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SAWYER

“Answer me this…”

Anton raises an eyebrow, the fire in his ice-blue eyes burning bright. I can see every bit of impishness in him bubbling under the surface, and there is a part of me that wants to give in to it.

A big part.

“Anything.”

“Have you ever had sex in this room?”

I hold my breath, waiting on an answer. It won’t change what we’re about to do—I want him too badly to deny myself what I know will be insanely hot simply because he’s experienced this with someone else. I just want to know what I’m up against.

A smirk tugs on his lips, making my tummy flip and skin tingle. “You cannot imagine the fantasies my teenage self had about sneaking a girl into this room. But the only things that ever went down in here involved me and my right hand.”

I laugh, loving his honesty. “Good to know.”

“No, I take that back. I tried the left hand a couple of times. Full disclosure. ”

Oh, goodness…only Anton…

“And how did that work out for you?” I quip.

“Got the job done. Certainly not my strength, but God forbid my right hand is ever incapacitated, I will not be left high and dry.”

I toss my head back, laughter erupting from my chest. Nerdy Anton might be my favorite, but this silly version is pretty good too. Especially when it’s just the two of us. He has a way of making me laugh unlike anyone else, pulling the reaction out of me as easily as one remembers to breathe.

“Hate for you to be left high and dry.” I shift my weight, pressing my hips across his front, making as much contact as I can.

Anton’s hands tighten in my hair as he groans, the tug against my scalp a sharp contrast to the tingle settling in my belly. The idea of living out one of his teenage fantasies sends a rush through me, the little hairs on my arm standing up, giving me a confidence I didn’t realize was in me.

The knowledge that he’s never done it with anyone else is even more exhilarating.

“Tell me,” I say, my voice coming out raspy and hoarse.

“What do you want to know?”

Releasing my hair, he slides his hand to my cheek, cradling it in his calloused hand, skimming a thumb across the skin. A shiver runs down my spine and I lean into him, inhaling his unique scent.

“Tell me,” I repeat, “what teenage Anton used to sit up here and fantasize about.”

This time, the shiver rips through Anton, and he visibly fights it, swallowing hard, his eyes turning a shade darker. Inhaling hard, only to exhale even harder, he leads me over to the bed, positioning me between his legs as he sits, his hands on my towel-covered hips .

“I imagined sneaking her up the stairs, the two of us in a fit of giggles, sure we were going to be caught. But that once we made it in here, behind that closed door, all bets were off. Then she was mine.” He pauses, taking another long, deep breath, looking up at me and holding on to me with his eyes in a way that I feel all the way down to my toes.

“Mine to do with as I pleased. To worship every inch of her.”

My insides swoon, my lust taking over at the thought of him doing exactly that.

“That’s what you thought about?”

“Sawyer, as a teenage boy, the idea of having a naked girl in my room meant that I got to play with said naked girl.” He tightens his grip on my hips, pulling me closer.

“I’ve learned a thing or three since then, so it probably looks a little different now than it would have at seventeen—it won’t just be all about her boobs now—but, yeah, I still wanna play with a naked girl in my childhood bedroom. ”

“You didn’t want to fuck her?”

“Did I say that? At what point did I mention not wanting to fuck the beautiful creature I snuck into my room?”

“Well, you omitted it.”

“Nope,” he replies, running a hand up the inside of my thigh, underneath the towel. My breath hitches as he closes in on my pussy, the anticipation of his touch growing by the millimeter. “Just hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

His hand stops, right at the apex of my thigh, brushing against my wetness ever so lightly. Just enough to tease. More than enough to drive me crazy.

“Because I absolutely imagined fucking her,” he continues, his voice deep and husky. “Burying my cock in her, making her want to cry out, even though she can’t, because then we might get caught.”

Anton wiggles his fingers, toying with me. I gasp, my knees wobbling from the sensation. A borderline evil chuckle ripples over his lips, his fingers moving again, this time fluttering over my clit. I squeak, unable to control myself.

“Shhh, Sawyer, we don’t want to get caught,” he taunts, slipping a finger inside me. I moan, my knees fully giving out this time, so my body relies on Anton’s hold of my hips to keep me upright. “Shhhhh, Sawyer…be a good girl now…”

Oh, fuck me…

“Anton…”

He doesn’t answer, at least not verbally.

Instead, he moves his thumb to my clit and slips a second finger inside me, leisurely finding the perfect rhythm for his attention.

I throw my head back, grasping onto his shoulders, giving in to him.

To everything he’s making me feel. Yet, somehow it’s not enough.

Letting go of him for a second, I undo my towel, letting it drop.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he growls.

“Now that you got a naked girl in your bedroom, is it everything you hoped for?” I ask, all breathy and wanton.

“Better than anything I’ve ever imagined…”

In a flash, Anton yanks me into him, rolling us onto the bed so I’m on my back, and he’s over me, kissing his way down my body.

Hot, wet, open-mouth kisses brand my skin as he moves south, stopping to lave my breasts, paying special attention to all the sweet spots he’s learned over the last few weeks.

I’m on fire, ready to combust, each new touch fanning the flames even more.

Then he throws gasoline at the inferno.

His tongue finds my clit like an arrow to a bullseye, and it’s a wonder that I don’t let out a scream.

Instant pleasure rolls through me, sending me soaring.

Fireworks explode from every angle, taking over my vision, my limbs going numb.

Anton doesn’t let up though, seeing me through my entire orgasm and then some.

