He sat on the edge of the mattress, Kennedy standing between his spread legs, while he trailed his fingers over every one of her magnificent curves. He gave her nipples attention, sucking and nipping while she wrapped her hands around his head, and then, when he’d worked her up for a few minutes, he eased back and pulled her onto the bed with him.
His mouth found hers, his hands roaming over her back, the swell of her ass, her thighs. He continued to fondle her slowly, dipping his finger between her ass cheeks, until she was lifting her ass in the air, giving him better access to her slick pussy. When she pulled her mouth from his, Sawyer grinned.
“Condom?” Kennedy asked, glancing over at the nightstand.
“Top drawer,” he told her.
“I thought you didn’t bring women here,” she said, glaring down at him.
“I don’t. Doesn’t mean I don’t have them on hand for when I need them. Is there a better place I should store them?”
Kennedy studied him for a moment, but then she surprised him, leaning over and pulling out an opened box and retrieving one of the condoms. She sat up, kneeling over his legs as she ripped the package open.
“Fuck,” he growled when she slid the condom over his throbbing dick, her hands teasing him as they went. When he was suited up, Sawyer met her eyes again. “Tell me what you want.”
Kennedy’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “What do you mean?”
“What’s your fantasy, Kennedy?”
Her eyes trailed down his chest, his stomach, then stopping to linger on his cock. “I think you’ve completed my fantasy already.”
“Yeah? You don’t have something lurking down deep, something that you’ve always been curious about, but never thought you’d do?”
“Probably not,” she said with a chuckle. “But I get the feeling you do.”
“Lay down on your side,” he instructed and rolled to his side. “Facing the bathroom.”
Kennedy dropped to the bed, lying on her left side facing the bathroom door, her back to his chest. Sawyer eased up behind her and lifted her leg, dragging his cock against her slick folds before lining up the head with her entrance. He eased inside her slowly until Kennedy moaned, her pussy clamping down on him. At this angle, she was unbelievably tight.
“Oh, God, that’s good,” she said on another moan.
“You like it?” Sawyer lifted her leg a little higher when he pushed into her again, keeping his thrusts deep and slow. He wasn’t in a hurry, rather wanting to enjoy every fucking second of being deep inside her.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “But you’re going too slow.”
Sawyer ignored her, continuing to fuck her slowly, driving in deep, pausing, and then pulling out. When she leaned against him, trying to get closer, he kissed her shoulder, her arm, enjoying the way she was purring.
“Roll onto your stomach,” he whispered against her ear.
When she moved, he moved with her, never dislodging from her body.
“Keep your legs together,” he instructed.
Sawyer adjusted his position so that he was kneeling over her thighs, his cock tucked between her legs and inside her. Leaning forward, he gripped her legs with the inside of his thighs, pushing deep.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, nipping her ear. “Your pussy’s so tight.”
“Don’t stop,” Kennedy pleaded.
“You like when I take it slow? The way my cock tunnels into you?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “So much.”
Sawyer continued the brutally slow pace, driving his own need higher and higher until he had to stop momentarily to keep from coming. He wasn’t ready. Not yet.
Kennedy was the first woman he’d had in his bed, the only woman he’d ever wanted there, and he didn’t want this moment to end. If he could have, he would’ve made love to her all damn night.
Pulling out of her, Sawyer gripped her hips and pulled her back. “Keep your chest on the bed,” he instructed, easing his knees between her thighs and pushing them open. Without hesitation, he pushed his dick inside her again, this time going slow and pausing when he was buried to the hilt.
With her in that position, he had access to other parts of her body. Parts he bet Kennedy hadn’t thought much about. Yet.
Kneeling directly behind her, Sawyer separated her ass cheeks, brushing his thumb down the crease and over her asshole, stopping to tease her briefly while he pumped his hips.
“One day, I wanna fuck you right here,” he told her, prodding her asshole with the blunt tip of his finger, not pushing into her, just teasing her. “Have you ever had your ass fucked?”
“No,” Kennedy moaned as she rocked back against his hand. “Oh, God. That feels good.”
“You want that? You want me to bury myself in your ass, Kennedy?”
“Yes,” she said, surprising the fuck out of him by how easily she agreed.
“Well, if you’re a good girl, one day I’ll bury my dick right here.” He continued to tease her with the tip of his finger while he began to buck his hips faster.
When the friction became too much, Sawyer resorted to gripping her hips and pulling her toward him while he increased the pace. The idea of fucking her ass, possessing her in ways no man ever had or would . . . It was nearly too much.
“Faster,” Kennedy begged. “Harder.”
Sawyer gave her exactly what she requested, slamming into her over and over, faster, harder, until his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. And when her pussy tightened around him, he growled, unable to hold back. He came in a rush, harder than he had in her mouth earlier. All while thinking about all the wicked things he wanted to do to this woman.
chapter TWENTY
Sex with Sawyer was . . . incredible. So much so, that Kennedy had spent the better part of the week looking forward to every single second she could be with him. It was so amazing, Kennedy had found herself immersed in the man, spending as much time with him as she could when they weren’t working. They’d begun to alternate between staying at her house and staying at his. Regardless, they’d started including Buster in the plans, and Kennedy had even purchased him a bed for when they stayed over at her house.
