“Trust me, they are on cloud nine.” His mom was in her element having so many people to take care of. “My mom will spoil them rotten if we’re not careful.”
Sawyer let out a yawn before speaking. “Maybe, but I think they need that.”
Sawyer yawning made him yawn too. Ford walked over to the bed and finally sat down for what felt like the first time since they’d arrived. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
“I know.” Sawyer stopped in front of Ford, who leaned forward and put his head against Sawyer’s stomach. “We need to check out the schools your mom mentioned.” Sawyer rubbed the back of his neck. “God, I hope the construction site is functioning without us.”
“It will be good to see how Drake is coming along, but I’m not worried. I think you’ll really like him.” Ford slowly undid Sawyer’s pants.
“You think so, huh?” Sawyer’s voice had grown husky.
“Hands up,” Sawyer instructed. Ford did as he was told, and Sawyer pulled Ford’s shirt up and over his head, then tossed it to the floor.
“I do,” Ford replied.
Ford put both hands on Sawyer’s sides and slowly lifted Sawyer’s shirt. As he pulled it up, he kissed up Sawyer’s chest till he had to get on his feet to get the shirt off, then let it fall out of his hand. Ford unbuttoned his own jeans and wiggled out of his pants, tossing them aside, then climbed into bed, giving Sawyer full view of his ass in the boy shorts he had on.
“Are you seducing me?”
Ford turned at the sound of Sawyer’s voice and watched as his boyfriend’s eyes trailed over his body till their eyes met.
“Only if it’s working.” Ford teased.
Sawyer got his pants off, pulling his boxers down with them, and palmed his already hard cock slowly from root to tip. “Fuck yeah, it’s working.” Sawyer got on the bed and used his larger frame to cover Ford’s body.
Ford’s arm went around Sawyer’s neck, and they kissed languidly, enjoying the warmth of one another’s mouths while Sawyer teased the top of Ford’s underwear. Ford raised his hips, and Sawyer broke their kiss and pulled the boxers down, slipping them off of him.
Sawyer sealed their lips together again, their kisses intensifying in heat as Sawyer’s tongue moved between Ford’s lips, deepening the kiss further.
Sawyer slipped his hand between them and wrapped his fingers around their cocks and began to stroke them together as they kissed. He teased the tips using the precum to lube his motions. Sawyer growled, breaking their kiss.
“Holy fuck, I need you,” Sawyer growled.
“Please,” Ford whimpered.
Sawyer moved off him and flipped Ford over so that he was lying on his stomach. Ford loved being manhandled by his boyfriend. He loved their size difference generally, but especially at times like this.
Sawyer leaned over and grabbed the lube from Ford’s end table drawer where it had been since they’d used it the day Sawyer left. Ford glanced over his shoulder as Sawyer squeezed the lube onto his fingers and swiped it down the expanse of Ford’s ass crack. He let out a breath and prepared himself, not that he could ever be fully ready for Sawyer. Warm fingers plunged within his depths, and Ford gasped. He gripped the pillow, his hips angled up in the air, and he let out a needy whimper.
Ford wiggled his hips back and forth eagerly, and Sawyer slapped his ass. “You’re making this much worse,” Sawyer mused, and spread his fingers opening Ford up more.
“I can’t help it.” Ford groaned. “I need you.”
He heard Sawyer suck in a sharp breath and smiled. The way they longed for each other, it was unreal. He’d never felt that type of deep, sustained connection that only grew deeper over time.
Sawyer nipped his shoulder, and he purred in response. Teeth traversed the plains of his skin and left little marks and pangs of delicious sharpness everywhere. Ford’s fingers gripped the pillow in his hands, and he used it to muffle the sounds he really wanted to make.
Sawyer must have known that he couldn’t take another minute because his fingers pulled free from Ford’s hole. Ford groaned, his fingers reached back, and he ran them over the stretched opening. Sawyer moved his hand away a moment later, and Ford’s heart raced waiting for what came next.
