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Chapter 41

McCoy

If she could bring a man back from the dead just to kill him all over again, she fucking would. Hell, she’d bring Olivier back and let Sawyer do the honors. Coy already knew she was meticulous from the way she’d held onto a wrecked car for a year just to watch it get rebuilt so that she could destroy it herself. Coy could only imagine what her girlfriend would do to Olivier if given the chance.

Deep breaths, she thought, holding Sawyer even closer in the bed. Patches had started pawing at the closed bedroom door a few minutes ago, but Coy couldn’t bring herself to get up and let her out. Not yet , she thought, her throat choking up again. She pressed a kiss to Sawyer’s forehead, swallowing down the swell of emotion. It broke her heart to know everything Sawyer had been through, how she’d pushed the majority of it down for so many years. It was no wonder she didn’t let many people in. Coy doubted even Bree knew all the facts; she couldn’t picture Sawyer telling her daughter that Olivier was a disgusting pig who couldn’t understand the difference between consent and coercion. And learning about Brian … tears blurred Coy’s vision. It would have been hard enough to get past something like that with a supportive partner, but having someone like Olivier must have been so much worse.

Coy’s cell vibrated on the nightstand, and she grabbed ahold of it before the noise woke Sawyer.

Bree: Please tell me Maman is with you. I’m downstairs. Came home to check because she never answered my calls and texts.

Coy cleared her throat, wiping away a tear that slipped out before replying.

Coy: Yeah. Sorry, forgot to message you back. She’s asleep atm.

Bree: Can I come up?

Coy: Of course.

Although Sawyer was dressed in another of her sleep shirts and drawstring pajama pants, Coy pulled the covers over her a bit more to give her privacy. They’d both been chilled after the episode in the rain, so when Coy brought them back to the house, getting naked wasn’t on the table.

There was a soft knock on the door, to which Patches let out a loud meow in response. Bree entered, allowing the annoyed cat the escape, and closed the door behind her. The younger woman took one look at Sawyer, draped halfway across Coy’s chest, and smiled sadly. “Good,” she whispered and padded across the room to them.

Coy was silent as Bree crawled into the bed beside her mother, cuddling close and resting a cheek on Sawyer’s shoulder. She reached for Coy’s hand. “I’m glad she has you.”

Another tear slipped out. Coy swallowed hard. “And I’m glad she has you .”

Bree really was Sawyer’s miracle, the only good thing to come from a life of misfortune. What would have happened if the doctors hadn’t caught her in time? Where would Sawyer be now?

Coy was glad she didn’t have to find out.

She woke an hour later with several messages waiting on her phone. Sawyer was still fast asleep, and Bree had left. There was an IM from Bree, and a sleepy smile appeared when she saw the picture of her and Sawyer. Bree must have taken it just before she snuck from the bedroom. Coy saved it to her phone and considered using it as her lock screen display but thought better about it. She wanted her first official picture with Sawyer to be a happy one. Swiping to her next message, Coy pulled up one from both Abi and her pops and, surprisingly, two from Sloane.

“Huh.” They were all old. Had they just come in?

Abi: Did you butt dial me at work again? Put the phone away while you’re knocking dents out.

That made Coy chuckle a little. If her friend only knew.

Pops: I towed the car to the scrapyard. Is Sawyer okay? Get back to me asap.

Coy quickly replied with her thanks and a vague update. Thankfully, Greg wasn’t someone who asked a lot of questions, and he didn’t this time. A minute later, a simple “Okie, love ya” was sent back.

Sloane: Are you okay?? I’m super anxious all of a sudden.

Sloane: Hello? I called your cell and the shop and no one is fucking answering.

Sloane: Fuck off with making me worry Coy. I’m not in the mood. Call me!

“Shit,” Coy’s chest grew tight as she fired off an apology to her sister. She’d never made her worry this long before. Ten minutes later, Sloane’s reply was less than ideal.

Sloane: Whatev. At least J.D. knows how to pick up the phone. He’s good at sending pictures too.

A spark of apprehension hit Coy. What did that mean?

Coy: Whatever he sent you, delete them. It’s no one’s business.

