Something passes over her face at the same time a weird feeling flips through me.
“I do trust you, Sawyer.”
There’s a second of silence. And another. Then, before it can get too heavy and throw me out of the zone, I lean over and snag a condom from her bedside drawer, rolling it on before stalking over to where she’s leaning against the wall.
“Okay, so,” she starts nervously. She bites her lip, then gingerly places her hands on my shoulders. “Do you lift me first, penetrate, then move my legs? Or move my legs, then penetrate?” She sounds flustered, and that’s no good.
Leaning in, I press a soft kiss to her lips as I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “First, you relax, angel. It’s just me and you. Nothing to be nervous about. We’re gonna have some fun, like we always do.”
Her forehead dips to meet mine as she exhales with a shaky laugh. “You’re right. I don’t know why I got all weird there.”
That’s better.
“All good. Now, here’s how it’s going to go. I’m going to lift you and brace you against the wall. Then we move your legs up while I hold you, and then it’s party time.”
Her giggle sounds lighter, more normal. “Alright. Don’t drop me.”
“Never.”
That same weird feeling flips through me once more, but I shake it off — again.
Lifting her in my arms, she goes to wrap her legs around my waist, then stops. “Guess I don’t need to do that,” she says, and I shake my head with an answering grin.
We manage to maneuver one of her legs up, and let me just say, it’s a good thing Tori is bendy as fuck. She grimaces slightly and I freeze. “Is that okay?” I ask, and she nods.
“Yeah, it’s a little unsettling. But I think once my other leg is up and I can maybe rest them against your body, it’ll work,” she says gamely.
But as we try to get her other leg up, it all goes really fucking wrong. My grip on Tori slips, and somehow as I shift back slightly to readjust, her leg that isn’t already in position moves, and I end up with a knee to the groin.
“Shit!” I shout, my instinct being to double over at the burst of intense agony, except I’m still holding Tori. I manage to set her down before dropping to the floor, trying to breathe slowly.
“Oh my God, Sawyer, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Crap, what can I do? Do you need ice?”
The panic in her voice is clear, but I’m a little too focused on my pain to really respond beyond shaking my head.
Listen — guys will get it. A knee to the nuts?Not. Fun.
“I’m okay. Just need a minute,” I manage to get out once I stop feeling like I want to puke from the pain. Tori stays beside me, her hand lightly rubbing my back. Eventually, I manage to rise up on my knees and turn to her.
“I’m sorry, angel. I slipped, and I promised I wouldn’t drop you —” I start, but her lips are against mine, interrupting me.
“And you didn’t. I just broke your penis,” she says morosely.
I chuckle, and wince, because even though I know that’s not possible, it kinda feels that way. We both look down at my now-soft dick, and I let out a little groan. “Not broken, but probably out of action for a bit.”
Tori stands and then reaches her hands out to me. “Come on, up you go.”
I let her help me stand and hobble over to the bed before flopping back onto it. “I think you need to change your scene. That position is definitely not a good idea. Give me some recovery time and we can brainstorm some other ideas.”
Tori settles on her side next to me, resting her hand on my chest. “I’m sorry, Sawyer.”
I lift her hand and kiss the palm. “Angel, don’t apologize.” Then, I smirk. “But you definitely can’t say sex with me is boring.”
Chapter twenty-two
Sawyer
“You didwhat?”Kat asks, her voice incredulous.
