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Chapter Eighteen

Sawyer

“Damn, these ribs are fantastic.” Fitz was licking his fingers, and I was biting my tongue as I watched.

We’d left TJ at Cowpokes for his evening appointments, and Fitz had dropped me at the clubhouse to get my truck. I followed him to the open-air parking lot at the casino, and we went into the restaurant.

After we were seated at our table and ordered drinks, I stared at him, wondering why the hell he was spending time with me. It just didn’t make sense.

We didn’t speak until our server came to the table with a far-too-happy smile to take our order. I ordered a brisket sandwich, and he got the rib dinner.

“You wanna try this?” I offered Fitz half of my sandwich, and he took it, dipping it into the au jus and biting into it. He offered me a rib, but I declined.

Fitz swallowed and wiped his mouth, handing the sandwich back. “The brisket is damn good. I have a question for you.”

I wiped my mouth with the napkin and nodded. “Sure.”

The sexy man gave me a grin. “Will you spend the night with me? I’ll follow you back to yours, if you’d prefer. We don’t have to do anything more than talk. I think I’ve made it known that I enjoy your company. Would you consider—”

“Yes!” I took a deep breath to keep from doing anything stupid to scare him away.

Fitz cleared his throat. “Or maybe, since you live behind the clubhouse, you come to mine?”

“Are you sure you’re okay with it? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by invading your space.”

Fitz exhaled. “If you don’t wanna—”

“God, no. I wanna. I really wanna.”

We sounded like eager virgins, which had both of us laughing. I reached for the sexy man’s hand, wanting more than anything to feel Fitz next to me in bed—even if it was Aunt Janice’s bed. I’d do my best to forget her the minute his naked body touched mine.

“Okay, so we’ll meet at mine?” Fitz’s voice was deep. There was no way in hell I could ignore it. I was ready to melt into my boots.

I wanted the man to be mine, so I didn’t want him to see me as weak. Having Fitz’s respect was more important to me than anything I’d wanted in a long time.

“I’m happy to go to yours.”

I stared at him across the table. His salt-and-pepper hair with touches of dark blond had me mesmerized. I had to admit he was the most charming man I’d ever met.

“I’ll pay the bill and meet you at the cars. I’ll drive to yours. I have shit to do in the morning, so…”

For a moment, I thought he was worried about the idea of me going to his house, but he smirked. “I’ll stop at the store and pick up some eggs. I’m out.”

We walked to the parking lot, and I opened the door of his truck for him to get inside. When he stood next to the vehicle and pulled me in front of him, I was ready to fuck him in the parking lot.

I took a deep breath. “Do I need to pick up condoms or lube?”

Fitz chuckled. “Oh, you think you’re getting lucky? We’ll see what you bring to the table, prez.”

He was fucking gorgeous, sexy, and the man had a great sense of humor. I was up for the challenge.

I parked on the street outside the Windmill house while Fitz parked in the garage. The idea of spending time with the man had my dick at attention the entire ride from Red Rock. Since I’d met him, I’d been aching for him. I hoped I finally got to see the man completely naked.

I stepped out of my truck and walked onto the porch of the house where Fitz was unlocking the front door, a cloth grocery sack secured under his arm. “I think I left things pretty tidy.”

He opened the door and stuck his head in, making me laugh. “Trust me,” I said, “I’ve seen some pretty messy places.”

We stepped inside, and I closed the door behind us, flipping the dead bolt. I glanced around the living room, seeing everything was neat as a pin, as my mother always said. I turned to Fitz and chuckled as he adjusted a throw that he had along the back of the couch and placed the grocery bag on the cushions.

“You could have garbage stacked in here with a narrow trail to the kitchen, and I wouldn’t notice. You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and everything else pales in comparison.”

He shook his head. “I figured you were a bullshitter.”

He stepped closer and put a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer until his lips grazed mine. They were soft and inviting, though the soft hairs of his mustache tickled. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body into mine.

His arms circled my shoulders, and the sensation of his tongue brushing across my lips made me weak in the knees. I opened my mouth and my tongue began to tangle with his.

He guided me with him to the hallway, neither of us willing to break the kiss. His bedroom door was open, so we slowly shuffled into the room, tilting our heads to change the kiss without stopping.

I released his waist and began pulling his shirt from where it was neatly tucked into his Wranglers as he reached for my belt, pulling the end through the loops and opening the buckle.

Fitz pulled back. “This is taking too long. I’m going to go shove the eggs in the fridge and grab the condoms. Go ahead and get undressed. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded and sat on the side of the bed to slide off my boots. He’d added a nice chair and a small round table in the corner. There was a lamp, a hardcover book, and a pair of glasses resting as if he’d just finished reading and gotten up from the chair.

