Sawyer

by Nicole Edwards

  “You videotape that stuff?” Kennedy asked, her eyes wide.

  “Only for security,” he assured her. “We don’t keep them after a certain amount of time. But we keep them for reasons like this. I need to know who leaked the details.”

  “And you know who did it?”

  “I’ve got my suspicions,” he told her.

  “Greyson?”

  Kennedy seemed just as skeptical as he was, but Sawyer just couldn’t shake the feeling that Greyson had something to do with it. He was there that night, and based on the tension between them . . . it just seemed to fit.

  “Why would you think Greyson would do that? What does he have to gain?”

  “Remember the night at Moonshiners when Greyson came in and you overheard my conversation with him?”

  “Stamina Girl?” Kennedy asked, her expression blank.

  “Yeah,” he chuckled. He found it amusing that she would’ve latched onto that one little detail. “That one. Well, I went to the resort, met Greyson and whatever her name was.”

  Kennedy’s brow furrowed and he could hear her brain working overtime. She was already assuming he’d lied to her.

  He continued, “I stayed at the bar while they went up to a room. I told Greyson I’d be up in a bit. I made it all the way to the hotel room door and I couldn’t do it. And let the record state that this wasn’t the first time in the last few months that I’d walked away from a woman.”

  “Go on,” Kennedy said in a steely tone.

  “Greyson called me while I was standing outside the hotel room door and I told him I couldn’t do it.”

  “By ‘it,’ I assume you’re referring to a threesome?”

  Sawyer nodded.

  “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why couldn’t you do it?”

  “Because that night I made up my mind,” he explained.

  “About?” Kennedy inquired.

  “About what I wanted.”

  He was surprised she didn’t question him again, but based on her expression, understanding was dawning. Sawyer had to get this out there before he lost the nerve. “Truth is, that night, I decided to go after what I wanted with guns blazing.”

  “Which is?” she asked, a little breathless.

  Sawyer moved closer to her. Slowly. He held her gaze until his leg was pressing against hers, his hand sliding down her cheek. “You.”

  “Me?”

  “Kennedy,” he began, his tone low, “I’ve wanted you for so long, I don’t remember what it was like before you. It didn’t matter that you shot me down at every turn. I’ve known for a long time that you’re . . .” Sawyer couldn’t finish the sentence.

  “I’m what?”

  “You’re the one I want,” he said in a rush, but he didn’t wait for her to respond. “I don’t pretend to be a saint, never have. But I can tell you that there has never been a single woman who has come even remotely close to making me feel what you make me feel.”

  “I assume we’re not talking about just sex here,” Kennedy mumbled, her cheeks turning pink.

  “Honey, we’re so far past ‘just sex,’ I can’t even see it anymore.”

  “So what are we doing?”

  “Whatever we want.”

  “And what is it that you want?” she asked, her eyes sliding down to his mouth.

  Sawyer leaned in and brushed her lips with his softly before pulling back. “I want you. Every way I can have you, and no, I’m not just talking about sex. This is more than that for me, Kennedy.”

  “Is that why Greyson’s pissed?”

  Sawyer sat back, hating that she was stuck on the Greyson topic, but figuring he had to get it out there. “He’s pissed because we made a pact when we were young and dumb.”

  “That whole bros-before-hos thing,” Kennedy said, making him laugh.

  “In a sense, yeah. But I’m long past that. I told myself a long damn time ago that if I ever got your attention and managed to hold it, I wasn’t going to give up.”

  Kennedy swallowed hard, her eyes locked with his once again.

  There were so many things he wanted to tell her, but Sawyer held back. His heart was already on the line, but for some reason, he just couldn’t come out and tell her exactly how he felt. Self-preservation and all that.

  But for tonight, he had no issues showing her just how he felt.

  Starting now.

  chapter NINETEEN

  Kennedy knew she should probably have more to say to Sawyer. He seemed to be making an effort to open up to her, but now that he’d leaned in and kissed her, the sexy scent of his cologne, mixed with the heady scent of the man, coalesced into something so powerful, she found herself drowning in his kiss and never wanting to stop.

