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by Ashley Jade
“I’m going.”
I’d like to see the prick lay a finger on either of them while I’m there.
The guy Sawyer has her arms wrapped around lifts his head. He has two black eyes, a bloody nose, and a busted lip.
Jesus.
I understand parents don’t always agree with their children—but to beat him to a bloody pulp because he’s gay?
That type of shit just doesn’t make any sense to me.
“Who are you?”
“He’s my boyfriend,” Sawyer replies with wide eyes. “What are you doing here?”
I take another step forward. “I—”
“Your boyfriend?” Oliver utters. “Damn, girl.”
Sawyer’s lips twitch. “I take it you approve?”
“I more than approve.” He points to the ceiling. “The good Lord up above has blessed you, honey.” Eyes on her again, he says, “I want to hear every word about how you ended up with this gorgeous, tall glass of water.”
I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans since it’s clear I’m no longer included in this conversation.
She laughs. “How about I fill you in on the deets after we get your stuff?” Standing up, she helps him off the ground. “Deal?”
“Deal.” Turning to me, he sticks out his hand. “Does my knight in shining armor have a name?”
The guy has a sense of humor, I’ll give him that. “Cole.”
“About time you brought a girl home,” the drunk bastard slurs.
“Sawyer’s my friend. She’s helping me get some of my stuff,” Oliver informs him.
“Get your stuff? Oh, you think you’re leaving, you little homo? Let’s see how far you get after I—”
And that’s where I come in. “Lay a finger on him and I’ll break every single one of yours, motherfucker.”
Eyes growing big, the asshole staggers back. “Who the hell are you?” He turns to Oliver. “Let me guess. He’s a fudge packer too.”
“Hey—” Sawyer starts to shout, but I grab the guy by his shirt.
“I’m the guy who will obliterate your miserable drunk ass if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
I look at Oliver and Sawyer. “Grab your shit.”
“Are you two sure you don’t want to stay for a little while?” Oliver’s boyfriend asks. “It’s bad out there.”
He’s not wrong. It rarely rains in California…except tonight of course.
Tonight it’s pouring.
I pluck Sawyer’s keys out of her hand. “I’ll get her home safe.”
Oliver smiles. “Thank you for—”
“You don’t have to thank us.” Sawyer gives him a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“You better.”
I grab her hand as we walk out to the parking lot of the apartment complex. The rain is coming down in buckets, so we make a run for it.
We’re almost to the van when Sawyer chokes out, “Cole.”
“I know. The weather s—”
She kisses me.
Safe to say I couldn’t give two fucks about the rain now.
Jesus Christ. There’s so much passion behind her kiss it draws a husky groan from my throat.
That only spurs her on. She pins me against the side of her van.
I have no idea what warranted this, but fuck if I’m gonna do anything to stop it.
Her mouth travels to the side of my neck. “What you did for Oliver—” she rasps. “You’re amazing.”
I don’t know what she’s talking about. It wasn’t a big deal.
If anything, what she did for him made the difference. I was just the muscle.
However, I’m also not an idiot. If she wants to lavish me in compliments while she—fuck.
And now I’m hard.
“Get inside,” I growl as she continues rubbing my dick through my wet jeans. “Now.”
The rain has slowed to a drizzle now and if I speed, I can have us to my house in under fifteen.
She quickly opens the passenger door and hops inside.
To my shock—and my cock’s delight—I find her undoing the buttons of her sweater when I come around and climb in.
As always, this girl is full of surprises.
I reach across the seat and squeeze one of her tits. “I want to fuck these again.”
Leaning her head against the seat, she whispers, “Put your mouth on them first.”
Hell, if doing something nice revs her up like this, I’ll become a goddamn saint.
Not wasting any time, I yank down her bra, drawing her nipple between my lips.
She starts to moan…then freezes. “Wait. Stop. I think someone’s watching us.”
Sure enough, when I shoot my gaze out the windshield, I notice some guy standing under the awning of his terrace, smoking a cigarette.
Staring right at us.
Sawyer shoves her tits back inside her sweater. “I can’t believe he—”
“Put your hands on the dashboard.”
“What? Why?”
I flick my tongue along the column of her throat. “Trust me.”
“What are—”
She gulps when I stick my hand under her skirt. Usually I hate these long ass things because of the way they hide her curves. However, it’s convenient as hell for what I’m about to do.
“He’s staring at you because you’re beautiful.” I slide my hand up her thigh. “And he wants you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please—”
Dipping my head, I nip and tease her nipple through her cardigan. “But he can’t have you…can he?”
Her eyes turn dark with lust and she shakes her head. “No.”
I brush my finger over the wet spot on her panties. “Why?”
She knows what I want to hear. What I need to hear.
She spreads her thighs ever so slightly. “Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” I tug her panties down her legs. “Is he still watching?”
She licks her lips. “He lit another cigarette.”
Of course, he did.
Unfortunately for him, our new position means he won’t be able to see anything…
Except the look on her face as I make her come.
