire time they cast the mold, but it’s pretty close.
They got the vein right, so I’m thrilled to hear it brings you so much joy. ”
Her eyes flick down to my bulge.
“Do you want me to whip it out so you can compare veins? It’s only a semi right now thanks to me walking in on your self-love session—sorry about that, by the way—but give me a minute to fluff it if you want to do a comparison.”
She’s staring at me in disbelief. “You’re full of shit.”
“Back in my twenties, one of my exes ended up in the adult entertainment industry. She kept trying to convince me to join her, but I was too self-conscious to be a porn star, so I compromised and let her talk me into becoming a dildo model. The first couple versions didn’t capture all the veins, but this model here got them all, including the little scar under the frenulum.
I accidentally caught myself in my zipper when I was in high school. ”
“Now I know you’re lying. That’s from a movie. There’s Something About Mary.”
“I didn’t get the whole frank zipped, and the beans were untouched, but I did nick this area right below the tip.” I point to the little scar on the toy.
Her eyes squint as she leans in close to the toy. “Hmm, I always assumed that was a defect.”
It’s an effort not to look smug, knowing that she’s been pleasuring herself with my dick for years and that it’s her favorite toy.
“I should get back to it.” I hook a thumb over my shoulder.
“Get back to what? You didn’t even say why you were here.”
“I had some free time and wanted to finish Jonah’s bathroom, but my toolbox isn’t where I last left it.”
She arches an eyebrow. “And you thought it’d be in here?”
I shrug. “No, but I heard a noise and thought I’d see what your ghost is up to today. And before you give me an earful, I know I need to keep up with my tools.”
“The only toolbox in here is mine, and it’s full of toys.” A wicked grin lights up my face before she changes the subject. “But as for your toolbox, I moved it because I didn’t want Jonah getting into it. It’s in the spare bedroom.”
Reluctantly, I back away in that direction. “You mean your future red room?”
“Jesus Christ, you’re exhausting.” She shakes her head in exasperation, but there’s a hint of humor in her eyes.
“Sorry, I’ll be better about putting my tools up. I’ll let you get back to it.” I pause, making sure I have her full attention before I speak. “Can you do one thing for me, though?”
“What’s that?”
“Think of me when you fuck yourself with my dick.”