Sloane: You had me thinking you were dead earlier, because of her?? Told you she was crazy AF.

Coy’s throat went dry at those words. How dare she? Sloane didn’t know a damn thing about Sawyer. Her pulse began to pound in her ears, and her fingers shook as she punched out another text.

Coy: FUCK YOU SLOANE.

The moment the message was sent, Coy shut her phone off and set it back on the nightstand. She knew it’d only be a matter of time before Sloane hit her up with half a dozen more texts and phone calls. As much as she loved pissing Coy off, she hated Coy being upset with her even more. Not having the option to bicker or grovel would drive her nuts.

Good, she fucking deserves it. Some days, it was hard to believe they were identical twins. As years passed, Coy swore they became each other’s opposites.

A groggy moan left Sawyer, and moments later, she nuzzled her nose between Coy’s breasts. “Your heart is racing,” she said quietly, peering up at Coy. Weariness and fatigue dulled her resplendent gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Coy shook her head, bending to give her a sweet kiss. She sighed against Sawyer’s lips, the tightness in her chest fading the more she relaxed. “How are you?” she asked, pushing thoughts of Sloane away for the time being.

“Better, thank you.” Sawyer drew back, giving Coy an apologetic smile. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” Coy reluctantly let her go, aware she was in a weird mood, but at the same time, couldn’t seem to help it. She wasn’t a needy person by nature, but now that the initial shock of the afternoon had worn off, she felt vulnerable. Any other time, she’d be calling around to Frankie’s right about now.

Sawyer returned from the bathroom, dressed down to just a silk robe. She held her hand out, “Come join me in the bath, darling.”

Coy perked up at the use of her pet name. Sawyer only used it when she was feeling bold and in charge of her emotions. Scrambling off the bed, she slipped her hand into Sawyer’s. Her gaze roamed languorously over Sawyer’s backside as she was led into the luxurious bathroom. It was like something out of a fashion magazine, with a massive stand-up shower and jacuzzi soaker tub large enough for two or three people. The water was running, bubbles bubbling, and Sawyer had somehow made a bottle of white wine and two glasses appear out of thin air. Confused, Coy looked around the bathroom for a fridge.

“You were there for me today,” Sawyer whispered, her silken hands skimming Coy’s stomach underneath the sleeveless hoodie she wore. “I didn’t know you were what I needed, but there you were.”

“Always,” Coy promised, lifting her arms when Sawyer pulled off the hoodie.

“It’s my turn now to be what you need, darling.”

“Sawyer, it’s okay—”

“Shh.” Sawyer placed her finger over Coy’s parted lips. The skin around her eyes crinkled in thought. “I don’t want you turning to Frankie anymore. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be Domme material, but I can at least give you this.”

“Oh, you’re Domme material. Trust me,” Coy gushed, puckering her lips to kiss Sawyer’s finger.

“If that’s the case, then this is how things will go,” Sawyer said, reaching for Coy’s sports bra next. She pulled it over Coy’s head, dropping it to the floor beside them before starting on the button on Coy’s jeans. Her mouth found Coy’s shoulder, and her teeth grazed the skin as she pushed the jeans off her hips. “You’re going to do whatever I ask.”

Coy held her breath, glancing up at the ceiling. Did Sawyer truly want this, or was the pressure of payback at the forefront of her mind? The submissive in her wanted to follow through, no questions asked. Who was she to complain if Sawyer wanted to practice her dominance? They were both seeking comfort. Coy needed Sawyer’s strength, and Sawyer needed to regain her control. She just happened to be playing into Coy’s current emotional state. That was a good thing, right? That they could read each other so well?

It’s not like we’re doing a scene. Relax.

“What would you have me do?” Coy asked slowly as Sawyer helped her out of her boxers.

“Go pee since I know you must be bursting, and then get in the bath.”

Coy bowed her head. “Of course. Thank you.” She was bursting and quickly relieved herself before walking the few steps to the jacuzzi tub. As she sunk down into the hot water with all the bubbles, she hummed in appreciation. It wasn’t too often that she bothered with a bath, especially one as nice as this. “You’re spoiling me, sweetheart.”