“Don’t take your hands off the dashboard.” Slowly, I sink my finger inside her. “He doesn’t get to see what’s mine.”
I press my palm to her clit while I work her.
Her chest heaves, lifting those heavy tits high. “That feels so good.”
Due to the rain and it being mid-January, the windows are starting to fog. Which means I need to speed it up.
I want to teach this perverted fucker a lesson and let him know exactly who Sawyer belongs to.
She jerks in surprise when I add a second finger, clenching around me.
“Relax,” I whisper. “I won’t hurt you.”
Those big brown eyes are so full of trust it tears me wide open.
I slow it down a little, letting her get used to the new sensation.
When her body is calm again, I drag my thumb over her clit and thrust a little faster. “Does this hurt?”
“No.” Her head lulls back. “Don’t stop.”
Edging forward, I press my lips to her throat and look out the window.
Fucker is on his third cigarette now.
She moans. “Go faster.”
I do.
My dick twitches as she clamps and spasms around me. Using the dashboard as leverage, she starts to ride my hand. “That’s it. Fuck my fingers.”
A crease forms between her brows as her jaw drops. “Oh, God. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”
Christ. I love it when my innocent Bible thumper loses control like this.
“Oh yeah?” I coax. “You gonna make me taste it.”
She shudders, gripping my fingers like a vise.
The man standing outside couldn’t be further from my mind as she comes all over my hand.
“Such a messy girl,” I rasp as she whimpers and squirms against the
seat.
Sucking her release off my fingers, I peer out the window.
Looking irritated now, the man tosses his cigarette and goes back inside.
Sawyer laughs. “I guess he didn’t like the show.”
“Who cares.” I place her hand on the bulge in my jeans. “I did.”
Her lids lower. “We should probably do something about that, huh?”
I start to nod but grunt when she scrapes her fingernail up and down my zipper. “Can we go to the backseat? Just in case he comes out again.”
“Trust me. I don’t give a fuck if he sees my cock.”
She blushes, looking so timid and nervous no one would ever think I just finger fucked her while a stranger watched.
“I don’t want him to see my mouth on your cock.”
My brain temporarily goes on the fritz.
Ever since the Tommy talk that day, Sawyer hasn’t brought it up again. There was one time I was titty-fucking her in my bedroom, and she opened her mouth like she wanted a taste…but then…
Well, let’s just say that visual alone sped things along.
I’m in the backseat so fast my head spins.
Although that probably has more to do with the fact Sawyer’s about to suck me off.
My dick is downright throbbing as she drops to her knees in the backseat.
For all the crap I’ve talked about her driving an old ass minivan, I find myself grateful for the extra room.
That bashful expression is on her face again.
As much as I want this, it’s not half as fun if she doesn’t. “You don’t have to do—”
“Oh, no. I want to,” she says in a rush. “You have no idea how badly.”
My blood pressure rises…and then plummets south.
She pops open the button on my jeans and unzips me. “I was just…I really want…” Her voice trails off.
I raise my hips as she pulls my jeans down. “What?”
Her fingers toy with the waistband of my boxers. “I’ve never done this before, so I was kind of hoping you’d let me…take my time and explore you. This way I know what you like.”
My dick jerks and my heart races.
I suppress the urge to tell her she’d only have to put her mouth on it at this point and palm her cheek instead. “You can explore me and my dick all you want.”
She pulls down my boxers. “Will you let me know what you like? Things I can improve on?”
I’m so hard, my cock slaps against my stomach. “Sure thing.”
The fact that she cares so much about pleasing me is…hot as hell.
I bite my lip as she ties her hair back.
Inch by excruciating inch, she lowers her head.
I hold my breath as she wraps her hand around me and kisses my lower abs.
“You’re so sexy.”
Plenty of girls have said the same thing during a hookup, but she’s the only one I ever gave a fuck about.
It’s different when you care about someone…distinctive somehow.
It means more.
The first sweep of her tongue over my tip has me muttering a curse.
Sawyer looks up, “Good or bad?”
“Good—” I grunt when she repeats the movement. “So fucking good.”
I grit my teeth when she licks a hot line along my shaft.
I told her she could explore, but I don’t think I can take it.
For fuck’s sake, my dick is literally weeping for her.
Seeming to take notice, she circles the fluid around with her thumb and brings it to her mouth. “You taste good.”
Holy hell. This blow job is going to kill me, and she hasn’t even started yet.
“Sawyer.”
I’m dying. Fucking dying here.
“Yeah?” She laps at my tip again, only this time, she flicks her tongue against the hole.
She’s killing me. Goddamn, killing me.
“I need you to suck it.”
“Oh. Right.”
I snatch the seatbelt and damn near rip it in half when she draws my cockhead into her mouth and sucks.
“More pressure or less?”
“A little more…and a lot lower.”
She wanted honesty.
Wrapping her hand around my base, she glides her mouth down before sliding back up.