Things had been going so smoothly in nearly every aspect of her life that Kennedy had begun to worry simply because everything was good. She wasn’t used to the seamless day-to-day—and night-to-night—and as of that morning, when she had walked into the vet office, something had begun to niggle at her to the point she was beginning to feel a little paranoid.
Okay, a lot paranoid.
As she flipped on the lights, she took a look around the office. Nothing looked out of place, everything right where they’d left it on Saturday night when they’d closed, but still . . . she couldn’t shake the feeling.
Half an hour later, when Jessie and Olivia arrived, Kennedy still felt odd, but she decided not to mention it, hoping the strange sensation would just go away on its own. She even managed to make it through the morning, and then the afternoon before the hair on the back of her neck stood on end and she knew she couldn’t ignore the feeling any longer.
Making her way out to the reception area, Kennedy looked around.
“Somethin’ wrong?” Jessie asked, pushing to her feet and looking in the same direction Kennedy was.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ve just had this strange feeling today.”
“Like what?” Jessie inquired as she moved around from behind the desk.
“I’m not sure.” Kennedy didn’t know what the feeling was, or if it was real or just something she’d conjured up in her head because of how well things were going. Whatever it was, it was becoming quite the annoyance. “Maybe it’s nothin’.”
“Or maybe it’s somethin’,” Jessie told her. “Don’t shrug it off. Maybe we should call someone? Your dad, maybe?”
“Maybe,” Kennedy said, although she had no idea what her father would be able to do.
Jessie, being Jessie, was on top of it, grabbing
the phone and dialing. A second later, Kennedy heard Jessie’s voice, but she wasn’t listening to what she was saying.
“He didn’t answer, but I left him a message,” Jessie said, drawing Kennedy’s attention. She realized the other woman was standing directly in front of her then, looking at her with worry etched across her pretty face. “Should I call Sawyer?”
Kennedy didn’t want to worry him, so she shook her head. “When’s my next appointment?” she asked.
“We’re done for the day,” Jessie told her and Kennedy peered up at the clock. Damn. It was already six.
“You should go ahead and go,” Kennedy told her, realizing that was why she hadn’t seen Olivia. Her assistant had mentioned cutting out a few minutes early to take care of something.
“I can wait,” Jessie told her, but then the bells over the door jingled and Kennedy whipped her head around to see . . . “Hey, Tim,” Jessie greeted the deputy. “Everything okay?”
Kennedy held her breath, praying that he wasn’t there to deliver bad news, but the look on his face told her that what he intended to say wasn’t going to make her smile.
“You got a minute?” Tim asked her, ignoring Jessie.
“Whatever you have to say, Jessie can hear,” Kennedy said as she got to her feet. “What’s up?”
She hoped she didn’t sound as panicked as she was, but the fact that her voice shook sort of gave it away.
“There’s been an incident,” Tim began, his eyes darting around the room as though he were looking to make sure no one else was listening.
“And . . .” Kennedy’s stomach began to churn.
“I think it’d be best if you just came with me,” Tim stated, his eyes landing on her face.
“Just tell me what the problem is,” Kennedy said a little hysterically.
Jessie moved beside her, placing a comforting hand on her arm. It was a nice gesture, but it didn’t help to calm Kennedy’s rioting nerves.
“There was a problem down at Moonshiners.”
“Is my father okay? Is Mack okay?” Kennedy asked immediately.
“Mack is fine,” Tim explained. “Your father . . . He’s being taken to the hospital.”
“Oh, my God!” Kennedy exclaimed.
“Go,” Jessie urged. “I’ll lock up here. And I’ll call Sawyer.”
“No need to call Sawyer,” Tim said, his eyes reflecting something that looked a lot like satisfaction. “He’s in lockup.”
“What?”
“Go, Kennedy. Tim can explain on the way. I’ll call Braydon. We’ll take care of it and I’ll call you.”
Kennedy nodded as she passed Jessie on her way to the front door. She didn’t bother with her purse, which was in her office, but she did check to make sure her cell phone was in her lab coat before she stepped outside. Tim led her around to the passenger side of his squad car and opened the door for her. Once she climbed inside, a renewed sense of anxiety hit her.
“Wait,” Kennedy said as Tim was lowering himself into the car. “I can drive myself.”
“You shouldn’t drive in this condition,” Tim explained as he hit the door locks.
Before she had a chance to argue, he was pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road through town. “What hospital is he at?”
Tim didn’t answer immediately and when he turned on one of the back roads, leading away from town, rather than toward it, Kennedy knew that something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
“HEY, MAN. WHAT’S up?” Sawyer asked after he punched the Talk button on the phone when Braydon’s number popped up.
“Where the fuck are you?” Braydon asked, his tone eerily calm.
“I just walked in my front door. Why?” Sawyer asked as he stopped inside the door.
“You haven’t been to Moonshiners?” Braydon asked.
“Not today, no. Why? What the fuck is going on, Braydon?”
