Page 29 of Ever After Between the Lines (Montgomery Ink Legacy)

Chapter Three

KATE

“I’m going to be late to work.”

Sawyer just grinned at me in that far too handsome way of his, and I had to press my thighs together.

I knew we were playing with fire. We had to steal these moments together as it was.

Between his long hours, thanks to his competitive artwork, and the Montgomerys, and my even longer hours, times where we could be with one another felt few and far between.

It was funny because when we had been hiding our relationship—for lack of a better word—it felt as if we had more time together.

But now, all our friends and family knew we were sleeping together, and everything seemed to ramp up.

Including my attraction to him.

I hadn’t meant to even be with Sawyer, let alone want him like this.

But I couldn’t hold back my desire for him. And the best part was that he was in the same boat.

Every time he looked at me, I felt as if I could melt in front of him.

Just like he was doing right now.

He stood in the doorway to my bedroom, jeans slung low on his hips with the button undone, and I swallowed hard. He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt after taking his morning shower, so I could stare at the long lines of his body as well as gaze upon the artwork covering his skin.

Like most tattoo artists, he had the ink to show for it. He had done some of his own ink on his nondominant side, but most of it was done by friends and fellow tattoo artists over time.

He told me he had a vision of what he wanted, and every single piece had his own flair to it, and I loved it. Every piece was him. And I had licked every single one of those pieces.

I blushed hard as Sawyer slid his hands out of his pockets and prowled toward me.

Honestly, I couldn’t think of another word other than prowled. He looked as if he were a large jungle cat, and I was prey in his path.

Only I did not want to run.

“I can be quick for you,” he murmured as he came forward, his lips brushing my jaw.

My lips quirked into a smile at that.

“You say that as if it’s a good thing.”

Sawyer slid his hands underneath my towel and covered my bare pussy.

“I can last all night. You know that. But I can get you off with just a flick of my fingers. You are so wet for me that my hand is soaked. Do I do that to you? You just look at me and you are already wet for me? Wet for me all night? Even though I needed to come four times last night? Is my Kate in desperate need for more? Am I not getting my Kate off enough?”

I leaned into his hold as he put his other hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer. “I’m pretty sure I still have beard burn on my thighs from your attention last night. And that doesn’t change the fact that we will be late if we don’t get to work.”

He slid his fingers between my folds, as if he were gently taking his time, not a care in the world.

And I couldn’t help the moan escaping my lips.

“Sawyer,” I whispered.

“That’s it. That’s my Kate. I want to see you come before we leave. I need to see you come. I want you to ride my hand, Kate. Ride it and tell me who owns this pussy.”

I rolled my eyes even as he slid one finger deep inside me. He felt so thick within me, even though his cock was wide and stretching every time, I was still swollen from the night before so even his finger felt invasive. But in the best ways.

“I own my own pussy, thank you very much.”

He grinned at me before spearing me with two more fingers. The movement sent the shocked breath out of me, and I gasped, arching my back. The towel fell, and my bare nipples pressed against his chest, hard little points of pressure.

“Who owns this pussy?” he growled, sliding in and out of me so quickly that the sounds of wetness filled the room.

“I do,” I teased, and he stopped moving, leaving me breathless.

“If that’s the case, then you don’t get to come. You get to be on edge all day, besides rubbing your legs together, your clit pulsating knowing that it misses me. Because this is my pussy, Kate. You know the rules. If you want my dick, you need to know who owns this cunt.”

A whimper escaped my lips as I tried to rotate my hips. He tugged on my hair, the sharp pain sending delicious vibrations down my spine.

“Bad girl. You don’t get to get yourself off. Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”

I smiled up at him, loving that he was like this. Sometimes we were soft and sweet. Other times he owned me. In any other moment, it would bother me to the point of hatred in any other point of my life, but not now. I wanted Sawyer to own me. In body and soul and just in this bedroom.

“You own my pussy,” I whispered, my cheeks heating.

He moved his hand from my hair and down to my ass, squeezing. Then he slid his finger around my puckered hole, teasing. “Say it like you mean it.”

“It’s yours,” I rasped. “All of me is yours. Just let me come. Please.”

“Because you begged so nicely.” And then Sawyer leaned forward and brushed his lips so gently against mine, tears almost pricked my eyes.