“Oh, fuck. Just like that.”
She gives my cock a slow jerk as she releases me with a wet pop. “I don’t think I can deep throat you.” She huffs like it’s an inconvenience for her. “You’re too big, Colton.”
I have to stifle a laugh. Little eager beaver. “It’s fine. What you’re doing is good.”
I mean it. Does she suck me off like a porn star? No.
But her eagerness to please me, her need to want to know what I like…makes up for any lack of experience she has.
“However, if you want some frank feedback, Bible thumper. Less talking and more suc—Jesus fucking Christ.”
A rush of heat sizzles up my dick as she begins sucking me longer…harder…deeper. “Holy shit. I like that…I like that a lot. Please fucking don’t stop. Ever.”
Fuck me. This girl has reduced me to pleading.
My hands. Goddammit. I’m aching with the need to place them on the back of her head and keep them there permanently.
I have to be smart about this though. One wrong move could put Sawyer off giving me head for good, and I don’t want that to happen.
I’m about to sit on them, but her movements come to a halt. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
The look she gives me makes it clear she’s not buying it. “Come on, Cole. We’re supposed to be honest with each other, remember? Tell me—”
“I’m trying not to grab the back of your head and fuck your face, okay?”
There. I said it.
She looks like she’s trying her hardest not to laugh. “I mean, you can if you want.”
I no longer have to wonder if Sawyer is an angel on earth…because right now, I’m sure of it.
Wrapping her mouth around my cock again, she goes back to sucking me, her fingers lightly brushing my balls.
I’m so close. “So fucking close,” I rasp.
Sawyer must take that to mean she needs to work harder because she goes to town on my dick.
This time, I do grab the back of her head and thrust.
Between the slurping and my balls feeling like they’re about to blast off into outer space, there’s only so much a man can take.
I thrust again, hitting the back of her throat this time. “Fuck yeah.”
She makes a gagging sound, but it’s too late.
The pleasure is so strong I almost black out as I come.
She swallows. Of-fucking-course she does.
Because she’s perfect.
I sag against the seat, my body feeling more depleted than after the championship game.
“Sorry,” I say on an inhale, hoping she doesn’t hate me.
“For what?”
“I should have…I don’t know…been less rough. I guess.”
She doesn’t look too worried about it. “I wish you warned me before you came, but I managed.”
She sits down next to me. “Are you okay?”
I nod, pulling her to me. “More than okay. That was amazing.”
She’s about to brush it off, but I won’t let her.
I’m probably the least considerate boyfriend on the planet most days, but I know what she did tonight was a big deal to her.
“I mean it, Sawyer.”
She leans her forehead against mine. “I care about you…so fucking much. It scares me.”
That makes two of us.
My feelings for this girl are so deep…so intense they’re becoming all-consuming.
She doesn’t deserve you.
“Kiss me.”
The second her lips are on mine, the pressure in my chest eases up and I can breathe.
But it’s short lived.
Bec
ause the ugliest truths can only stay buried for so long.
And if Sawyer ever finds out mine…
She’ll never look at me the same.
She’ll run far away and never turn back.
She’ll hate me…
Just like I hated him.
Chapter 65
Sawyer
“I’m sorry, honey, but this isn’t working. We’re gonna have to order you a whole new dress.” She must notice the look of terror on my face because she quickly says, “Don’t worry. As long as I put the order in today, you’ll still have time to get the new alterations done before the wedding. I’ll be right back.”
I know I’ve lost weight…but I didn’t think it was that much.
The size fourteen was so tight I thought it would tear right down the middle when I came in for my first fitting.
Then again…that was back in mid-November.
A little over three months ago.
I look at my mom. The bridesmaids’ dresses are expensive, and my parents offered to pay for mine. I don’t want to put another burden on them.
“I’m sorry. I can buy—”
Mama waves a hand. “It’s fine, Sawyer. Heck, better than fine. This is a good thing. I’m glad you’re finally sticking to a diet for once in your life.”
Beside her, Dylan flinches. “Sawyer’s always been beautiful.”
“Sure. But she’s even more beautiful now. Not to mention, healthy.” Mama pats her leg. “You’re a good friend, though.”
It’s probably a good thing my mom doesn’t see the murderous look Dylan’s aiming her way.
The lady handling the dresses comes back with two of them. “We had a few sample dresses in the back, so I brought one for you to try on. I want to make sure we get it right this time.”
My eyes nearly pop out of my skull when I notice it’s two sizes smaller than my original dress.
Surprisingly, it fits like a glove.
“Hmm.” The lady assesses me after I come back out. “You know, you do have a tiny bit of wiggle room in this. There’s still four weeks left until the wedding. Are you planning on losing any more weight between now and then?”
I honestly have no idea. It all depends on the Adderall.
It’s not working as well as it did in the beginning. I’ve only lost four pounds over the last three weeks.
Not that I’m complaining about losing thirty-one pounds in three and a half months.