The tip of Sawyer’s cock pressed against his ass. He felt as it slid up and down his lubed crack and teased his waiting hole. Ford’s fingers fluttered to his cock, and he stroked it as Sawyer slid inside of him.
Every inch that sank inside of him traveled to his core. Ford’s toes curled, and his back arched. Sawyer’s fingers gripped his hips and yanked them back up into the air.
“Don’t run away,” Sawyer chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet.” He bit down on Ford’s shoulder but didn’t break the skin.
Ford grunted as he grabbed onto the sheets and did his best to relax till Sawyer was fully seated.
“Move please,” Ford begged. “Shit!” He slapped a hand over his mouth and mumbled muffled swears. “So good.”
Sawyer pulled out and pushed back into him again, and Ford bit his lips to hold back his groan. Sawyer thrust into him slowly at first before gradually increasing his pace. Ford gasped and held on. He released a long moan as Sawyer nailed Ford’s prostate on each downward stroke. The sound of skin slapping together and mixing with their grunts was the only sound in the room.
“Please. Please.” Ford was so close.
Sawyer grunted in response. He knew the man was in his own state of lust and excitement just by looking over his shoulder at him. Sawyer’s fingers tightened on Ford’s hips, and his breathing sped up.
“I need to cum,” Ford whimpered as he stroked himself faster. “Oh, close. So close.”
Sawyer kissed his back. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze around my cock.”
That was all it took to push Ford into an explosive orgasm. He stroked himself and shivered, crying out as his orgasm crashed into him and thick ropes of cum shot out, painting the sheets below them. Sawyer kept thrusting into his body, and Ford knew Sawyer was close when he began to lose his rhythm. With a low groan, Sawyer pushed in as deep as he could, and Ford felt the liquid warmth of his boyfriend’s release coating his insides. Sawyer continued to pump in and out of him, riding out his own orgasm, and he felt a rivulet of cum begin to leak down his thigh. When Sawyer went limp, he fell against Ford and rolled so they were lying on their sides, spooning each other.
Ford knew as long as the two of them were together, they would have this. A bond that couldn’t be denied or broken. It connected them together, and it only made the sex that much more amazing.
They were both spent, their breathing slowing. “Not it getting up to get the towel.” Ford whispered.
Sawyer snorted and got out of bed, leaning down for a kiss. Ford watched him walk over to the bathroom naked and let out a sigh. Ford knew things were about to get crazy, but as long as they had each other, they could handle whatever life would throw at them.
12
Sawyer
They were settling in well in Amber Falls.
The kids had started in their new schools a little over a month ago, and Sawyer and Ford were back at work… but it was very much a transition for all of them.
Living here meant Sawyer had to delegate more of his projects, especially since he couldn’t up and travel the way he used to. All the plans he’d talked about with Ford were on fast forward. Searching for office space in Amber Falls, a house—they couldn’t keep living with Ford’s parents even though he knew Barb and Doug did not mind having them.
Sawyer was also looking for someone who would take on a lot of the traveling he used to do before because Mark definitely couldn’t. His friend and business partner was feeling the strain just as much as Sawyer, but they were all making do.
Sawyer hadn’t even returned to New York since they left, and weirdly, he wasn’t feeling the need to jump on a plane as was usual when he remained in one place for too long.
He stepped into the worksit
e and surveyed the work that Drake and his crew had already done. He was impressed by how much they’d achieved in such a short length of time. Ford was right; they were hard workers, and Sawyer was impressed.
“What do you think?” Drake asked, coming up to Sawyer as he surveyed the new beams that had been put up which would be part of the main hotel area. The plan was to have the main resort, but then they would also have cabins for guests who wished for more privacy.
“You do good work,” Sawyer said. He ran his hand over the beam. “Great job.”
“Thank you!” Drake smiled like a proud papa.
“I knew Ford would—” before he could finish what he was saying, Sawyer’s phone rang in his hand. When he lifted it and looked at the number, he didn’t recognize it, so he excused himself to take the call.
“Hello?” Sawyer said.