I pulled off my socks and tucked them into my boots, moving them to the side so nobody tripped. I removed my shirt, draping it over the chair before I stood to unbutton my Levi’s and slid them off, careful not to lose my wallet and change.

I sat on the side of the bed again, not feeling comfortable enough to drop my pants with him out of the room. I wasn’t thinking of some big reveal or anything. He’d touched my cock that night in the bed of the truck, but it had been dark.

I wasn’t usually nervous about someone seeing my junk for the first time, but I felt the butterflies turn to bats as I fretted over his thoughts on what I “brought to the table,” as he’d said at the restaurant.

What I didn’t expect was for Fitz to walk into the bedroom naked as a jaybird with the open box of condoms in his hand. “I took the cellophane off in the kitchen so we could avoid the struggle.” The smirk on his face was really fucking cute.

His cock was semi-hard, and damn nice looking. He wasn’t cut, a surprise to me, but the night we’d been together, he’d been rock hard when I touched him, and I was so wrapped up in his hands on me that I hadn’t paid attention.

Fitz put the condoms on the nightstand and stood in front of me with his cock at eye level. “You havin’ second thoughts?” He pointed to my briefs where the head of my hard-on was peeking out. “It’s easier if you take them off.”

I chuckled. “Ah, is that how it works?” I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the covered head of his cock and sliding my tongue under the foreskin. I swirled my tongue around the ridge a few times, feeling his dick grow hard and warm as the blood filled it. I released it and stood to shove my briefs to my feet and step out of them.

Fitz lifted his right hand and gently skimmed his fingers over the ink on the top of my right shoulder. “Do all of these have a sentimental story?” The sensation of the pads of his fingers sliding along my collarbone made me shudder as gooseflesh prickled my skin.

“To be honest, some of them I don’t remember. I got some of them while I was in the military on deployments around the world. There are a lot of different substances out there stronger than pot, trust me. The tattoo artists outside the US aren’t as ethical about clients being mostly sober when they get inked like artists inside the US.”

Fitz grinned. “Yeah, I’d bet.”

I took him in my arms and dropped the two of us on the bed on our sides. “What’s your preference? I’m a top. We don’t have to have intercourse if you’d rather not. I’m more than happy to wrap my mouth around that sexy cock.”

“I think things are gonna work out just fine for both of us. I’m partial to feeling a hard cock in my ass, and you’ve got a nice one. Full disclosure, I don’t mind doin’ the fuckin’ every now and again, but I’m fine without it if you don’t cotton to the idea.” Fitz opened the drawer of the bedside table, retrieving a bottle of lube.

I moved us to the pillows and took the bottle from his hand. I checked how much was in it, seeing it was about a quarter full, and I smirked. “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. I think we’ll use most of this tonight.”

Fitz laughed hard, but I silenced him with my tongue, lapping at the inside of his mouth. I was done talking.

He pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, flipping the cap on the lube and squeezing some into my palm. I reached around him and slid my slick fingers down his crack, circling his hole as I sat up and gently bit his nipples.

Fitz settled his forearms over my shoulders before cradling my head against his chest. He pulled the elastic band from my hair and ran his fingers through it, making my scalp prickle. “God, you light me on fire.”

I pushed the tip of my middle finger inside him, feeling his hole pulse around the intrusion. I kissed up his chest and neck to his ear. “You wanna ride me?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. This first time I’d like to control how fast you slide into me. You’re packing some heat, Sawyer, and I don’t wanna be out of the game after you pound me hard.”

I leaned forward and kissed his soft lips. “Anything you want, Fitz.”

I slid another finger inside him, and stroked his prostate, feeling his cock flex against my abs. My dick was under his ass as he rode my fingers. It took everything inside me not to blow at the sensation of his taint gliding over my aching prick.

“I’m ready,” Fitz gasped.

I removed my fingers and lifted him a bit, grabbing my dick to hold up for him. He slid down without hesitation, and I immediately felt at home.

I kissed his lips and reclined with my hands on his hips. “Ride ’em, cowboy.”

He cracked up. “Ironically stated. I do know how to ride a horse—just not a steel horse. Or maybe I do…”

Oh, fuck, did he…

The sexy man had strong legs, and he showed me things I’d never known—like how to properly ride a cock and take as much pleasure as he gave me.

My moans and groans were obscene at the sensations he elicited from my body. I wasn’t sure who was doing the fucking, but I knew I’d never felt anything like what he was doing to me.

“Fuck, Sawyer. I’m about to—”

“Come, baby.” I barely got the words out before he painted my abs with white cream. I filled the condom in his sexy ass at the same time, and when he collapsed onto my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. My dick was still hard inside him, flexing with the aftershocks.

“Don’t move yet, please. This feels too damn good.” Fitz kissed my neck and settled his head under my chin.