And it’s still not enough.

I need more.

I need him.

Reaching down, I claw at his shoulders, trying to get a hold on him, but my fingers work against me, the cotton of his T-shirt somehow just out of my grasp. Anton laughs, placing a kiss on the inside of each thigh, looking up at me, his eyes sparkling and full of mischief.

“Need something, beautiful?”

“You,” I demand. “Now.”

“Oh?”

A devilish smile takes over, his smooth transition from between my thighs to sitting back on his haunches and reaching behind his head to remove his tee hypnotizing me.

His farmer’s tan on full display, he looks just as sexy as he did that first day I saw him at the roadside stand.

No, I take that back. He’s sexier now. Because I know him. The real him.

“Yes.”

“What if I’m not done with you yet?”

“You are.”

“I dunno,” he teases. “Naked girl in my room, there’s still so much playing to do…”

Too fucking bad…

Well, sir, two can play this game. Because I have been paying attention, and I happen to have a trick up my sleeve too.

“Anton Wright Hayes,” I say, putting on my bossy tone. “Get over here and fuck me, right now.”

“Fuuuuck…” he groans, his eyes turning the perfect shade of cerulean.

I don’t have to ask twice. Half a heartbeat later, Anton is naked and rolling on a condom .

“You bossing me around does it for me way more than it should,” he comments, kissing me hard.

“That’s what I was counting on.”

“Playing dirty…why, Sawyer Brown…” Anton tsks. “What am I going to do with you?”

I lick my lips, my pulse jackhammering through my veins, trying to find it in me to tell him what I want. Something that I never thought I’d ever be able to do. Until I met him. Until he had the patience to stick with me. To see me. To trust me.

“Fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

Anton lines himself up with my entrance and sinks in slowly. My body welcomes him, the glorious stretch I’ve discovered that I love before he starts to move. I hold him here, relishing this feeling. Of him. Of us coming together.

Then he moves.

Gently at first, slowly rocking back and forth, kissing me with each new stroke as he finds the perfect cadence. The soft, serene dance of two people learning to trust. And there are few people I trust more than I do Anton Hayes. Few people who understand me better.

In fact, maybe no one.

So I lose myself in that. In him. In each new move he makes, the feel of him against me and in me so overwhelming and still not enough.

We’re a jumble of limbs, moving at our own pace, our own rhythm, a symphony no one else can hear or understand. Just us. The world outside falls away, nothing else existing but the here and now.

“Is that what you wanted, beautiful? My cock buried deep inside you?” he whispers in my ear, just loud enough for me to hear .

I nod, rolling my hips to meet his, trying to silently communicate. But it still leaves me wanting.

“Or do you want more? Huh?”

I whimper, a single hard thrust stealing my breath, making my pulse jump. Fuck, yes.

“So that’s what my girl wants…” His voice is deep, gravelly, despite the low volume, making it that much more intoxicating. “For me to make this pretty pussy mine?”

Shifting, Anton angles his hips upward, thrusting hard, hitting a spot inside that sends a bolt of lust straight through me, making me see stars. I yelp, gasping for air as he does it again, the pleasure almost too much.

“Shhhhhh, baby, don’t want us to get caught…”

He reaches in between us as he reprimands me, finding my clit as he thrusts once more. And I’m done for.

The stars align and planets collide, creating an explosion that rivals the big bang. I open my mouth, Anton’s hand immediately flying up to cover it, but no sound comes out, my climax slamming into me like a wrecking ball. My vision goes hazy and my body rigid as I lose myself to the feeling.

To the entire world.

Anton bites down on my shoulder, trying to muffle his cry as his own orgasm hits, and I hold on to him, trying to keep him as close as I can. Physically, emotionally, and in every other way possible.

All my emotions flood to the surface, tears prickling the corners of my eyes, overwhelming me. I can’t put words to what I feel, other than everything . And I don’t want it to end.

“Hey, hey…” Anton says, wiping a tear from my cheek. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

I laugh, more tears spilling out. Because, as always, he knows damn well he wasn’t.

“You were okay, I guess.” I shrug.

“I’ll take okay. ”

He kisses me softly, rolling off me, then pulling me into his chest.

“You make me feel safe,” I whisper.

I’m not sure if it’s loud enough for him to hear, so I consider saying it again. Or maybe not. Because it’s a weird thing to say to someone. But then he replies.

“You make me feel safe too, Sawyer.”

Swooooon…

There’s a light knock at the door, both of us freezing at the sound.

“If you two are done in there…” Willa playfully sasses, followed by the whoosh of something sliding under the door.

Anton pops off the bed, his bare ass as perfect as the peaches in his groves, walking over to pick up the index card on the floor. The laugh he lets out has me curious what it says, but I wait, knowing that he’ll share in a second.

Sure enough, he turns back around, handing me the card.

Table Three:

Jace Hayes

Ewan Hayes

Anton Hayes

Sawyer Brown

Jack Keller

Lucy Keller

Pops Keller

Emily Barrowcliff

“Looks like you won’t lose your bet after all,” I say.

“Guess not. Although, that’s not really what I’m thinking about at the moment.”

I quirk up an eyebrow. Oh, really …

“And what exactly are you thinking about?”

“If two people will fit in the new shower Miss Belle installed in that bathroom when she redid it a couple of years ago.”

Anton’s impish smile returns, lighting a whole new fire inside me.

“Only one way to find out.”