  She had been surprised that he’d been so open with her, and the fact that they hadn’t launched into his bed as soon as she stepped into his house spoke volumes. At least to her. But since he’d been so open, she felt the need to do the same, which meant she needed to put a halt to this before it got out of hand. Placing her hand on his chest, she pushed him away gently, not moving her hand, but instead fisting his T-shirt, desperate to pull him closer.

  “You okay?” he asked, his gravelly tone causing fire to lick at her insides.

  “Yeah,” she said, smiling when the single word hardly came out. “I just needed to tell you something.”

  “What’s that?” he asked, the back of his fingers trailing down her cheek. She leaned into his touch, keeping her eyes locked with his.

  “I think we’re past ‘just sex,’ too,” she told him honestly.

  His devilish smirk made her insides dance. “I’m glad to hear that.”

  “And I wasn’t quite so honest with you before.”

  “That right?” Sawyer’s head cocked slightly to the side, his eyes narrowing.

  “Yeah. I really did want to go out with you when you first asked me.”

  Sawyer sat up straighter, causing her hand to fall from his chest. At first, she thought he was upset with her admission, but there wasn’t any hostility in his beautiful blue-gray gaze when he asked, “Just tell me this . . . I know your father is pissed, and he has every right to be, but . . .”

  When he paused, Kennedy held her breath, waiting for him to finish. She could see the uncertainty in his eyes and she wanted to encourage him to continue, but she managed to refrain.

  “It may take me a little more time, but I’ll prove to him that I’m not that guy. I just don’t want . . . I don’t want his issues with me to come between us. Does that make sense?”

  Kennedy considered that for a moment. “Yeah. I get it. I think he’s well aware of what’s goin’ on because the rumors started the first night you stayed at my house. When Olivia came in the office on Monday morning, she mentioned it and I’m sure he’s heard them by now. But I make my own decisions, Sawyer. I love my father, I respect his opinion, but . . . I’m my own person.”

  “People are gonna talk and there’s nothin’ I can do to change that. And some of the shit they say may have a kernel of truth in it, but I don’t want you holdin’ me responsible for my actions in the past, either. I’m not that man anymore.”

  “As long as it’s the past,” Kennedy stated.

  “For as long as you’ll have me it is.”

  Kennedy wanted to tell him that she’d had daydreams about forever with him, but with Sawyer, she knew that there were a few secrets she needed to keep to herself, so she closed her mouth.

  “So will you have me? Right now? In my bathtub?”

  His questions shocked her because they’d moved from a serious conversation to sexy in less than a second. She found herself nodding.

  “Good. Since that day I called you and you told me you were in the bath, I’ve thought about all the things I want to do to you in my tub.”

  When Sawyer reached for her hand as he got to his feet, Kennedy placed hers in his palm and allowed him to pull her up. She willingly followed him into his bedroom, whe
re she only had a second to look around. What she saw wasn’t much different from the rest of the house. Plain furniture, neutral carpet and walls, nothing on the tops of the furniture save for a framed picture or two. He had three cowboy hats on racks on the wall, but that was pretty much it.

  But when they stepped into his bathroom . . . her mouth dried up instantly. The place was impressive. Now, in this room, she could see a hint of Sawyer. The rest of the house might’ve been a little bland, but there had been no expense spared in the bathroom, which intrigued her as much as it confused her.

  Sawyer released her hand and made his way to the giant tub which was sandwiched between two walls and had a tiled ledge that went around it entirely. There were two steps that led up to it and numerous jets on the inside that she hoped they’d be using soon. Steam began to drift up from the water that was quickly filling it, but she didn’t see much of it when Sawyer stepped in front of her, pulling his white T-shirt over his head with one hand and then tossing it to the floor before reaching for her sweater. The man made quick work of disrobing them both, but that was probably because rather than kiss her, he just continued to watch her as she watched him.

