Sarah’s quiet on the way to the airport. I squeeze her leg. “Are you doing okay?”
An evening storm had broken the humidity that seemed to always hover this time of year. It’s almost chilly without it. She pulls her black sweater tighter around herself and looks at me. “You’re coming home with me tomorrow.”
I agree. “I am.”
A sleepy smile breaks across her face. “I still can’t believe it.”
I can’t either. I think I’ll wake up scared that this has all been a vivid dream.
She keeps going. “It will feel more real when Sawyer meets you.”
I groan. “Am I going to have to pass some secret test?”
She laughs. “No, no test. You’re in.”
When we get to the airport, we have to go from the arrival gate straight to baggage claim when we see her flight landed early. One minute, I’m holding Sarah’s hand, the next she’s running full speed to a girl with pink hair. Pink hair? My mom is going to flip and not in a good way. I walk over to them and hold out my hand to someone I can only assume is Sawyer.
She pushes it away and hugs me instead. She’s short so she’s hugging my waist. I pat her back as I chew on the side of my lip. When I look away, Sarah starts laughing. My eyes flick to hers, and she sticks her tongue out at me. I am in charge of luggage and follow them to my car. It feels good when I hear Sawyer tell her she’s never seen her look this happy. I did that, me. The ride to my house gets awkward when she asks why I didn’t follow Sarah to New Jersey.
“I did.”
Sarah’s mouth drops. “What?”
“I was a wreck after you left. My dad almost canceled the trip to Italy, but my mom talked him out of it. I barely remember the trip. I was in this fog of worrying about what happened to you. You just disappeared and Brian wouldn’t tell me right away where you went. I didn’t even know you went to your uncle’s until after I got back. The day I found out, I drove up there. I had to stop and stay in a shitty motel on the way ‘cause there was construction happening on some bridge and it took forever to get over it.
I just couldn’t wait to see you, to hold you, to bring you back with me. I didn’t know why you left, but I knew I could get you to come back. When I got to your uncle’s place, no one was home. I just sat in my car and waited for like two hours. I was just thinking about driving to get some food when I saw you pull up with some guy in a truck.” I pause, trying not to think about how it felt to see her with someone else. “You were laughing. You both got out of the truck and walked around to the back to take out a giant stuffed monkey.”
Sawyer gasps, and I stop.
Sarah looks at me, putting her hand on my leg. “Jake and I were never together, Will. I was helping him find a silly present for Sawyer that day. He was her boyfriend at the time.”
“I still have that monkey,” Sawyer grumbles from the back seat.
That means, all this time… “When I saw you together, how happy you looked. I thought, I just figured you had moved on.”
She shakes her head.
“She never moved on,” Sawyer adds from the back seat.
“Sawyer!”
“What? It’s the truth. You buried yourself in school and then your business, half-heartedly dated when I forced you to, but you never moved on.”
I park in front of my house and take her face in my hands. “I never moved on either.”
I lean forward and kiss her, not stopping until we hear Sawyer clear her throat from the backseat.
“Will.”
I meet her eyes through the rear view mirror. “Yeah.”
“I know people. You ever, even unintentionally hurt Sarah and there will be no place you can hide from me.”
Sarah flips around to face her. “Holy shit, Sawyer.”
I think she’s growing on me. “Thank you for taking care of my girl. All I plan to do is spend the rest of my life making her smile.”
Sawyer looks at her. “Okay, I approve.”
They wait outside while I take her bags in. My mom is already asleep. I really hope she doesn’t freak out on Sawyer tomorrow. I double check the fridge, a list of important numbers and the spare room before I go back outside. Sarah and Sawyer hug again, and I give her my keys. Mr. and Mrs. M are going to drive my car back over tomorrow so Sawyer can use it while she’s helping out with my mom.
Mrs. M promised to check in on her and show her where stuff was around town. Sarah isn’t too worried. Sawyer used to do a lot of traveling and didn’t always have a plan when she got places. She was flexible like that.
