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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

SAWYER

“R ide my dick, Baby Girl. I want to see those perfect tits of yours bouncing above me.”

I’m positive we’ve both lost track of time since we burst through my front door, and I flung her over my shoulder, carrying her up the stairs toward my bedroom.

“You want me to fuck your cock, Sawyer?” Collins asks, voice laced with desire.

“I want you to bury it inside that tight pussy and rock over me until you’re seeing stars,” I reply, rolling off her and onto my back.

She rises onto her knees and straddles me, gripping my cock in her palm and pumping it a couple of times before slowly sinking down until I’m seated deep inside her.

On the first rock of her hips, I throw my arms behind my head, gripping the roots of my hair and pulling the strands hard. Not counting the orgasm I gave her in the parking lot, she’s climaxed multiple times since I got her back in my bed, and I’m determined to hold off on blowing my load for as long as I can.

She moves over me a second time, casually fucking my cock.

Collins braces her palms on the tops of my thighs, and she moans. When she throws her head back it adjusts the angle of her body and the way her pussy grips me, the sensation sending crushing pressure to the base of my spine.

I can tell she likes it more than the first night we spent together—the noises from her mouth and pussy leave me in no doubt. She’s comfortable with me tonight, taking what she wants from my body and not fighting the undeniable connection between us.

Still, I want more. I want to prove myself to her—inside the bedroom and out of it. I want her to realize I can be the only guy she needs.

“I’m coming all over your dick,” she gasps, eyes back on mine. “Want to see?”

I lift up onto my elbows as she moves her hips over me and then lifts off, and I see it—her release streaming from her, flowing over my dick and down to my tight balls.

“I’ve never known a girl who could get so damn wet,” I praise. “Tell me you only get this wet with me.”

She doesn’t answer, and I choose to ignore any potential disappointment. Just because I asked the question doesn’t mean I’ll get a response—or the one I want to hear.

Sensing she’s tiring, I grip her hips and keep our rhythm steady. I’m not nearly done with her tonight.

“What’s your favorite position?”

She looks down at me, the pink flush on her cheeks growing darker. “The hot seat.”

I interlace my fingers with hers, and she continues to ride me.

“That seems a little tame for a girl who likes to be whipped.”

Despite my comment, I still have every intention of giving her what she wants, and with her still riding my dick, I drop her hands and edge across the bed, sitting on the end and placing my feet flat on the floor.

We’re face-to-face as I sit up and take my weight on extended arms. “For the hot seat, you need to spin around and spread your thighs over mine, Baby Girl.”

I can’t be sure if she registered what I said since she continues to face me, slowing the rocking of her hips to almost a complete stop.

Pieces of her hair stick to her slick forehead, and her eyeliner is smeared in a similar way to that first night.

Just how I like it.

It’s obvious she has something to say but is fighting it.

“What is it?” I ask.

She shakes her head subtly, blown pupils filled with emotion.

I lean down, taking her left nipple into my mouth. There’s only so far I can push her to open up, and I’m concluding the long game with Collins is the way to winning her heart.

“My body wants to go fast with you, fuck you hard and in all my favorite positions, but my head won’t let me do that.” Her voice is laced with the same level of emotion I saw in her eyes a second earlier, and I pause over her nipple.

When I bring it back between my teeth, she stops me with a finger under my chin. And like I’ve done with her countless times before, she tips it up to look at her.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that night, you know. I mean, I tried to forget about it and move on, but deep down, all I wanted was to have you back inside me.”

Even though we aren’t moving anymore, I’m still hard and inside her, and I drop my forehead against hers, closing my eyes. “As someone a little older, let me offer you a few words of geriatric wisdom.”

She snorts a laugh, and my heart beats faster at the sound.

“It’s okay to change your mind about someone or something. What you thought you wanted twelve months ago might not be what you want now. It’s okay to pivot.”

She looks atop my head, running her hands through my hair; the feeling ricochets throughout my body, and goose bumps break out across my skin.

“Is that what you did with me? I know you haven’t been with anyone in a while and haven’t wanted to start anything up since …” She trails off. “Well, since your wife …”

I move beneath her, needing to feel the way her tight pussy clamps around my dick.

Collins breaks out into a delicious shudder, her arousal coating the insides of my thighs.

“Total transparency. I haven’t ever wanted anyone like this. Not the way I want you. I don’t chase after anyone, Collins. I don’t take risks with my or my son’s feelings either.”

I thrust up into her gently, and she whimpers.

“But I believe in what we have. So, yeah, I guess you could say I’m pivoting. I pivoted when I saw you last November, and I’m pivoting again after I initially told you I couldn’t do no-strings sex. I know this is right for me, for you and for Ezra. And I’m willing to wait for you, Collins.”

Her eyes soften further, and again, I can tell she wants to say something but is struggling. I grant her a reprieve and wrap my hands around her hips, swiveling her around into the hot seat position.