“Hello? Is this Sawyer Lancaster?” A woman on the other end of the line asked.
“Yes… this is he.”
“I’m Mrs. Harper, Gavin’s English teacher.”
“Oh yes… how do you do?”
“I’m very well, thank you. I was hoping we could meet and discuss Gavin.”
Oh fuck, what was wrong?
“Is he alright?” Sawyer asked, “Is he hurt? What’s going on?” Fuck, his heart rate was speeding up.
“Breathe, Mr. Lancaster.” Her voice was soothing. “Gavin is fine. He’s not hurt, but I do have some concerns. I was hoping you could meet me at the end of the school day. Would four o’clock work?”
“I’ll be there.” He checked his watch—he had two hours. Fuck, with the way his stomach was twisting, he wasn’t sure he could wait that long. What if something was wrong with Gavin? “I’ll see you then.”
“Room 511,” she said. “I look forward to meeting you.”
“Likewise,” Sawyer said, then disconnected the call.
When he turned back to Drake, he found the man had already resumed working, but that was fine because he didn’t have anything more to say to Drake right now.
Sawyer quickly left the site and headed for the trailer. He climbed up the stairs and opened the door, and Ford looked up when he entered, his lips curving when he spotted Sawyer.
“Hey, babe. Done already?”
“I just got a call from Gavin’s English teacher.” He looked down at his phone even though he’d already hung up.
Ford’s forehead puckered. “That’s not usually a good sign. What’s going on?”
“She wouldn’t tell me. Just asked me to come see her at four today. Will you be home when Savanna and Gavin get off of the bus?”
“No, I’m coming with you.” Ford got to his feet.
“You don’t need to come with me. It’s not necessary.”
Ford tilted his head. “I said I was all in, and I meant it. I’m coming with you. Mom will be home when the kids get there. She’ll stay with them until we get back.” Ford walked over to him. “I’m coming with you. No arguments.”
Sawyer nodded and raked a hand through his hair. He definitely felt better having Ford alongside him. He wasn’t sure he was ready to handle things solo. Even when he was signing the kids up for school, Ford and Barb had helped with that.
God, what would he have done without Ford? He needed to remember that Ford was his partner in all this, and he no longer had to shoulder everything alone.
Now, if he could just get through the rest of the afternoon without worrying himself into an ulcer. Could people develop those in a day?
Then again, the past month had been totally ulcer inducing.
Sawyer and Ford were holding hands when they walked into the teacher’s room, or rather, Sawyer had grabbed on to Ford’s hand and refused to let go.
Mrs. Harper stood up when they entered and greeted them. “Thanks for coming,” she said as she shook their hands. “Which of you is Mr. Sawyer Lancaster?”
“I’m Sawyer, and this is my boyfriend, Ford.”
“It’s wonderful to meet you both. Please have a seat.” They both sat down in the front row, and boy, did Sawyer feel like he was about to be scolded. His palms were sweaty, and he did his best not to wipe them against his jeans. Although he had to admit, Mrs. Harper was like no teacher he’d ever had. She was, in a word, stunning.
“I’m sorry to call you both down here,” Mrs. Harper began, shaking him out of his musings. “But, I have some concerns about Gavin.” She paused like she was collecting her thoughts. “Gavin is a wonderful student, a complete delight to have in our class.”
Sawyer waited for the other shoe to drop because he knew she hadn’t called him in to tell him how great Gavin was.
“He completes his work in the class, and his homework is always done to a high standard.”
“That’s wonderful to hear. We make sure to help whenever we can,” Ford spoke up. Sawyer could hear the part he didn’t add though—what they were both thinking.
What the hell was going on?
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you here, after all that praise,” She managed a brief smile. “I gave the kids a little essay to do, and Gavin’s… well, it gave me cause for concern.”
Sawyer and Ford looked at each other, then back at Mrs. Harper.
“Concern?” Sawyer repeated.