  The man was scrumptious. All of that lean, ropy muscle. Kennedy had the urge to lick him from head to toe, to trace every hard line that bisected those glorious muscles. During her taste test, she would pause to savor his erection, the long, thick length of him, licking it from the root to the broad head, just to hear him groan—God, she loved when Sawyer growled in that sexy, alpha way.

  But she didn’t. Lick him, that is.

  Only because Sawyer obviously had other ideas.

  Taking her hand, he led her to the tub and Kennedy unabashedly stole a glance at his perfect naked ass.

  Damn.

  “I don’t want you to get in yet,” Sawyer informed her and Kennedy’s eyes traveled up his broad back to meet his eyes when he tossed her a glance over his shoulder.

  “Okay,” she said, not sure what he had in mind, but looking forward to it nonetheless.

  Sawyer stepped into the tub, turning off the water before holding out his hand and helping her in.

  “I thought you didn’t want me in the tub,” she stated.

  “Not completely,” he informed her as he helped her to step in.

  He pressed his body up against hers, forcing her to take a slow step back before he lowered her to the ledge that surrounded the tub. The tile was cold on her butt, drawing a shriek from her and making Sawyer chuckle.

  Directly in front of her, Sawyer lowered himself to his knees in the tub while she sat with her feet in the water. He situated himself first before maneuvering her legs, eliciting a gasp from her when he propped each of her feet on the sides of the tub, spreading her legs wide, putting her on full display for him.

  “Now that’s exactly how I’ve imagined you,” Sawyer said gruffly. “Only one thing’s missin’.”

  “What’s that?” The words came out on a croak.

  “My tongue,” he explained, “right here on your sweet pussy.”

  Kennedy’s head fell back on her shoulders when he swiped his tongue along her slit. Her skin tingled, the warm rasp of his tongue over her sensitive nerve endings combined with the chill that still lingered in the room despite the humid warmth escaping from the water, had her crying out.

  Thanks to the way he’d propped her up, she couldn’t use her hands because they were flat on the tile behind her, currently the only thing keeping her upright as Sawyer’s tongue did wicked things to her clit. She wanted to latch onto his hair, to pull him closer, to force him to fuck her with that skilled tongue, but she couldn’t, so she settled on moaning her pleasure.

  Sawyer’s hands slid up under her legs, wrapping around and holding her thighs, pulling her toward him while he continued to lap at her, making her crazy with the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples were so tight, they hurt, and part of her wished he’d give them a little attention, but she could hardly think past the glorious rasp of his tongue against her pussy.

  “Sawyer . . .” Kennedy inhaled sharply, her body tightening, her core tingling. “You’re gonna make me come.”

  He didn’t say anything, but he groaned, the vibrations against her clit pushing her closer and closer to the jagged edge she was grasping tightly to because it just felt too damn good. But then Sawyer sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it ruthlessly, and the next thing Kennedy knew, she was soaring, her body so replete, she feared she was going to fall over. If it weren’t for his strong arms banded around her, pulling her to him and then into the water, she would have.

  Without a word, Sawyer adjusted his position so he was leaning back against the tub wall, while she straddled him, her face tucked against his neck while her body continued to shudder.

  “That was better than I imagined,” Sawyer told her, his hand caressing the back of her hair while he held her to him.

  “Yeah?” She could hardly speak, but she managed to force the word out, not really caring for him to elaborate.

  They were silent for a couple of minutes until Kennedy came back to herself and when she did, she realized she had reached between their bodies and was slowly stroking his cock beneath the water. He had begun a gentle moan, his hand tightening on the back of her head so she continued until Sawyer was pumping his hips upward, driving his erection into her fist.

  As much as she wanted that to continue, Kennedy had other ideas. Because after all, if he could live out his fantasies, then so should she.

  SAWYER WAS ENJOYING the hand job, content to sit in the hot water with Kennedy’s weight over him while she stroked his dick, so when she moved, he growled his annoyance, pulling a seductive grin from the auburn-haired beauty.

  “Why’d you stop?” he asked, his voice choppy.