“Now take what you want and let me see just how much you enjoy being fucked like this.”

* * *

Right after I took Collins in her favorite position and she came hard, I emptied myself inside her and pulled her into my chest, settling us under the sheets, and we fell into lazy conversation.

We didn’t talk about us or the nonstop mind-blowing sex we’d just had. Instead, she wanted to talk about Ezra and his love for motorcycles. She wanted to know if he’d ever shown an interest in bikes or if it was new. That was when I confessed I’d been watching her Instagram page too.

Being Collins, she naturally teased me and called me a stalker, but I didn’t miss the way her breath hitched when I owned up to watching every Reel she’d posted since setting up her page.

And that was where we stayed, tangled up in my bed with her head resting on my shoulder—my fingers sifting through her soft hair—until we fell asleep, and I woke a few minutes ago to the sun rising and peeking between the gaps in my blinds.

I’ve gotten further than I did the first night, in that she’s still here, her head in the crook of my arm, one small hand splayed across my stomach.

She didn’t remove her makeup, her eyeliner now way more smeared than it was when she rode me.

When she looks in the mirror and notices, she’ll probably be embarrassed, just like she was a few weeks ago when I crept to my en suite door and I heard the faucet turn on and Collins quietly scolding herself. As I stood there with my ear to the door like a fucking creep, I heard her talk about how she promised herself she wasn’t “going to do this.” By “this” I assumed she meant sleep with me.

I half-wince, half-smile at the memory, hoping this morning’s different. I hope she sees the smears and smudges around her eyes as a testament to the way I rocked her world last night. Collins had asked me to show her what it would be like if she said yes to more with me, and I went all out to give her that.

In a half hour, I need to get up and head for morning skate before we go to Jack and Kendra’s for the party he’s arranged to celebrate her selection for Team USA.

I war with myself. While she’s asleep, I know she’ll stay longer—in my house and in my bed. But if I wake her, there’s a chance she’ll want to leave, though at least I’ll get to speak to her before I have to go.

All I want is to be inside this girl constantly; I need it like I need the air in my lungs. Yet I also want to know everything about her without secretly flicking through a photo album. She’s shown me parts of her, and I know there’s so much more to see. My initial attraction to Collins was manifested in the way she fascinated me, and that feeling has only gotten stronger.

Fuck it.

“Baby,” I whisper into her hair, “I gotta head to skate.”

She shifts, releasing a muffled yawn that fans across my chest.

Jesus Christ, I’m so done for.

“Like, right now?”

The hand resting on my stomach descends toward my naked lower half, and I roll over to face her, cupping her bare ass in my palm and pulling up so we’re face-to-face, heads resting on the same pillow.

“I have a few minutes to spare.”

Collins wraps her leg over mine, asking me to come closer even though we’re only inches apart.

“Do you know how different this morning looks from the first time I had you in my bed?”

She giggles softly, happiness radiating from her. “Yeah, well, this time, the sex was at least an eight.”

“You’re going to be the death of me—you know that?” I say, kissing her shoulder. “Either that or you’re going to make me really late for skate.”

She palms my already-hard dick. “What can I do to convince you to fuck me again?”

An incredulous laugh bursts out of me, and I roll on top of her, bracketing her head between my forearms. “Baby, you’ve already got me wrapped around every finger you possess. If you can convince my coach that his captain’s time is better spent working out with his girl in bed, then I’ll slide inside you right now.”

Maybe I’m still drunk on lust or semiconscious from the best sleep I’ve ever had, but when the words his girl leave my mouth, her eyes bug out.

I pull back a couple of inches, trying to work out what’s going through her head. “I … I didn’t mean to assume you and I are—shit, I’m sorry. I got ahead of myself for a second.”

You call her your girl just in your head, Sawyer.

Her eyes scan my face. She doesn’t look freaked out, but I can tell there’s something eating at her.

“Are you going to Jack and Kendra’s tonight?” Collins switches the subject, and I feel a combination of relief and anxiety, wondering what she’s thinking.

Still hovering above her, I kiss the end of her nose. “That was the plan, although Ezra spent last night with Alyssa and Dom and will stay there again tonight, so I want to spend some time with him today.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to invite her out with us when she clears her throat and the spell of last night is broken.

She looks around the room—maybe for a way out, possibly for her clothes. I’m not sure. All I know is, I’m not ready for her to leave.

“Are you going tonight?” I ask, feeling like a teenager asking if his crush is going to the school dance.

Collins looks at me like that’s exactly how I sound—a lovesick puppy desperate to know when he’ll see her again.

“I am, but I have to work overtime today at the garage, so I might be late.”

“Want me to pick you up?” I rush out. “From work, your place, wherever you’re going to be?”

She cups my face, a smile pulling at her lips. “I can make my own way to Kendra’s, although”—she pauses and smirks—“if you’re a good boy, I might let you give me a ride home.”