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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

SAWYER

“H ow many times would you say you’ve watched this movie?”

Collins shakes her bag of sweet and salty popcorn, twisting her lips to the side as she rests her head on my shoulder. “ The Breakfast Club ? Probably fifty-plus times.”

I press my back into the couch, trying to get a better look at her face. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly,” she replies.

She holds the bag out to me, and I take a couple of pieces.

“You know I’ve inhaled my weekly calorie allowance in the span of twelve hours, right?”

She shrugs. “Kendra said the same thing to me recently. She knows about the handcuffs, by the way. It appears we didn’t do a great job of covering our tracks and stashed them in the wrong dresser drawer.”

“Do you care?” I ask her, snatching another piece of popcorn. This shit’s addictive.

“Not really. She was definitely impressed that we’d pulled it off though.”

My fingertips graze her bare shoulder as I push some of her hair behind her neck, revealing soft skin I want to caress with my lips. “And were you impressed?”

She lifts her head from my shoulder, twisting around to face me. “You know I was. In fact, I’m trying to decide whether what we just did in there”—she nods toward the stairs leading to my bedroom—“beats it, or if I prefer being suspended with my legs wrapped around your shoulders.”

I press my lips to the flawless skin peeking out above the oversize collar of the shirt she’s wearing. When we finished up in the bedroom, we showered together, and I handed her one of my original Blades training shirts, desperate to see her in it. She didn’t hesitate to throw it on, and now I’m starting to picture what my name across her back would look like.

How much my last name would suit her. Period.

“Can I ask you something?” I murmur against her pebbled skin.

Her body tenses only a fraction, but it’s still noticeable, and I hate it—a reminder that despite us officially dating, I know I have a long way to go before her walls crumble entirely.

“Sure, go ahead.”

I pick up the TV remote from the couch armrest and pause the movie, plunging my living space into silence.

Without me asking, she turns to look at me, and I interlace my fingers through the hand she has resting on my stomach.

“Come straddle me for a second, Baby Girl.”

She sets the popcorn on the coffee table and does as I ask, my dick instantly straining against the athletic shorts I’m wearing.

With a soft touch, her fingernail traces a wave tattoo stamped across my left pec, dropping to the bar pierced through my nipple. She frequently plays with that, and I love how much she enjoys it. It’s so sensitive, and it makes me horny as fuck.

I watch her carefully for a second. She isn’t wearing makeup since she removed it in the shower—yes, a couple of weeks ago, I bought a whole bunch of female products, including a Dior cleansing kit and their entire skin care line. You know, just so she didn’t have any excuse not to stay over at my place.

“Is the mermaid tattoo significant?” I get the feeling it is since I know Collins well enough to work out that she doesn’t do permanence lightly.

Her stunning brown eyes study me, and I feel the heat between her thighs, making me harder.

I set my hands on her hips, a little like I would if she were riding me.

She blows a soft breath through her nose, toying with my piercing. “The tattoo itself isn’t really significant. I just liked the design and needed something large and detailed to cover the scars.”

I pull back, really not anticipating that answer. “Scars?”

“Yeah, from when I had my motocross accident.” She chuckles softly, an edge of cynicism to the sound. “I’ve had my fair share of incidents, but that was my most serious.” She releases my nipple, hands falling to the hem of her shirt as she swipes it clean over her head in one motion.

In a black thong, she’s otherwise completely naked and in my lap. In so many ways, this is my dream situation—Collins almost naked on my couch, straddling me in such an intimate position. But the way she’s opening up right now fully steals the breath from my lungs.

“What happened?” I ask, tracing my thumb slowly down her side, and I pause when I feel the evidence hidden expertly beneath black ink.

She takes ahold of my hand and moves my thumb lower, and I can feel the bumps left by stitches continuing across the length of her rib cage, stopping just before her hip. Since the scars are old, they’re tiny, but it breaks my heart to think of anything hurting Collins.

“That photo album you found? Well, the pictures in there were taken the day before. I was riding into a hairpin bend, but I didn’t lean into the turn correctly, I was too distracted by a girl heading up my inside.” She closes her eyes, perhaps reliving the moment. “I lost control of the bike and hit the deck—hard.”

She opens her eyes and looks at me, the pain unmistakable. What happened still hurts her far beyond the physical injuries she sustained.

“I was thrown from the bike, and in the unluckiest turn of events, I opened my side up on a jagged rock. I broke multiple ribs and punctured a lung. It was bad—really bad—touch and go at one point, to be honest.”