She nodded and opened up a folder, pulling out a piece of paper. “This is an essay he wrote in class yesterday. I asked the kids to write a report about your family.” She got to her feet and walked over to them with her hand out to pass them the report. “You can go ahead and read it.”
Sawyer took it from her and looked down at it. Ford got to his feet and moved so he was standing beside Sawyer, peering over his shoulder.
I used to have a mommy and a daddy. But my mommy left because Daddy said she was sick, but my sister says she loved drugs more than she loved us. Daddy died, and no one wants my siblings and me. The social worker said Mommy is away till she’s better, but my Savie says Mommy is never coming back. I have a new brother. Sawyer is nice, and I like our new house with Ford and Grandma Barb and Grandpa Doug. We never had Grandpa and Grandma before but Savie says not to get comfortable because Sawyer will send us away.
Sawyer looked over to Ford and saw there were tears in Ford’s eyes. Sawyer was barely holding his own back. He turned back to Mrs. Harper and had to clear his suddenly choked throat before speaking. “I don’t know what to say. I—” Sawyer closed his mouth and looked at Ford helplessly.
Mrs. Harper perched on her desk. When Sawyer met her gaze, he had to look away, hating the pity he saw there.
“I don’t usually get involved with family unless I think a child is in danger. I know this isn’t the case, but this… I thought you should know. I think Gavin is struggling with the situation.”
Sawyer nodded. “I thought he was settling in.” He held up the piece of paper. “He seemed to be doing so well. How did I not see this?”
Ford’s hand on his shoulder tightened.
“His mom is in rehab for drug and alcohol abuse. His father died three months ago. I only just found out about them, our fa—” Sawyer shook his head. She didn’t need to know his life story. “My siblings came to live with me, then we… I uprooted them from the only city they knew to bring them to Amber Falls. I thought Gavin was the one who was acclimating the best.”
“You can’t blame yourself.” She leaned forward, eyes sympathy filled. “I had no idea that your father died so recently. I’m so very sorry for your loss.”
Every time someone told him sorry for his loss, he didn’t know what to say. Was it really his loss? Now was not the time to think about his own relationship with a father he never knew.
“He’s a good student, and a good boy, but I think he just needs some security.” Mrs. Harper’s voice had him focusing again.
“We’ll talk to him,” Sawyer promised. “We’ll make sure he knows we are not going anywhere.” Sawyer’s hand covered Ford’s where it rested on his shoulder.
“Thank you for bring
ing this to our attention.”
Mrs. Harper’s lips curved in a smile. “You’re very welcome. I love having Gavin in my class, and I’m sure once he settles, maybe makes some friends, he’ll have a better time.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Harper.” Sawyer stood and put out his hand and she took it. “May I hold onto this?” He was holding the paper in his free hand.
She nodded. “You may.”
“Have a lovely evening,” Sawyer said.
They left the room after saying their goodbyes, walking silently till they reached the car. When they stood beside it, Sawyer turned to Ford.
“Can you believe that’s what’s going through his mind? He’s so young.” Sawyer could feel tears stinging the back of his eyes.
“We’ll talk to him. He’s going to be okay. All the children are going to be okay,”
Sawyer wasn’t so sure, but he hoped Ford was right. For now, they had to decide what the next course of action would be, but first, he needed to talk to Gavin. His brother needed to know Sawyer wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was Ford, as he kept proving.
God, he loved him. Somehow, looking at his boyfriend, Sawyer felt like he could handle this.
That didn’t stop him from praying that he actually could.
13
Ford
Ford suggested Sawyer take Gavin out for dinner alone that evening, but he was promptly reminded by Sawyer that they were a unit, so he immediately agreed to be there.
After their meeting with Mrs. Harper, they needed to talk to Gavin with no prying eyes and ears around. Thankfully, his parents were all too eager to watch Callum and keep an eye on Savanna.
Ford could feel Gavin’s eyes on the back of his head all the way to the restaurant. Even though they’d reassured him everything was fine, the kid’s nerves were like a live wire riding in the car with them.
When they were finally seated at their table, Gavin blurted, “What did I do?”
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