When I finally stop, I review what I wrote down, snickering to myself at a few of them and feeling my pulse race at others. Would Sawyer ever wear a cock ring? Who the heck knows. Would I ever be bold enough for a sex tape? Probably not. And do I ever expect a man to take me on a sexcation? Definitely not in the cards for a single mom like me. But the other things… I can see those happening. Maybe even this weekend, if I can be brave enough to tell him what I wrote down.
Will I ever show the actual list to Sawyer or anyone, for that matter? Probably not. But it feels damn good to get it out. Freeing, liberating, and inspiring. Switching over to my manuscript, the words start to flow.
Chapter fifteen
Tori
Saying goodbye to Cooper when his grandparents picked him up was an interesting experience, to say the least. There were the usual hugs, reminders to behave, and embarrassing him by gushing over how much I’d miss him. But as soon as they pulled out of the driveway, my brain went into overdrive running through the list of all the things I needed to do before Sawyer’s arrival.
Shave my legs.
Moisturize.
Change the sheets.
Check the condom, lube, and toy stash.
Close all the drapes and blinds.
It’s a little bit like what I imagine a setup for a porn shoot would be. Personal prep, supplies, environment. Considering number four on my bucket list, the thought makes me giggle. Before I know it, it’s seven o’clock, and the knock I’ve been anticipating falls on my door.
I open it to see Sawyer standing there, a pizza box in one hand, a six-pack of cider in the other, and wearing a backpack. It’s the last thing that makes my eyebrows raise as he winks at me and walks past, coming inside my house.
“Do I want to know what’s in the backpack?” I ask.
He just flashes me a smirk that instantly makes wetness pool between my thighs. “My, what a dirty mind you have. If I’m staying for the weekend, I need a toothbrush.”
That makes me laugh. “And a change of clothes?” I tease as I follow him into the kitchen.
Sawyer scoffs. “Not likely. I don’t plan on us wearing clothes very much.”
It’s a fight not to laugh again. “Then what else is in there?”
His eyebrows raise and mischief dances over his face. “You’ll find out later. Right now, we’re gonna eat some pizza and get to know each other.”
That surprises me even more than the backpack. He clearly sees that written all over my face, because he sets everything down on my kitchen table before turning to me, running his hands down my arms to take my hands in his. “We both know why I’m here, angel. But just because my primary goal is to make you forget that asshat ever existed, it doesn’t mean we can’t also enjoy each other’s company outside of sex.” He huffs out a laugh. “Although, to be fully transparent, that’s the first time I’veeversaid that to a woman. You’ve bewitched me somehow.” Shaking his head, he lets go of my hands and takes out two ciders from the case he brought in. “Not sure if you drink cider, but this is from a local place. It’s strong, so if all we do tonight is the drink and curse portion of the weekend, it’ll be effective.”
I take the open beer and drink from the cool glass bottle. A hint of citrus flows down my throat along with the full-bodied apple taste. “It’s good. Thank you.” Setting it down, I lean back against the counter and study him. “I don’t know if I’ve ever known someone so unapologetically candid about their intentions. It’s refreshing.”
Sawyer shrugs. “I’ve never hidden who I am from anyone. I’m not a relationship guy, Tori, and if I thought for a second that’s what you wanted from me, I wouldn’t be here. Leading someone on isn’t my game. Never has been, never will be.” He steps in closer, setting our beers down and cupping my chin, tilting it up slightly. “But I know you’re not in a place for a relationship, either. You just need someone to fuck you senseless and show you that you’re more than a mom. You’re a beautiful woman with needs and I am more than happy to meet those needs.”
He sees me.
That’s the only thought in my head as I lift up on my toes to kiss him. His hands move to my ass, gripping it so tightly I wonder if I’ll have little bruises from his fingers. I kind of hope I do. Then he’s pushing his thick thigh between my legs, and there’s no way I can stop myself from grinding down on it, seeking any sort of relief from the ache that’s already starting to build from just one kiss.
“I thought we were gonna talk,” I murmur cheekily against his lips, feeling his turn up in response. But my teasing backfires when he pulls back, and I have to bite back a whimper at the loss of his body against mine.
“You’re right. Let’s play twenty questions.”
The only sign he’s even remotely affected is the very prominent bulge beneath his joggers. A bulge I’m eyeing up as he opens the pizza box.
“You done ogling my dick, angel?”
My head whips up to see him staring at me, amusement warring with lust on his face. His ridiculously handsome face.
“I met your sisters,” I fire back. Two can play at the teasing game. And maybe talking about his family will ease some of this insane tension. After all, I am hungry.For more than just his cock.