The steam against her aching muscles felt glorious, and she leaned against the tub wall, watching lazily as Sawyer slipped out of the bathrobe. She stood facing Coy in all her glory, her wondrously tanned skin and faint white scar lines. Her breasts were perfect handfuls Coy yearned to cup, and the flare of her hips and slight pudge around her navel was proof of the life she’d created. Sawyer was perfectly imperfect, and Coy couldn’t imagine looking at anyone else, feeling this way about anyone else.

“I love you,” she blurted, her pulse quickening as Sawyer dipped one long leg in the tub and then the other.

Sawyer arched a brow, flicking a few droplets of water Coy’s way. “So you say, darling.”

Coy held back her grin, unsurprised by Sawyer’s deflection of her feelings. There would come a day when she would say them back, Coy was certain. But, if she was wrong, it didn’t really matter. Sawyer showed her love through touch, which Coy understood on a profound level, and by spending quality time with Coy and doing things like what she was doing now. Directing Coy simply because she knew Coy needed direction.

“First, I’m going to wash you.” Sawyer positioned herself behind Coy, and her breath hitched as the erotic sensation of Sawyer’s hard nipples pressed into her back. A blindfold appeared in front of Coy, and then Sawyer’s lips brushed her ear as she murmured, “While you wear this. Then I’m going to give you a shoulder massage, and afterwards, I’ll take you back to bed and fuck you. How does that sound?”

Coy whimpered, bobbing her head up and down. “Fuck yes. Oh, yes, please.” Goddess, she hadn’t realized how much she needed Sawyer to take control.

The blindfold went over her eyes, shielding her vision almost completely. Sawyer fastened it before dropping her hands away again. It wasn't the first time she’d been blindfolded, so she wasn’t so much apprehensive as she was excited. The anticipation of where fingers or kisses might land was such a turn-on for Coy that she was already wet with arousal.

“So patient,” Sawyer commented, the huskiness in her voice startling Coy. There was the sound of a seal breaking on the bottle, followed by the low gurgle of wine being poured. Seconds later, a sweet, heady aroma filled the air around Coy, and she inhaled deeply. “Do you like that?”

Coy licked her lips, nodding.

“Use your words, darling.”

Sawyer’s natural ability to dominate was one of the sexiest things about her, and it lit Coy’s body on fire. “Yes, Mist—” Fuck, they really needed to think of a unique pet name for this situation. “Sweetheart,” she finished as heat crept up her cheeks.

“Good catch.” The tip of the wine glass rested against Coy’s lips, Sawyer’s other hand at the nape of her neck. “Tilt your head back slowly, darling.”

As Coy did as instructed, Sawyer continued, a hint of resignation now in her voice. “Frankie was your mistress, and I’m not her. Please don’t make that slip up again.”

“Of course. I’m sorry,” Coy mumbled. She was hot, as if the temperature in the bathroom had gone up.

“Do you wish I was more like her?”

Coy shook her head so fast, her face knocked the wine glass. “No, sweetheart. You’re exactly what I need. The only one I want.”

“So you say.”

There was a smile to her tone now, of that Coy was certain. She grinned, pleased she’d given an acceptable answer. She heard the soft clink of the wine glass as Sawyer set it down on the tile and then the splash of water. Coy gasped when Sawyer’s hands landed on her thighs.

“Now comes the washing part,” Sawyer murmured, and Coy yelped when she nipped her shoulder. Sawyer’s low chuckle was possibly the most seductive thing Coy had ever heard. “Try to relax, darling.”

Relax, of course. She could do that. Coy was a master relaxer when there was a beautiful and very naked woman behind her. Naked, with breasts and nipples made for tongues and teeth …

“If you want to reach the part where I’m fucking you, I suggest you let me wash you first and quit trying to guide my hand to your pussy.”

A groan slipped out, but Coy pulled her hand away. Hell, she hadn’t even realized she’d tried taking control of the situation. That wasn’t like her.

“That’s more like it,” Sawyer crooned as Coy leaned back against her torso. It was an incredibly intimate feeling, cradled in Sawyer’s arms and nestled between her legs. As the washcloth slowly moved over her body, Coy’s thoughts drifted to earlier that day, to the last two days without Sawyer. The confusion and misery of being rejected.