For a few minutes, we didn’t move. When I felt myself softening, I reached down and held onto the condom so I didn’t make a mess in his bed.

Fitz collapsed back, his eyes closed with a smile on his face. I stood to go to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I found a washcloth in the bathroom vanity and wet it after tying off the condom and tossing it into the trash.

I went into the bedroom, finding him asleep. I gently wiped him off before going back to the bathroom to clean myself.

Fitz hadn’t asked me to stay, and god knew I didn’t want to leave, but he was asleep and it was awfully presumptuous of me to climb in next to him.

I got dressed and went into the kitchen, looking around until I found paper and a pen to leave a note.

I let myself out the back door and climbed the fence to get out of the backyard. I smelled him on my skin, and no way was I going to shower when I got home. I wanted him even more, and I cursed myself for not pursuing him sooner.

If someone else caught his attention, I’d get Hobie or Ders to beat the stupid out of me. Fitz Morgan was everything I never thought I’d get, and I wasn’t about to fuck it up as I had before.

Pounding on my door was followed by my phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was a message from Fitz.

It’s me. We didn’t set a time to go to Mesquite, so I’m here. I brought donuts.

I grabbed my shorts from the floor and pulled them on, checking my pits because I hadn’t showered when I got home. My dreams had been of the sexy silver fox who’d rocked my world, and I was convinced it was because his scent surrounded me.

I hurried down the hall, opening the front door to find Fitz on my porch with Ders behind him. “Ders? Everything okay?”

“Wanted to make sure you wanted this guy to come here. You didn’t send a message or anything that you were expecting company.”

I chuckled. “Thanks, Mom. Babe, come on in.” I reached for Fitz, taking his empty hand to pull him inside before I closed the door in my vice president’s face, the nosy fucker.

I leaned into Fitz and ran my nose along his neck, taking in his fresh scent. My dick started to plump in my shorts, but I knew we had things to do, and I didn’t want it to take up his whole day.

“Mmmm. How are you?” I gently patted his ass, hearing his sexy deep laugh.

“Sawyer, you’ve got a fucking redwood in your pants.”

He kissed my lips and headed through the living room and into the kitchen, putting the donuts on the counter as I followed him, my gaze studying his sexy cheeks in those fucking Wrangler jeans again. My boner filled in eager salute to that magnificent ass.

When Fitz glanced over his shoulder at the tent in my shorts, he laughed. “The heart is willing, but the hole is puckered in fear.”

I joined him, cracking up. “Coffee?”

He nodded, so I walked over to the coffee maker and made a pot, turning around to lean against the counter as Fitz sat at the kitchen table.

“How’d you sleep?” My voice revealed the nerves building inside me.

“I’m sorry I passed out on you. It’s been a while since I was so supremely fucked, and at fifty, I’m not as resilient as I used to be. Why’d you leave?”

My cheeks heated. “You didn’t invite me to stay before you fell asleep. I didn’t want to assume.”

Fitz crossed his ankle over his knee, his boot-covered foot shaking. He sighed. “I’m out of practice with this, Sawyer. I really enjoy spending time with you, and I don’t like fucking around with hookups. If you think we have a chance to be anything together, I wanna take it. If you’re only in it to get off with an old guy, then let’s just be friends. I really like you, but I don’t wanna be alone for however much time I have left on God’s earth.”

Wow! The guy didn’t pussyfoot around, did he? “I’m gonna jump in the shower, and after, we can talk. Help yourself with anything you need, okay? Did Ders give you trouble?”

The sexy man smirked. “It wasn’t him. It was that skinny kid at the gate. He thought I was a cop. Do I still have that stink on me?”

I laughed, walking over to him and running my nose up his neck and taking a deep sniff. “I think you smell amazing.” I kissed his lips again before I hurried down the hallway and into the bathroom to shower.

I was fucking giddy like a kid with their first crush. Fuck, maybe it was? I’d never felt so light when I thought about dating a man or a woman. Hell, I’d never had been so excited to be with anyone as I was with Fitz.

Part of me kept saying I should take it slow, be cautious, not scare him off. The other part of me said, “Don’t fucking let him get away. Rain love and attention on him so he knows you’re into him for the long haul.”

With Fitz, I really thought I could be.

Once I finished my shower, I walked into my bedroom to find Fitz sitting against the headboard with his mile-long legs stretched out in front of him, his feet covered in navy socks with gold toes and his boots on the floor by the bed.

“You take a little cream in your coffee, right?” He held up a mug of energy fixed exactly the way I liked it.

“How the hell did you know?” I couldn’t remember ever drinking coffee in front of him.

“Your guard dog who walked me to the door mentioned it.” He winked at me, and I nearly melted as I dropped the towel around my waist.

I wanted to straddle him, kiss him, and let him know he’d never be neglected by me. He’d be loved and cherished for the rest of our lives.