Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
As we made our way down the walkway with the early summer sun beating down around us, Sawyer knocked his hip against mine. “Do I need to bring my toolbox? We might need some big tools for this job.”
“Shut up.”
He slid a hand across my lower back. His thumb moved under the edge of my shirt and barely grazed the skin along the edge of my shorts, hardening my dick faster than I thought possible. It probably helped that I was already half-hard like I had been all morning in his presence.
“We at least might need some WD-40 or other lubricant.”
I rolled my eyes and shrugged away from him to open the door to my room. This had been a stupid idea, especially considering he’d only recently been yelling at me. “Why was I even attempting to—mpfh!”
The minute we stepped into the room, he kicked the door closed, spun me around, and crushed his mouth against mine. The force of him pushed me back until my shoulders collided with the wall. There was no more thinking, no more second-guessing. All I needed was his lips against mine and his tongue on mine. Sawyer’s hands grabbed my ass and pulled me close. My fingers clutched his shirtfront in a death grip as I struggled to keep him pressed up against me.
“Want you.” His voice was muffled between kisses. “So fucking badly.”
“Please” was all I said. It was practically all I’d been thinking over and over since sucking him off. I wanted more. I wanted him fully naked.
I wanted him stroking deep inside of me.
The thought surprised me since I hadn’t bottomed for anyone in years. Something about Sawyer made me want to feel whatever he wanted to do to me. For once, there was no pressure to take charge. I expected to feel wrong-footed with the change in dynamic, but I didn’t. Sawyer was dominant and sure, especially now that things were physical between us again.
He began stripping my clothes off without hesitation, completely confident in the direction we were going. I felt a little dazed, to be honest. I’d wanted him again desperately, but I hadn’t actually thought it was going to happen.
“I don’t have condoms,” I blurted.
He glanced up at me from where he’d crouched down to slide my boxer briefs off. His full lips widened into a sultry grin. “I’ll handle it. I just want you to lie here and enjoy yourself. You did all the work last night. It’s my turn now.”
Did that mean he had a condom? Did he know I wanted to be fucked, or did he expect me to fuck him? Or maybe he wasn’t planning on anal but wanted oral instead. Or maybe something altogether different. “But—”
Sawyer surged upward and took my mouth in his again, effectively cutting off my upcoming nervous chatter. I had no idea why I felt so restless with him all of a sudden. We’d been here before. Kind of.
But maybe we needed to clarify what this was and what it wasn’t. I needed to be clear that I wasn’t looking for anything other than rebound sex. Obviously. Sawyer lived in Cape Cod, and I lived in New York. Our lives were as far apart as they could be and… and…
As soon as Sawyer’s hand grabbed my dick, all the thoughts disappeared from my head like a pin jabbing a soap bubble.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my ear as he began to stroke me. “Stop thinking all those thinky thoughts and let go, sexy.”
With his hand on my cock, he led me to the bed, pushing me back until I was prone beneath him. He climbed over me, his gaze hot and his smile wolfish, like he was starving and I was a feast spread out before him. He was predatory in the way he moved, in the way he took his time, in the way he kept his eyes on mine as he kissed his way up my inner thigh, watching me all the while. When his mouth finally met mine again, I was whimpering and panting, trying desperately not to beg. But I would have. If that’s what he’d wanted, if that’s what he’d asked, I would have done anything for him in that moment.
Which is why I groaned in pleasure, precum leaking from my cock when he pinned me with his eyes and told me what he wanted.
“Turn over on your stomach, James.”
12
Sawyer
There was a part of me that thought I should walk away, put some distance between me and the man sent here to destroy the Gilley legacy. But there was not a single cell in my body that could leave this man’s sexy naked body and the addictive noises he was making. My hands couldn’t touch enough of his skin. My tongue couldn’t capture enough of his taste.