  “Because it’s my turn,” she explained. “Up on the ledge.”

  Sawyer cocked an eyebrow, unable to keep from smiling. She didn’t have to tell him twice.

  As soon as she moved off him, Sawyer propelled himself up onto the edge of the tub, his legs in the water.

  “Feet on the edge.”

  “Darlin’, as hot as that sounds, I’m not sure I’m that flexible.”

  “Fine, then one foot,” she instructed, patting the tiled ledge with her hand.

  Sawyer complied, extending his leg and resting it on the side while Kennedy moved between his thighs. Her soft, wet hands circled his dick, both of them at the same time while her eyes trailed her movements. He alternated between watching her face and the way she stroked him so gently, he wanted to beg her to grip him tighter.

  However, all thought fled when her little pink tongue slipped out and circled the head of his dick. She didn’t take him into her mouth, just merely licked him like a fucking lollipop and he was damn near ready to grab her head and pull her closer. She was tormenting him and as much as he enjoyed it, he was dead set on coming in her sweet mouth.

  She held his dick to her mouth, lapping over and around the head, her eyes drifting up to meet his on occasion.

  “Suck me, Kennedy,” he encouraged, sliding one hand on the top of her head.

  Her lips curled up in a smile and she moaned, allowing the head to ease between her lips.

  “I want to fuck your face,” he told her, watching for her reaction.

  Kennedy nodded, pulling his dick from her mouth and running her tongue along the underside. She laved his balls briefly before going back to take him in her mouth once again. When she did, Sawyer moved forward, dropping his leg into the tub beside her, his fingers tangling in her hair while he pulled her head forward.

  “Open,” he instructed.

  Her mouth formed a perfect O and Sawyer leaned forward, slowly pushing his cock inside. The wet heat engulfed him, sending shards of pleasure to his balls. He retreated just as slowly, only to push in again.

  “Take me as deep as you can.” Sawyer again pushed forward, this time continuing until his cock was lodged deeper in
her mouth. He pulled out and returned. “Deeper.”

  Sawyer slowed, pushing in until the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. When her eyes began to water, he pulled back briefly before entering her mouth once more. After several times, Sawyer slowed his movement, stopping when his cock hit the back of her throat again, this time not retreating. “Swallow,” he instructed.

  When she did, her throat tightened on the head of his dick, an electric current of sensation racing to his balls. He didn’t linger, not wanting to choke her. “Holy fuck, that was so hot. One more time, baby.”

  When Kennedy’s throat worked around his cockhead, he nearly lost it, pulling back before plunging into her mouth again, this time holding her head and driving past her lips, fast and shallow. Over and over he kept fucking her mouth while Kennedy fondled his balls with her fingers. She never tried to pull away even when his hands had tightened on her head, tugging her hair as he increased the pace, pulling her head toward him while his dick bottomed out in her mouth.

  “Damn, that’s fucking hot,” he told her. “Fucking your mouth. So damn sweet.”

  Sawyer was still holding back, not wanting to hurt her, but when Kennedy increased the suction, pulling him deeper, moaning when he would pull her hair, Sawyer let loose, fucking her mouth hard and fast.

  “That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Fuck, Kennedy. I’m gonna come in your sweet mouth. I want to watch you swallow. Oh, fuck yes.” Sawyer continued to drive his hips forward while pulling her head down onto him until his balls had tightened up against his body. In, out, in, out. Sawyer stilled, shoving his dick deep as he came. Kennedy’s lips wrapped tightly around him while he pulsed, her throat working as she swallowed everything he had to give her.

  Lord have mercy.

  TWENTY MINUTES LATER, after relaxing in the warm water with Kennedy in his arms, Sawyer was ready to go again. After he came, he had slid into the water, pulling Kennedy on top of him again and holding her there while he explored her mouth, tasting himself there. Only when the water began to cool did he suggest they get out. Two towels and a quick rubdown later, Sawyer was dragging Kennedy to his bed, flipping on the lamp on the nightstand.