Chapter Twenty-Three

AJ

It’s hard to think when his hands are in my hair and he kisses me like I’m oxygen and he’s a drowning man.

Sawyer turns and gently lays me down on the mattress. The weight and hard planes of his body are enough to send my already-sensitive skin straight into melting-from-my-body territory. He moves his lips down my neck, his big hands gentle as he cups my breast and massages my nipple through my clothes. They’re standing at complete attention, two tight little buds eager for his mouth.

He moves his hand beneath my shirt, gently pushing it upward as he goes. The air is cool against my flushed skin, but it’s a welcomed sensation, much like the ones I’m feeling as his rough thumb slips beneath the lace of my bra and teases my nipple.

“Do you know what I missed?” he says, as he continues to expertly play my body like a guitar.

Again, I mewl.

“That. That right there,” he says, sliding down my body just a bit. “I missed the sounds you make when my hands and mouth are on your body. The noises you make when I’m filling your sweet pussy kept me awake well into the early morning every night I was without you,” he says right before his warm mouth latches on to one nipple. I practically jackknife off the bed. Well, I would have if it weren’t for his body covering mine.

“I couldn’t sleep either,” I confess as his tongue swirls and licks through the lace.

“Did you touch yourself?” he asks before switching to my other breast.

“Yes. So much. Even though I was hurt, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I say, triggering a deep, masculine groan that fills the room. The vibrations against my nipple cause my core to clench.

“Fuck, Alison, I wish I could have been there. I want to watch you pleasure yourself,” he declares. Sawyer trails open-mouthed kisses down my stomach. When he reaches my shorts, he swiftly unbuttons the material and opens it wide. My thighs fall open farther, his body positioned between them. “I’m going to taste you.”

I try to let him know that I whole-heartedly approve of this plan, but it comes out as a weird series of noises that sound like E.T. If Sawyer heard my weirdness, he doesn’t comment. Instead, he slips my shorts down my legs, taking my panties with them, and returns to where his mouth is directly above me. My body is pulsing, my core flooded with wetness that’s just for him.

The slow swipe of his tongue against my swollen flesh is magical, maniacal, and mesmeric, all at the same time. It’s like paradise colliding with a brewing storm. Thunder touches deep in my soul and sets my world on fire, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

But it doesn’t take long before his mouth has me there, ready to fly over the edge of bliss. My body is coiled tight like a rattlesnake, my muscles pulsing. The feel of his tongue swirling around on my clit, flicking it repeatedly with pressure, and then finally sucking it into his mouth, is almost too much. He repeats this process once more, my orgasm barreling down on me with full force. It sweeps through my blood and washes over me as his name spills from my lips.

Giving me no time to recover, he’s naked and has a condom in place before I can even open my heavy eyes. But what I see before me wakes my weary body and fuels the feelings I’ve developed for him. He’s gloriously hard (yeah, that too) everywhere, his body a work of art, but it’s his eyes that draw my attention. They’re a burning blue fire mixed with something softer, something true. Something real. Like I asked him to always be.

Something that looks like love.

But I won’t go there, not now. Definitely not now. Not with this gorgeous man ready to pounce, the look in his eyes promising more pleasure than I could ever imagine.

My breath hitches as he comes down on top of me. My legs wrap around his waist, his hands running down the smooth outside of my thigh. His cock nudges at my opening, ready and eager. I link my arms around his neck, my hands sliding into his dark hair as his mouth meets mine in a possessive kiss.

He keeps one hand on my hip and the other holding my hair as he maneuvers enough to slide inside me. It’s like heaven, a homecoming of two souls who were lost. Before him, there was sex. With him, there’s magic. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, but knew existed. It just took me a while to find him.

Sawyer moves my hands above my head, never once breaking his slow pace. His hands trace the insides of my arms before entwining his fingers with mine. Only then do his thrusts become more. Harder, deeper he pushes into me, our hands grasping at each other as if the other was an anchor. My lips are swollen, wet, and eager as he makes love to my mouth with the same tenderness and precision he does to my body.

