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The two of them were bucking up and retreating at a speed that had never happened before. She’d remember if it had because it just felt more wonderful than anything else ever in her life.
His tongue slid into her mouth, she tasted some of herself on him and didn’t care. What they had was special in her eyes. More special than she’d ever felt before.
Her nails were on his back that she’d so gently rubbed hours ago. She was leaving marks, and based on how jerky his body was against hers, she didn’t think he minded that.
There was this coiled tension in her belly that was spreading between her legs. It was telling her time was up and she was going to come.
That she needed to.
He must have felt it too because his body went into overdrive slamming into her as if he had to break free of whatever was holding him back.
One minute she was wound up tight and the next she was unraveling.
Sawyer was too. She felt him pulsing inside of her and then he just collapsed down, shifted and rolled so that she was on his chest.
Her heart was racing, her breathing heavy.
“What time is it?” she asked.
“No clue,” he said. “The middle of the night. Why?”
“I have no idea,” she said, then closed her eyes and didn’t remember anything else.
33
Actions Or Decisions
Sawyer pulled into his grandparents’ driveway on Saturday morning.
He hadn’t wanted to leave Faith this weekend, but he’d made a promise and he’d stick to it.
She’d offered to come with him. That her parents would watch Fred for her, but he’d said no. Maybe another time.
It was a good thing because when he got out of his SUV he noticed a car parked in front of the house. It could be any of the neighbors, but something told him that wasn’t the case.
He went to the front door and unlocked it. His grandmother was at the hospital already and he’d said he would meet her there. He was just going to come and drop his stuff off and take care of a few things for her. She’d left him a list of things that needed to be done.
Furniture to be moved so that a bed could be delivered and kept downstairs in the den. It was a room in the back they didn’t use often as it was small, but he was going to put a TV in there that he’d had delivered the other day along with the mounts so he could hang it on the wall.
When his grandfather was better, it’d be a space they could have to watch what they wanted away from the other. He’d bet his grandmother might need it.
“What are you doing here?” he asked his mother. She’d come out of the kitchen when he walked in the door.
“Sawyer,” his mother said. “It’s so good to see you.”
He snorted. He didn’t believe she meant that. If she wanted to see him all that much she would have reached out in the past fifteen years and he could count on one hand how many times she’d made the first move.
It’d never been on him to make it and he realized once he told his father and grandparents to let it go, that his mother all but wiped him from her life.
“Whatever,” he said. “Why are you here now when you couldn’t be here earlier in the week when Grandpa had his surgery? Or at any of their doctor’s appointments?”
His mother ground her teeth like he remembered her doing when his father asked her questions too. Lucy Long-Brennan didn’t like to be asked anything.
“I’ve got a life and have been busy. It’s none of your business, but I’m sure Grandma told you I was on vacation last week.”
“With another man you put before anyone else in your life,” he said, moving past her with his bag. He was going to his old room and hoping she left. In his eyes, he had more right to be here than her.
She didn’t follow him. Not surprising either.