We crash when we get to her parents’ house. I vaguely remember her taking off her clothes in front of me but figure that was a dream. I do remember her being a punk brat after her shower. I spend most of mine plotting my revenge. When I go downstairs for breakfast. I head outside to their back deck to call Sawyer first.
She answers right away. “Whadup?”
“Hi, Sawyer. It’s Will. Just calling to see how the morning went.”
“So your mom breaks out Italian when she’s pissed?”
She does? “Other than that trip to Italy, I haven’t heard her speak Italian unless she’s on the phone, but she doesn’t talk on the phone that much. Why what happened?”
“I’m the pink devil, which between you and me, might just be the coolest thing someone has ever called me in another language. I’m thinking of having t-shirts made.”
“I’m confused. So she called you that in Italian?” I scratch the back of my neck.
“Yes, that and a, well, I’m actually not going to say the other thing. I’m kinda surprised at her.” I hear her cover the phone and say something off to the side. “Aren’t you lucky I’m not telling Will what you said? Might make him blush.”
Now I don’t know if I want to know what my mom is saying or not.
Sawyer returns to talking to me. “Either way, don’t you worry about us. I’m sure we’re going to be braiding each other’s hair in no time, right potty mouth?”
My mom must be sitting near her because I know that last part wasn’t for me. She just called my mother a potty mouth, to her face. That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.
Sarah sees me laughing as I walk back in. “What happened?”
“I didn’t know your friend spoke Italian. I feel bad for laughing, but after my mom called her a bunch of names thinking she wouldn’t understand, Sawyer told her off. In Italian.” I shake my head. “Man, I wish I saw it.”
“Are they going to be okay? That doesn’t seem like a good start,” her mom asks.
“Nah, they’ll be fine. I think Sawyer might be just what my mom needs.”
We hang out with the family until it’s time to head to the airport. Mrs. M takes us, giving me an extra squeeze before we leave and making me promise to bring her girl home. Sarah does a double take when we print our boarding passes and she sees we’re now sitting in first class. When Sawyer booked my ticket she couldn’t swing two seats next to each other in coach so she upgraded Sarah’s seat and bought me the one next to it.
I glance over at Sarah as she fastens her lap belt. Our reconnection, our second chance, all started on a plane less than a week ago. Turning around to see the girl who haunted me the last seven years was the last thing I ever expected, and now to be going home with her is crazy.
The flight is direct. We could have watched a show or a movie, but instead we just hold hands and talk. Sarah talks a lot about her job. She’s nervous, but it helps her to be able to go through the possible scenarios out loud. Somehow it calms her, talking about it to me. I run my thumb back and forth across the top of her hand. Can’t lie, I don’t understand everything she is saying, but I’m riveted. She could read the phone book to me, and I’d still be hooked. She just looks at me with her beautiful, expressive chocolate eyes. You can tell she loves what she does, and it’s infectious.
After we land and have our bags, she leads the way to the parking deck. I have a laugh when I see Sawyer’s car.
Little, pink-haired Sawyer drives a Hummer. If she was a dude, I’d wonder if she was compensating. I hitch a brow at Sarah.
She shrugs. “She figures if she gets in an accident, she’ll just drive over the other car.”
“What is her deal?” I ask, putting our bags in the back.
“She never told me the whole story, but she doesn’t seem to worry about money. It’s not something she ever talks about.”
It’s a trip, watching Sarah drive this big ass Hummer. Can’t lie, it’s kinda hot. She points out stuff along the way. I’m doing my best to avoid her noticing my attention is mainly on her legs. When we get to her condo, she takes the smaller, carryon bags and carries them up the flight of stairs that leads to her front door. I don’t even notice the weight of our checked bags. My eyes are locked on her ass. Once we’re in, the bags are piled off to the side, and I pin her to the back of the door, my lips on her neck.
“Well, hello,” she sighs.