And that’s what this is.

I know it.

My internal muscles start to tighten, gripping around his cock, begging for more. I can tell he’s getting close too as he gasps and grunts with each flutter of muscle around him. I feel his eyes on me along with his lips. When I open my eyes, the look he wears leaves me breathless and teary. It’s powerful, this connection and the emotions rolling through me, and I can tell it’s the same for him.

Sawyer hits that spot deep inside of me that makes my eyes cross and my heart stop beating. He slides his cock against it twice more, each time driving me closer to release. The next time, I let go, flying into the bright white light of bliss, grounded by his lips on mine and our tangled fingers. He goes quickly, following me over the edge, coming hard inside me. It’s my name that slips from his lips like a plea and a hymn.

Neither of us moves. His lips trace mine, our breathing twisted together like our bodies. I want to stay here, just like this forever. No one else in the world. Just him and me and the love we make with our bodies. It’s crazy, probably too soon by many standards, but I don’t care. It’s real. It’s true.

I’m falling in love with him.

* * *

Apparently, there are many opportunities to steal secret kisses throughout the day at a junior high, which should probably concern me a little, considering we deal with horny pubescent teenagers all day long. Nevertheless, Thursday and Friday are filled with random visits between class periods and lunch together in the teachers’ lounge. Apparently, when Sawyer Randall calls someone his girlfriend, he goes all in. Well, you know…considering the location.

It’s Friday evening and we’re at his place, waiting on his brother to arrive. To say I’m nervous to meet someone from his family is an understatement. Outside of high school, I’ve never met the man I’m seeing’s family before, so this is entirely new terrain for me. I think Sawyer has sensed my anxiety too, because he keeps wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug and whispers dirty things in my ear.

A man who takes your mind off your troubles with the promise of oral is a keeper, ladies.

It’s near eight when headlights shine through the front windows. I jump up off the couch, Sawyer giving me a look like I’ve lost my mind, and stand there waiting for him to go to the door. He’s smiling as he slowly (my God, how long does it take one man to get up off the couch?) gets up and wraps his arms around me.

“Settle down, baby. He’s gonna love you,” he whispers before placing a kiss in the middle of my forehead.

“I can’t believe how nervous I am. Can you imagine how neurotic I’d be if I ever meet your parents?” I ask, a weird humorless laugh coming from my throat.

“When, sweetheart. When you meet my parents, and they’ll love you too. They will all see the amazing woman I see every day.” Again, I get another kiss, but this one on my lips. “Let’s go.”

Sawyer pulls me to the front of the house and opens the door. I’m practically dancing in place as a man gets out of his car and gives us a wave. He pulls a small suitcase from the back seat before walking our way.

As he approaches, he completely walks around his brother and pulls me into a big hug. “My God, he didn’t mention you were this beautiful. How about we blow this Popsicle stand and you forget all about the has-been baseball player. I’m the better Randall anyway.” And then he waggles his eyebrows suggestively and gives me the biggest smile possible.

“Dude, you’re fucking married,” Sawyer groans, pushing his brother off me.

“Semantics.”

“She’s pregnant,” big brother grumbles to the younger one.

“I’m not even sure it’s my kid!” he protests wildly, clearly joking. I’m practically rolling on the ground laughing, and all of the nerves I was feeling before just float away.

“I’m telling her you said that,” Sawyer replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dylan gasps. “You wouldn’t dare! She’ll kick my ass all the way to Charlottesville and back.”

“Oh, I would, and you know it. Keep your hands to yourself, Sir Grabs-a-Lot,” Sawyer directs, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and pulling me in close.

“You’re just mad I got the brains and the beauty. All you got was some measly ability to swing a bat. It will take you nowhere in life, son.”

Sawyer laughs as he pulls his brother into a hug. “Don’t forget about my stellar rap skills.”

“How could I? For years, you insisted I call you Sir Mix-a-Lot.”

