Max’s hand lands on my shoulder. “Brother, you’re already doing it. You brought her to family dinner, you’re spending time with her and her kid, you’re in a relationship. The only thing that changes is you stop trying to hide it, and you call it what it is.”
Exhaling a laugh, I lean my head back. “You make it sound so easy.”
“Not easy,” Beckett says quietly. “But worth it.”
Chapter twenty-four
Tori
The second I open my front door, Sawyer pushes me back inside, slamming the door closed with his foot. His mouth is on mine, plundering me with his kiss. There’s a new intensity to him; something’s changed. But I don’t have time to dwell on that as my pants are ripped down my legs and he drops to his knees in front of me. His tongue works magic all over me, and in an embarrassingly short amount of time, I’m pulling at his hair and screaming his name as I soak his face with my release.
He stands up, unbuckles his jeans, and notches his rock-hard dick at my entrance, then freezes. “Shit. Condom,” he growls.
“I trust you. I have an IUD and there hasn’t been anyone else in years.”
Sawyer’s eyes glow as he slides into me with a low groan. “Fuck yes, Tori. You feel so damn good, angel. You’re made for me.” He pulls out, then slams back in, harder this time.
“Again,” I moan, my eyes fluttering closed. The feel of his hand wrapping around the front of my throat has them flying open.
“Eyes open. See me. Seeus,” he rumbles, each sentence punctuated by a thrust of his hips. His hand tightens just slightly, enough to cut off some of my air andgood God, why didn’t I put this on my bucket list?
“Mine. You’re mine. Mine.” Sawyer starts chanting, his hand dropping from my neck to grab one of my legs, lifting it to wrap around his waist. I pull his head to meet mine, kissing him sloppily as I gasp and grunt with every push of his cock inside of me.
“So good, Sawyer,” I moan in between kisses. We lace our fingers together and he raises one hand up over my head, dropping his head to kiss and suck down the column of my neck. “I’m close. Oh God, right there. Yes!” Anyone who says multiple O’s are not real has never had sex with Sawyer Donnelly. As he tilts his hips up to hit me just a little bit differently, I feel my release careening through me, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy.
“Ohhh, fuck yes,” I shout, and then I’m free-falling, shuddering through a spectacular orgasm.
When I come back to earth, my heart is still racing, but I can feel Sawyer softening inside of me. His chest is also heaving as he presses one more kiss to my collarbone, then slowly slides out.
“Stay there,” he whispers softly before tucking his dick inside his jeans and hurrying down to the bathroom. He returns with a towel and helps me clean up. There’s a wildly possessive glint in his eyes that makes me want to drag him down the hall to my bedroom and never let him leave. Something tells me he might not fight me on that too hard…
“I can honestly say, that’s the first time we’ve had sex when we’re both basically still dressed.” I giggle, pulling my leggings up.
Sawyer winks. “Probably won’t be the last time. You make it hard for me to keep my hands off you.”
I give him a grin. “I’m not complaining.”
We move over to the couch, and he pulls me sideways into his lap. Lifting my legs to lean against the couch, I settle in against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath as his hand drifts through my hair. All of a sudden, I remember why he came over today.
“Oh! Congratulations on your promotion. I made you something.” I move to stand up, but his arm around me tightens.
“In a minute. Just stay here with me right now.”
The new intensity from before has been replaced with a new softness, giving me a little bit of emotional whiplash.
“You want to cuddle?” I say, half-teasing, half-hopeful. He’s always affectionate when it’s just the two of us, but as I let myself relax back into his embrace, there’s no denying something’s changed.
“So what if I do,” he challenges, kissing the top of my head. I twist my neck to look up at him, and he meets me for a proper kiss, soft and sweet.
“Again, not complaining.” I smile against his lips. I lay back down against his shoulder, forcing myself to enjoy the quiet moment with him and not overanalyze what might be running through his head.
But Sawyer doesn’t keep me wondering for very long.
“I like you,” he blurts out, his body tightening up under me.
“I like you, too,” I reply softly, unsure where he’s going with this. He shifts my body so that I’m straddling him and we’re facing each other. An uncharacteristically serious expression is on his face.
“No, I mean, I really like you.” I see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows. “This was meant to stay casual, just fun, but it’s more than that for me. I want more.” He sucks in a breath. “If you do.”