“Hey.” My hands move to the hem of her dress.
“I have a bed, you know.”
“Here’s good,” I say, unbuttoning my shorts.
Her eyes glaze over. I push the fabric of her panties to the side and lift her onto me. Her legs wrap around my waist, her hands on my shoulders. We’re nose to nose, eyes locked as I pump in and out of her. Her mouth drops open, and as much as I want to kiss her, I don’t want to stop looking at her. She is so beautiful. Like liquid, she floats over me and fills my every imperfection. To watch her, really watch her, when I’m inside her makes me feel invincible.
When her nails dig into my shoulders and her breath comes out in little pants, I know she’s close. Her eyes melt into mine. I tighten my grip on her and buck into her. I feel crazy, needing her like this and partly stupid for not taking her to bed and savoring every inch of her. There’s time for that. Right now, though, I need her fast and hard. She throws her head back and bangs it on the door. I have a split second of wondering if that hurt before the way her body tightens around me sends me crashing over as well.
After a moment of just looking at each other as we catch our breath, I shift her weight and reach up to rub the back of her head. “How’s your head?”
She blushes. “Shut up.”
I laugh and nip at her bottom lip. “I’m being serious. That sounded like it hurt.”
She lifts one hand from my shoulders and gingerly touches her head a couple inches below where my hand is. “I barely felt it at the time. Hurts a little now, though,” she admits.
I turn around, moving my hands to grip her as I walk her over to the sofa. I ease out of her as I lower her to the cushions and reach down to fix her clothes. “You sit, doctor’s orders,” I joke when she tries to get up.
Her kitchen opens onto the living room. I fix my shorts on the way and dig around her freezer and find an icepack. By the time I get back to her, she’s lying on her back, a pillow under her head. I slip my hand under her neck and lift her head enough to slip the ice pack under it.
“Is this necessary?” she pouts.
I lean down and kiss her, taking my time, pulling back only when I taste her desire to argue disappear. “Yes, ma’am. I need you all healed up for what I’m planning on doing to you tonight.”
Her mouth drops, and she nods. The living room has a big picture window with a decent view of some far off mountains. Her place is simple but comfortable. It feels lived in.
I walk back over to our bags. “Which way is your room?”
She points to the left. I have our big bags. I pass a half bath before I get to her room. It’s a good size. She has a queen sized bed with a black and white printed comforter and a padded green headboard. That’ll come in handy; I laugh to myself thinking of Sarah and her icepack on the sofa. There are nightstands on either side of the bed. One clearly more used than the other. I set my bags on the side opposite of it.
She has a full bath, with a soaker tub off her room. I make a mental note of the things we can do in that tub before going back to check on her. I smirk when I see she has her phone.
“I only got up for a minute,” she blushes.
“I could’ve gotten it for you,” I say, picking up her feet and setting them in my lap as I sit down.
“I just wanted to text everyone that we made it safe and sound. No head wounds mentioned.”
I chew on the corner of my lip and reach out to stroke her arm. “How does it feel?”
“Cold,” she giggles.
I make a face, and she sticks out her tongue, lifting her head and pulling the ice pack off the pillow. “I don’t think I really need this.”
I move her legs and stand up, leaning over to kiss her as I take the pack from her. “Can I get you something from the kitchen?” I ask over my shoulder as I walk to the fridge.
“I’d love something to drink. I’m not sure what we have so surprise me. Please.”
There are some bottles of flavored water. I grab one for each of us and head back. I grab two different flavors, figuring she can just pick whichever she likes best and I’ll drink the other. She turns on her side, remote in hand and flipping through the channels. She smiles up at me and tilts her head behind her. The sofa is deep, plenty of room for me to lay with her. I put our drinks on the wooden side table and kick off my shoes before she turns onto her back. I stretch out on top of her, then shift my weight so I’m lying next to her. She follows me, turning to face me.
“Hey,” I say pushing her hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear.
“You are really here.”