My throat is thick, voice hoarse when I speak again. “Is that why you stopped competing?”

She nods lightly, hand back to my nipple, which is perfectly aligned with hers, only an inch away. “The physical injuries ended my season, but I could’ve gone back. I just didn’t want to. I fell out with the sport that had cost my parents so much in time and money and then almost my life. I ended up resenting it for more reasons than I gave you in the Botanic Garden that night. I guess my passion for bikes didn’t die, but my love for the sport and being held to schedules and training and constantly competing to be the best just pissed me off. So, I quit.”

I look up at her, thumb still tracing her side. “And do you regret anything?”

She shakes her head immediately. “I try and avoid regrets. It helps nothing since you can’t take anything back. I might be a little wild, but I always think things through before making a decision.”

The need to kiss Collins moves my hand to the back of her head, and I pull her down to my lips. “I know you do, and that’s why I’ll never take you or us for granted. I want you to know you have me, and I know Ezra is going to be so fucking happy that we’re finally giving us a shot. There’s so much more I want to say b?—”

“Say it,” she jumps in. “Say what’s on your mind.”

She swallows down my exhale, our lips practically touching.

“I don’t know if I’m quite ready to say it all out loud. What we have is so strong but still so fucking fresh. I feel everything for you, Collins. When I look at you, I’m hit with a thousand words I want to scream to the world.” I take her hand and place it on the center of my chest. “But it’s the beat of my heart that tells the real truth—the way it hammers against my ribs every time I see you, how it feels so fucking full when you sit on my lap like this. Each time you light up my boy, it does something to me that I’ll take with me to my grave—it makes me feel like I have a second chance at love.”

Eyes shining with unshed tears, she presses her lips against mine, tongue sweeping gently into my mouth.

Earlier, the sex was fast and dirty—something I know Collins is comfortable with. But this time, I want to spill inside her slowly. I raise my hips slightly, and she lifts off, allowing me to pull my shorts beyond my ass and my cock to spring free.

Collins lifts up onto her knees and moves her soaking thong to one side, settling down on me carefully. “You’re so fucking huge—you know that?”

A strangled moan rises up my throat, a little like the way her pussy grips my cock. “But you take me so well, Baby Girl.”

She rocks over me once and winces.

“Are you sore?” I ask, concerned I went too far when I was pounding into her earlier.

“In the best way possible,” she groans, moving her hips again.

I spread my thighs wider, wanting my cock all the way inside her.

“You know how deep I’ll shoot inside you when we’re like this?” A rogue smile plays on my lips, thoughts of breeding Collins too prominent and sexy to push away. I know she’s on birth control, but the fantasy is still there, making me harder.

She instantly grows wetter; I hear and feel her pussy as she sucks me in.

I sink my fingertips into her soft ass. “Does that turn you on?”

She flushes, rosy pink painting her cheeks as she quietly scoffs, “No.”

Oh, it absolutely does.

“So, the thought of me claiming your body in more ways than one doesn’t make you want my dick on demand?”

Pink travels down her neck, and she whimpers, head falling forward and body shuddering. “I’m coming, Sawyer,” she whispers before picking her head back up to look at me. “I’m coming so damn hard.”

Satisfied I’ve unlocked yet another kink of hers, I push my hips into her and take control of her languid body. “Give me another, Collins. Let me fuck you through this one and straight into another.”

She releases a laugh, like that’s the craziest idea ever.

Until it isn’t, and I’m riding her hard, pressing her swollen clit against my pubic bone. “I can feel it, the way your cunt is throttling my cock. You’re there, aren’t you?”

Collins wraps her arms around my neck and rides with me as we both chase our highs and ultimately fall deeper into each other. The words I held back on a second ago are desperate to spill free. Because I am. I know I’m in love with my girlfriend, and I can tell she’s right behind me too. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out on uttering the words, though I know it will be soon. I can’t contain the insane feelings I have.

“Jesus Christ, I am,” she gasps. “I’m coming a-fucking-gain!”

Laughter bubbles out of me just as my orgasm hits straight in the base of my spine, pressure shooting into my balls, and I jet into her, warmth surrounding us both.

“Motherfucker,” I grit out, unsure if this climax is even stronger than the last. “That was abso—” I break off the second I hear a car pull up outside.

We look at each other, eyes wide and my blood pumping for an entirely different reason.

Ezra.