“I didn’t like when you were avoiding me,” she admitted in a low voice. The washcloth paused, and Coy rushed to add, “After that night when I told you I loved you. And after I woke you from that nightmare. I can respect your space without you needing to ghost me altogether.”

It was silent in the bathroom for several heartbeats, and then the washcloth dipped into the water again. “You’re right. I’m sorry, darling.” Sawyer gave Coy’s hand a light squeeze. “I’ll do better next time.”

“Thank you.”

Sawyer continued washing her, announcing a few minutes later that they were done and to scoot ahead. Coy did as she was told, groaning in pleasure as Sawyer’s hands kneaded her shoulders. By the time they left the tub, her muscles were looser, and she was deliciously content.

“Are you comfortable keeping the blindfold on?”

“Oh, yes, thank you.” Coy nodded, a silly grin forming when Sawyer walked them naked back to her bed. The moment the backs of her legs touched the mattress, Sawyer’s mouth was on hers. Coy moaned into her parted lips, her nipples hardening with the languid swipe of Sawyer’s tongue.

Oh, goddess.

She was everywhere, the taste and smell of the wine mixed with Sawyer’s scented soaps and body oil making Coy lightheaded. Her skin felt tight, and her clit ached with the kind of urgency only a great orgasm could satiate.

“You’re mine,” Sawyer husked, capturing Coy’s bottom lip gently between her teeth. She tugged, and another burst of arousal coursed through Coy.

“Yes.”

“You’re mine to toy with, to use, correct?”

Sawyer’s hand wrapped around Coy’s throat, and she gasped. “Y-yes, sweetheart. I trust you.”

“Good, darling.” With her hand still partially blocking Coy’s airway, Sawyer gave her a slight push so that she fell on the bed. “Get on the bed for me with your back touching the headboard. I want to see you.”

Coy did as she was told, fumbling a little as she scooted further onto the mattress. She felt around for the pillows, nestling in between them before leaning against the headboard. The room was silent, save for the consistent pattering of raindrops hitting the large bay window. Coy strained to hear Sawyer, wondering where she was and what she was doing. Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips.

The bed dipped, and Coy started at the husky voice close to her ear. Shivers raced down her spine. “I knew the bandanas you leave around my house would come in handy,”

Coy barely had time to register what she meant before Sawyer was pinning one of her wrists to the headboard. She sucked in a breath as Sawyer secured first one wrist and then the other with fabric.

“Is that too tight?”

Coy shook her head, squirming on the bed as another wave of arousal hit her. “No, I like it.”

“Excellent.”

Sawyer was so close, close enough to touch, to have her kiss Coy again, but when Coy turned her head and puckered her lips, soft laughter rang out.

“Eager, are we, darling? Test the restraints. See if you can reach me.”

Coy pulled, but just hard enough to know she could get free if she wanted to, and let out a little whine. “Sawyer, I need you.”

“Mm-hmm, I can see that.”

Coy gasped as Sawyer’s warm hands landed on her thighs. She spread them apart, scraping her nails along the sensitive skin.

“ Mon dieu, Chérie . Is this all for me?” Sawyer husked, and Coy groaned as a long finger slid into her drenched pussy.

“Fuck,” she hissed, bucking her hips, searching for more, but Sawyer was already retreating. “Yes. I need more, please.”

Sawyer tsked, “Not so fast. You’ll come at my pace, darling, or not at all. Would you like that? For me to tease and tease, only for you not to come in the end?”

“No,” Coy choked, and an image of her horny and uncomfortable all night flashed through her mind. She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to stave off some of the building tension. Her clit throbbed in response.

“I have a better idea.” Sawyer’s finger appeared against Coy’s closed mouth, demanding entrance. Coy opened, and she dipped her finger in. “But first, clean up this mess you made.”

Oh, my fucking goddess . Coy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she closed her lips over Sawyer’s finger, sucking her juices off with a lustful fervor.