I ham it up, looking around before smiling at her and leaning in to give her a kiss.
“I don’t want to go to work tomorrow,” she pouts.
I grin.
She smirks at me and half pushes at my chest. “But I have to. Wanna come in with me? You can see where I work and meet everyone.”
“Sure. I can help out if you want me to.”
Her eyes twinkle. “Free labor?”
I pull her tighter to me, cupping her ass. “I’m good with my hands.”
Her lips find mine, her arms wrapping around my neck. Slowly, lazily, I slide my tongue across her lower lip and into her mouth. Our impromptu make out becomes punctuated with droopy eyes and contagious yawns. She drifts first, her face tucked under my chin, my arms securely around her.
The sensation of her slipping away is what wakes me. I blink open my eyes and it takes me a moment to place my surroundings. I watch Sarah’s figure retreat into the kitchen, imagining pulling that sundress off of her later tonight. I’m sitting up when she walks back in.
She cocks her head to the side. “I don’t really feeling like cooking tonight. How does Chinese sound?”
I grab her hand and pull her into my lap, burying my face in her neck and nipping at it. “You sound better.”
“Will.” She tries to sound serious, but her giggles ruin it.
“Yes, love?” I breathe against her neck.
She tilts my head up and kisses me sweetly before pulling back. “Sooner we eat, sooner we can go to bed.”
And she does not mean for sleep. We end up ordering a couple chicken dishes and a beef one to share. She picks out a movie, and once the food comes, we camp out around the coffee table.
“When’d you learn how to use chopsticks?” I ask, nodding at her hand.
“Sawyer taught me. I can teach you if you’d like.”
She goes right into my first lesson, leaning over me from behind, her hand positioning mine. I manage to pick up bigger pieces with the sticks. Rice is not as easy. She laughs at me when I go back to using my fork. After we clean up and put the leftovers in the fridge, Sarah pulls me toward her room.
She walks backward toward her bed, pulling her dress off over her head. My mouth waters just looking at her. I follow her, tugging my shirt off and unbuckling my belt as I approach her. She slips her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. I step out of my shorts as I watch it fall to the ground. She reaches out to me, pulling me
toward her, and we tumble backwards onto her bed. She pushes me down and moves on top of me. My hands lift to stroke and cup her. She leans forward to kiss me. I hold her there, one hand moving to the back of her neck, the other sliding down to hold her hip.
She moves lower, kissing her way down my neck, across my chest, over my stomach. She pulls my boxers down and slips off her panties. I lift my head and watch her take me in her hands. Seeing my cock in her hands only makes me harder. She locks eyes with me as her grip tightens, and she slowly strokes me. When her other hand reaches down to grasp my balls, I can’t take it anymore.
I flip her on to her back and cover her. “My turn.”
She stretches like a cat beneath me, arching her back until her breasts brush against my chest. I drop my head to taste her lips. She tries in vain to pull my hips down to her. I make my way down her body. I kiss and pull her peak between my teeth, rubbing my tongue over its tip as my hand drops lower to caress her. I love the way her body reacts to my touch, the way her hips buck and her nails bite into my scalp.
“I want you,” she moans, rocking against my hand.
I move my hand to her hip and turn her. She helps me, flipping over onto her stomach. I move behind her, lifting her up. She pushes against me, and I thrust into her.
She gasps.
“Did that hurt?” I ask, pausing.
“Don’t stop. That feels really good.”
God, it feels deep like this, and her ass. Fuck it looks amazing. I grip her hips tightly as I pound her. I think I’m going to lose my mind when she begs me to go harder and faster. I lean over her, holding myself up with one hand and reach around to rub her clit with my other. I’m gone the second she cries out and starts pulsing around me. Holy shit.
We collapse together. I’m scared I’m squishing her, but fuck, I need a second to catch my breath before I even think about moving. She turns her head and finds my lips. I inch off her and pull her into my arms so she’s facing me. I don’t think she gets how much power she has over me.
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