“It was a week, and I was nine.”

“Nineteen, maybe,” Dylan says before turning his attention to me. “Seriously, it’s great to finally meet you, AJ. If my brother is ever stupid enough to let you go again, you call me. I’d be happy to slap more sense into him.” My eyebrows quirk together and I glance at Sawyer. He called his brother? I’d say by the way he gives me a shy little grin and shrugs his shoulders that his brother’s words were true.

“Are you hungry? It’s a little late for the football game, so we thought we’d run to town and get a pizza,” Sawyer says as he holds the front door open for us.

“Starving. I gotta call my girl first before we head out, though,” Dylan says, carrying his bag up the stairs.

“Second door on the left,” Sawyer hollers after him.

“Is that as far away from your room as I can get? I forgot earbuds and we don’t need any repeats of college,” he throws over his shoulder before disappearing into the guest room.

“I think he was adopted,” Sawyer grumbles.

“I think he’s great,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “He clearly loves you.”

“If you would have seen us back in the day, you may not say that. We fought all the time. It wasn’t pretty.”

“Don’t all siblings? I have two older sisters and three younger ones. Drama and bickering were key ingredients in our household.”

Sawyer nuzzles my neck with his nose, his hands sliding dangerously close to the waistband of my shorts. It wouldn’t take much to slip his hands into my panties. I mean, if that were appropriate to do while in the presence of your boyfriend’s younger brother.

“You sure you don’t mind him tagging along Sunday?” he asks a second time. I’m not sure if he thinks I’m going to change my mind or if I don’t really want him to go with us. It’s neither. I’m actually really excited to go to the Rangers’ game in DC on Sunday, and don’t have a problem sharing my time with Dylan.

When he invited me along Thursday night, he mentioned that his brother wanted to go. Sawyer’s old teammate is getting us tickets, which will be my first professional game. He’s also very eager to introduce me to some of the guys he played with, a fact that makes me smile just a little bit more.

“Of course, I don’t mind.”

“He’s interfering with my alone time with you,” he whispers against my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin.

“We get plenty of alone time,” I inform him.

“There’s never enough alone time,” he retorts before turning me to face him and claiming my lips with his. This man kisses like his life depends on it. His hands thread into my hair as he holds me in place, devouring my mouth with his. It’s one of those kisses that could lead to something else…something very dirty.

“Amber says hi,” Dylan interrupts as he starts to descend the stairs.

“Cockblocker,” Sawyer mumbles loud enough for his brother to hear.

“Yeah, well, if I can’t get any this weekend, neither can you.”

“Wanna bet?” Sawyer asks confidently, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Okay, boys, I’m starving. Pizza is calling,” I say as I head to the table to retrieve my purse.

“Can I get mushrooms, Mom?” Dylan asks, giving me the same charming smile his brother possesses.

Something tells me when these boys were young, they were a handful.

“Duh,” I sass, heading toward the door in the mudroom that leads to the garage.

“Yes!” he exclaims, his fists poised high in the air. “She likes me better than she likes you,” he teases.

“You can get those gross little pieces of fungus on your half of the pizza,” Sawyer adds.

“Then the pretty girl is sitting with me at the table,” Dylan says in a singsong voice as he slides into the back seat of his brother’s car, earning a growl from the man at the driver’s door. He actually growls like a possessive animal.

I giggle at the way Dylan seems to so effortless push Sawyer’s buttons. “Don’t you start,” he directs from across the roof of the car. “Or later tonight, I’ll have to spank you.” The heat reflecting in his eyes matches the fire behind his words. My body ignites, warmth rushing to the apex of my legs.

“Gross, Mom and Dad. Stop talking about sex in front of me. I’m so impressionable at this age,” Dylan says, hardly able to keep his laughter at bay.

Sawyer rolls his eyes and slides down into the driver’s seat. I’m left with a sudden need so intense that only one man could quench my thirst and the prospect of another spanking on the horizon.

I might just see how far I can push those buttons after all.