“I . . . uh . . . Hell.”
Sawyer stood stone still in the middle of his living room waiting for Braydon to explain what the hell was going on.
“I take it you weren’t in jail, either?” Braydon asked, his voice even lower, more lethal than before.
“Jail? What the hell, man?”
“Shit. We need to . . . Holy fuck. I’ll be there in five.”
With that the phone disconnected and Sawyer simply stared at it. He felt as though he’d been knocked in the head and he had woken up to realize he didn’t have a clue where he was or what he was doing.
Five minutes felt more like five hours and Sawyer found himself in his front yard when Braydon’s big-ass truck pulled up. Jessie was in the passenger seat and as soon as Braydon came to a stop, she was out the door and running toward him.
“Tim came to the office,” she explained, a little out of breath. “He told Kennedy that her father was in the hospital and that you were in jail. I don’t know where they are.”
Sawyer could hardly breathe, his head spinning as he tried desperately to make sense of what she had just told him.
“You’re not in jail,” Jessie stated.
“Obviously,” Sawyer retorted. “What about Jeff? Is he okay?”
“I called Moonshiners. Mack sounds fine. There weren’t any issues at the bar.”
“Where’s Kennedy?” Sawyer asked, grabbing Jessie by the shoulders to settle her down.
“I don’t know. That’s what I’m telling you. She left with Tim when he told her he’d take her to the hospital. We thought you were in jail, so I was going to try to figure that out. I’m supposed to call her.”
“Did you?”
“She’s not answering,” Jessie said, nodding her head furiously.
As though it might make a difference, Sawyer grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialed Kennedy’s number. After four rings, it went to her voice mail, which meant her phone was on and not dead. A positive sign. Rather than leave a message, Sawyer hung up and dialed another number.
“Sheriff Endsley,” came the gruff voice on the other end of the line.
“We might have a problem. This is Sawyer.”
“What kind of problem?”
“It’s about Kennedy.” The silence on the other end of the line was deafening until Sawyer continued. “She was at the office when Tim showed up. He told her that you were in the hospital and I was in jail. He convinced her to go with him so he could take her to you.”
“Son of a bitch,” Jeff growled.
“Is there a way to see where his car is?” Sawyer asked, then looked at Braydon. “You call Gage. Have them figure out if they can trace her cell phone.”
Braydon nodded at the same time Jeff said, “I’ll see what I can do. Where are you?”
“At home. But I’m gettin’ in my car to see if I can find her.”
“Keep your phone on,” Jeff instructed.
“Yes, sir.”
Sawyer disconnected the call and looked at Jessie, nodding toward where Braydon had walked off. “When he gets off the phone, tell him to call me.”
“Okay,” she said, her eyes wide.
Sawyer jumped in his car, not sure where the hell he was going to go, but he damn sure wasn’t going to sit there and just wait for Kennedy to show up.
chapter TWENTY-ONE
“Where are we goin’, Tim?” Kennedy asked. Her initial fear once she realized that Tim wasn’t taking her to the hospital had morphed into anger and she was doing everything in her power not to reach over and punch him in the face.
It wasn’t easy.
“To talk,” he said gruffly.
“Just tell me this. Is my father okay?”
“He’s fine,” Tim said with a sigh. “He’s workin’, I’m sure.”
“I’m assumin’ Sawyer’s not in jail, either?”
Tim shook his head, confirming her suspicion.
“So why the dramatics?” she asked. The relief of knowing her father was okay still didn’t do much to settle her nerves.
“Because you wouldn’t t
alk to me otherwise.”
“I’m not sure this was the right way to handle it though,” she muttered.
“Probably not, but at least you’ll have to hear me out.”
“And if I don’t?” she retorted angrily.
“Then I’ll wait until you’re ready to listen. I’ve got all night.” When Tim reached for her hand, Kennedy pulled away, glaring at him. He pretended not to notice, keeping his eyes on the road, but she saw the frown that marred his usually complacent countenance.
Kennedy sat quietly for the next few minutes, trying to map out a plan. She felt in her pocket for her phone. She’d felt it vibrate several times, so she knew it was on. She hoped that because she didn’t answer it, Tim wouldn’t bother to try to take it from her. He wasn’t a bad guy, she knew that much. Whatever was going on with him had pushed him to drastic measures. And though she didn’t agree with his execution, she could understand that he wanted to talk.
He was a talker, always had been. He thought that if they could sit and chat, they could work through anything. Unfortunately, when it came to their relationship, it hadn’t worked that way.
And she didn’t see it playing out any differently today.
Fifteen minutes later, they were pulling into an alcove by the lake, a place they’d gone several times when they were dating. She wasn’t surprised in the least.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” she asked when he put the car in park and sat silently as he stared out the window.
A few long, painful minutes passed by before Tim shifted in his seat so that he was looking directly at her and Kennedy was tempted to burrow into the floorboard just so she didn’t have to look in his eyes. For such a quiet, calm man, there was an eerie desperation in his eyes. Something that she couldn’t decipher.
When he reached for her again, Kennedy knew which direction this was going to go and she wasn’t at all happy about it.
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