But I blew them away quickly as he moved his hand, rubbing the heel of his palm against my clit as he speared me with three fingers.

I went off like a rocket, my knees going weak as my orgasm slammed into me.

I didn’t have to fear for my safety as I fell because I knew Sawyer would catch me. That should have worried me. Because I couldn’t rely on him like this. Not when we both knew that we needed to talk about what this was. But in that moment, I couldn’t care.

Because Sawyer lifted me up into his arms, the strength of him breathtaking. And he slid me down over his cock. I stretched for him, his dick wide and long and everything that I craved.

With my back against the wall, he pushed into me inch by inch.

I’ve brushed his hair from his face as I moved my hands to grip his shoulders.

“Sawyer,” I whispered, tears once again threatening.

“That’s it, Kate. Take me.”

I nodded, and then leaned forward to take his lips because I couldn’t let him see my tears. Only, from the way that his eyes tightened, I knew he’d seen.

But I pushed that away as he moved, his cock sliding in and out of me with the slow progression as I rolled my hips on him.

We moved as one, as if we had been doing this for a lifetime rather than just these stolen moments. I didn’t know what I was to him other than the fact that I loved him. He always took care of me, always made sure I came first, and yet in this moment I didn’t know what the movement meant.

When he slid his hand between us, his thumb rubbing over my clit, I shattered once more, coming along his cock.

I wanted him to follow me, needed him to follow me. But instead he pulled out of me and moved me to my feet. My toes were still curled from my orgasm, so it took me a moment to realize what he wanted. Then I put my hands on my dresser, facing the mirror as he stood behind me, bracing myself.

“I want to see your face. Let me see your face.”

I nodded and arched for him as he slammed into me from behind.

He had one hand on my hip, keeping me steady as he pounded into me. And the other moved up my body, grasping my breasts, plucking at my nipples. He moved up to my throat, squeezing. I moaned into him, needing every inch. When I met his gaze, I fell.

I was in love with Sawyer.

But his eyes had blinked. And I couldn’t read him. He finally moved once more, shouting my name as he came, and I followed him, even as my heart pulsed.

Because Sawyer was pulling away. Not physically, not when he was still deep inside me. But in every other way.

Finally, before I could say anything to put a spark in a moment that we weren’t ready for, I bent over to get the towel that I had dropped before.

“We are going to be late, and I should shower. Thank you for the orgasms,” I said, my voice so falsely cheerful, that it made my teeth hurt.

Sawyer frowned before cupping my cheek. “One more shower? I promise to keep my dick away from you so we can make it to work.”

I nodded, that same too bright smile on my face. “Of course.”

He studied my face, as I did the same to him. Only I wasn’t sure what he saw, because I couldn’t figure out a damn thing on his mind.

I had already washed my hair, so I put a shower cap on as we quickly washed off the evidence of our lovemaking. Only I wasn’t sure I could call it that. Not when I didn’t know what he felt.

Sawyer turned toward me, soap in hand, and I once again looked at the shattered mirror tattooed over his heart.

Without thinking I traced along the edges, along the names etched on his heart.

I had asked him before, just joking at first, and then he closed up.

So when I slid my fingers over the evidence of his past once more, and he froze, I quickly pulled away and turned so he wouldn’t see my face.

I didn’t say anything, just like I knew he wouldn’t either.

When we finished showering, Sawyer kissed me on the cheek before leaving to change. I did my hair and makeup, telling myself I was making too big of a deal of the evening. Sawyer didn’t owe me his heart. Nor his secrets.

I knew that deep down.

And yet part of me, the softest part, needed it. I needed everything. I deserved it. And I hated even thinking about that.

I was nearly finished getting ready as Sawyer came up from behind me and moved my hair away from my neck. He placed a soft kiss along my skin, and shivers wracked me even as I choked back tears.

“Ready for this afternoon?”

I nodded, my eyes closed. “Yes. I can’t wait for my appointment.” I finally met his gaze in the mirror, my throat tight.

“I’m still annoyed that Nick is the one who gets to do your tattoo.”

“Because he’s going to help me design it. And I’ve been putting it off for two years.”

“Then I get you next.”

I rolled my eyes, my heart swelling. I knew I was thinking too hard about everything. We just needed to take things slow.

“We can do that.”