“ Calisse , darling, your tongue feels like silk against my skin,” Sawyer whispered, so close to Coy’s ear that the warmth of her breath caused an uncontrollable shudder to pass through her. “Lie down flat on the bed. Can you do that, restrained as you are?”

“Yes.” Coy felt the bed shift again as Sawyer stood up. She took a deep breath, savoring the lingering scents surrounding Sawyer, before shimmying down further on the mattress. The position change tightened the restraints, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Your biceps are delicious. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you tied up? At my mercy? I’ve dreamt of it.”

Coy whimpered, thrusting her pelvis up, silently pleading for Sawyer to fuck her. Still, Sawyer wasn’t having it. She was enjoying this, taking control, basking in Coy’s attention. A person didn’t restrain someone to their bed if a part of them didn’t also get off on it.

The mattress dipped again. Coy held her breath, waiting, eager as all hell for Sawyer to take her in her mouth. She was pleasantly surprised, however, when Sawyer straddled Coy’s torso instead. “I’ve been researching ways women pleasure each other,” Sawyer murmured, scratching her nails down Coy’s arms and making her shiver again. “Tell me, darling. Is the idea of me sitting on your face pleasing to you?”

“Fuck, yes,” Coy ground out, sucking in a sharp breath when Sawyer tweaked her nipples. She panted. “Please, sweetheart, I’m desperate for you.”

Another tweak to her nipples, and then Sawyer sucked one into her mouth. Coy gasped, every single one of her nerve endings coming alive under the blindfold. Everything was so much more when she couldn’t rely on her sight and touch. She was practically vibrating by the time Sawyer’s thighs slid under her restrained arms and her pussy brushed her parted lips. Coy’s tongue darted out, her own sex clenching as she got her first taste of Sawyer that night. Utter bliss .

“That’s it, darling.” Sawyer was breathless as Coy licked and sucked, and then Sawyer’s fingers were sinking into Coy’s hair to unravel the tangled braid. “God, yes.”

Coy grinned, gasping again when Sawyer pulled her hair. Sexual tension coursed through her, its buildup almost to its peak. She took a deep breath to calm herself, knowing she couldn’t come just yet. Some of Sawyer’s arousal trickled down her cheek, but Coy didn’t slow. She alternated between thorough licks and gentle sucks on Sawyer’s clit, twirling her tongue around the swollen bud like it was a tasty morsel she wanted to savor.

“M-McCoy, oh. It’s coming. I-I can’t—” Sawyer jerked slightly away, her breaths sounding ragged from where Coy lay underneath her.

“You can,” Coy encouraged, turning her head to nuzzle Sawyer’s leg. “You’re in control here, not me, sweetheart. Just let your body relax and trust that I’ll catch you.”

“I do. I trust you, darling.” Sawyer’s voice still held a higher note, but seconds later, the addicting scent of her pussy was once again filling Coy’s nostrils. Coy inhaled her deeply, craning her face up, searching for its source.

“Sawyer, please .”

Coy audibly groaned when Sawyer’s sopping lips met her waiting tongue again. Yes, fuck me, yes . To be used solely for Sawyer’s pleasure; it was everything she wanted. The only thing she needed.

“Take me in your mouth again.”

Sawyer’s low command was like gasoline thrown on an already raging inferno, shooting spirals of pleasure straight to Coy’s clit. She bucked in response, clamping her legs closed once more. Sweat broke out on her forehead, but she ignored it, instead concentrating on the way her tongue slow-danced around Sawyer’s swollen bundle of nerves. Next, she gently sucked the delicious bud into her mouth. She repeated the action, swirling and sucking, with the occasional languid stroke of her tongue along the length of Sawyer’s pussy.

“Ugh, oui. J’ai besoin de toi. ” Sawyer’s pitch escalated the closer she came to release, and so did her French. Her voice alone was enough to soon send Coy soaring over the edge, and she let out a garbled moan when Sawyer gripped her hair and rode her face. Sawyer’s clit spasmed against Coy’s tongue seconds before her thighs began to shake as she came. “ Mon dieu , McCoy!”

Coy lapped up Sawyer’s essence, unable to hold back her grin. Hearing Sawyer scream her name in the midst of an orgasm was officially her favorite sound ever.