Page 6 of Spiced Up by Sawyer (Mountain Men Fall Harder #3)
“Christ,” he mutters when he finally sees me. His rough palms skim over my breasts, down my stomach, and lower still, making me gasp. “So gorgeous. You’re mine, Lola. Every soft, sweet inch of you.”
His mouth follows the path of his hands, lingering over my nipples until I’m arching off the bed, begging. But Sawyer doesn’t stop there. He kisses lower, nipping along my ribs, my stomach, until I realize where he’s headed.
“Wait…” My protest breaks into a moan when his broad shoulders push between my thighs.
“Don’t hide from me,” he rasps, pinning my hips with his hands. “I want to taste what’s mine.”
And then his mouth is on my swollen clit. Hot, wet, relentless. His tongue teases, licks, plunges while his beard scrapes deliciously against the inside of my thighs. The moans he pulls from me are shameless, breathless cries that echo off the cabin walls.
He doesn’t stop until I’m shattered, trembling under his tongue, my fingers tangled in his hair as pleasure rips through me. He groans against me like he’s starving for it, like my release is the only thing that can satisfy him.
When I’m still gasping for air, he’s already moving up my body, kissing me hard so I can taste myself on his lips.
“You feel that?” he murmurs, grinding his hard length against me through his jeans. “That’s what you do to me, Lola. I can’t wait another damn second.”
I help him shove off the rest of his clothes, and when he’s finally bare, my breath catches. His cock is gigantic: thick, heavy, almost intimidating. My pulse skitters with both fear and anticipation.
“Look at me,” he orders, cupping my face as he positions himself. “I’ll go slow. I’ll take care of you.”
The first push steals my breath. The stretch is shocking, almost too much, but then his deep groan rumbles through me, and I know I’ll take all of him. Inch by thick inch, he fills me until I’m gasping his name, my nails raking his back.
“Made for me,” he growls, withdrawing just to thrust back in, harder this time. “You fit me like you were made for me.”
The pace builds; deep, claiming thrusts that have the bed rocking beneath us, my cries mingling with his harsh breaths. Every movement is possession, until I’m clinging to him, lost to the overwhelming rhythm of his body pounding into mine.
“Say it,” he growls against my ear, his thumb against my clit. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I choke out, barely able to speak through the pleasure. “I’m yours, Sawyer. Only yours.”
His roar of triumph vibrates through my chest as he drives me over the edge again, my pussy convulsing around him. He follows, thrusting deep and spilling into me with a shudder that leaves us both wrecked and gasping.
Sawyer collapses onto the bed, dragging me with him, still inside me as if he can’t bear to let go. His arms lock around me, his face buried in my hair.
“You’re not leaving,” he growls, softer now but no less fierce. “Not tonight. Not ever.”
Wrapped in his big arms, still trembling, I don’t want to leave.
I wake up to the morning light and the scent of coffee. For a blissful moment, I'm disoriented, my body deliciously sore in all the right places as I yawn and stretch.
Then reality crashes over me like ice water. It's Monday morning. My report is due first thing today.
I sit up so fast my head spins, clutching the sheet to my chest. Sawyer's side of the bed is empty but still warm, and I can hear him moving around in what must be the kitchen. The clock on his nightstand reads 7:22 AM.
Mr. Grande expects my assessment first thing this morning, and I haven't written a single word. I scramble out of bed, searching for my clothes with shaking hands. This is a disaster. I'm going to lose my job. My family will be right about me; I can't handle real responsibility.
“Morning, beautiful.”
Sawyer’s standing in the doorway, holding two steaming mugs. He's shirtless, wearing only low-slung jeans, and the sight of him sends heat racing through me despite my panic. His hair is rumpled from sleep, and there's a soft smile on his face.
“I made coffee,” he says, then takes in my frantic state. “Is everything okay?”
I yank my sweater over my head. “I'm sorry, I have to leave right now.”
His smile fades. “What's wrong?”
“My report. It's due this morning and I haven't… I can't…” I'm babbling, shoving my feet into boots, fumbling with my purse. “Mr. Grande is going to fire me.”
“Lola, slow down.” He sets the mugs aside and reaches for me, but I step back.
“You don't understand. I don't have time for this. I should never have stayed. This was a mistake.”
The words are out before I can stop them. Sawyer’s face goes carefully blank. “A mistake.”
“Look, that's not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” His voice is dangerously quiet.
I close my eyes, trying to breathe. “I mean… my career, my family's expectations…”
“Fuck your family's expectations.”
My eyes snap open. “Excuse me?”
He steps closer, and there's fire in his dark eyes. “You heard me, Lola. When are you going to stop living your life for people who don't even see you?”
“You don't know anything about my family.”
“I know they've convinced you that you're not good enough. And that you're willing to destroy something precious to prove them wrong.”
“I'm not destroying anything! I'm trying to save my career!”
“By turning everything I love into a corporate playground?”
“No, I…” I stop, the words sticking in my throat.
“That's what you're going to write, isn't it? In your report. You're going to tell them to build their resort.”
I can't answer. Can't look at him.
“Lola. I thought what we had meant something.” He runs his hands through his hair.
“It does mean something!”
“Does it? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you spent the night fucking me before you leave and destroy my habitat.”
The crude words hit like a slap. “That's not fair.”
There’s something broken in his expression. “You want to talk about fair? It's not fair that I fell for someone who was never planning to stay. It's not fair that I let myself believe you might choose this place over your precious career.”
“Sawyer, please…”
His voice is flat now, empty. “Go, write your report. Recommend the biggest, most profitable development you can think of. Make your boss happy. Make your family proud.”
He starts to walk away.
“Wait!” I call after him. “I haven't written anything yet. I haven't decided?—”
He looks back over his shoulder. “Haven’t you? Because it seems pretty clear where your priorities are.”
The front door slams behind him, leaving me alone in his cabin. I sink onto his couch, hands shaking. It takes me ten minutes to get myself together enough to walk back to my hotel. Once I’m there, I head up to my room and snap open my laptop.
The blank document stares back at me like an accusation. All I have to do is recommend the development. It should be simple.
But all I can think about is the look on Sawyer's face when he walked away. My fingers hover over the keyboard.
Assessment Report: Maple Ridge Development Opportunity
I just have to write three pages of corporate speak that will seal this town's fate and save my career.But I keep remembering Joy's warm smile and the way the whole community came together for the festival.
The ancient trees on the mountain trail, the way Sawyer's eyes lit up when he talked about protecting this place.
Executive Summary: After thorough evaluation, I cannot recommend Maple Ridge, Tennessee for large-scale resort development. The environmental impact would be severe and irreversible, affecting old-growth forest habitat and disrupting established wildlife corridors.
My heart pounds as I continue typing, building a case against development. I mention everything Mr. Grande told me not to include. When I finish, I read it through once, then hit send before I can lose my nerve.
The report is done. My career is over. And the man I’ve fallen for thinks I betrayed him. I need to find Sawyer. I have to tell him what I did, that I chose him over everything else. That last night wasn't a mistake; it was the first right thing I've done in years.
I grab my keys and head for the door, praying it's not too late.