“Please, what?” Sawyer asked. “Tell me what you want, Mia.” He kissed her neck before dragging his teeth across her jaw, sending another shockwave of lust coursing through her. She’d never imagined she would like biting or being bitten, but it felt so damned good to have Sawyer’s teeth on her skin. Primal. Wild. Intoxicating.
“I want more.” Mia dug her teeth into his bicep, making him groan. “More of you.”
“Like this?” He pulled back, easing his cock from her tight sheath before driving back in again with a slow, sensual thrust that made Mia cry out.
But this time, the cry was all pleasure.
“Yes,” she said, reaching around to dig her fingernails into his ass, breath catching as his thick muscles flexed and released beneath her hands. He was powerful, but gentle, and the fear that he was too much for her to comfortably accommodate faded as her body stretched deliciously and “too full” became perfectly full. Blissfully full.
Sawyer glided in and out, stroking a little deeper each time until Mia was taking all of him. Until there was nothing but Sawyer, and the smell of their aroused bodies mingling in the air, and the taste of his lips, and the way he made her dizzy with pleasure. Gradually, the lazy rhythm they’d established grew more urgent, until his thrusts came faster, deeper, and they strained together, climbing higher and higher, the conclusion of each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure spreading from Mia’s swollen clit to every inch of her body. She locked her legs around Sawyer’s hips and ground into him, breath coming in desperate pants as she fought her way closer to the release that hovered, just barely out of reach.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, bucking into him, feeling like she would die if anticipation didn’t become satisfaction soon. “Please, Sawyer, please!”
“Yes,” Sawyer encouraged, his fingers digging into the curve of her bottom, urging her more tightly against him with each thrust. “Come for me, Mia. I want to watch your face when you come. Come on my cock, baby. Come for me.”
The mixture of the coarse words and the tenderness in his voice were all it took to tip her over the edge. Her back arched and she came, gasping for air, calling his name, clinging to his shoulders as her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, and tremors of pure and utter bliss rocked her to her core, shattering every preconceived notion she’d had about sex to pieces.
This was so much more than getting off. This was power and submission, all mixed up together. This was her soul brushing against Sawyer’s, singing the same sweet, perfect song as they gave each other the gift of passion and abandon, a moment of perfection amidst all the heartbreak and disappointment in life. It was beautiful, sacred, and by the time Sawyer cried out and his cock began to jerk and pulse inside her, Mia was certain she’d made an epic mistake.
How was she going to keep her heart locked away when it already felt like it had tumbled out of her chest to beat—raw and vulnerable—in this man’s calloused hands?
“God, Mia,” he said, breath coming fast against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I love making you come.”
Mia swallowed hard, shocked to find his words sent a shiver of arousal spreading across her skin, less than a full minute after she’d come so hard she was still seeing fuzzy black stars dancing around Sawyer’s handsome face.
This man did something to her, something crazy, wonderful, and scary as hell.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling back to meet her gaze.
Mia nodded, but still didn’t speak. She didn’t know what to say, how to express all the things she was feeling, or if she should even try. She and Sawyer had agreed to keep things between them light, easy. But she hadn’t expected that she would feel this close to him, or want to get even closer.
“You sure?” His eyes narrowed.
Mia forced a smile. “Totally.”
Sawyer nodded, but it was obvious he smelled a lie. “Let me get something to clean you up, and we can talk,” he said, withdrawing from her body and turning to stride across the room toward the bathroom in the hall.
Mia watched him go, torn between enjoying the view of his rock hard ass, and sinking into the strangely bereft, abandoned feeling that followed in the wake of their severed connection. She rolled on her side, drawing her knees into her belly and hugging them to her chest, doing her best to pull herself together before Sawyer returned.
But he was back in less than a minute, sliding into the bed, and, with a tenderness that made her heart hurt, wiping the stickiness from between her thighs with a damp rag before lying down behind her, curling his body around hers. The feel of his lightly furred chest against her shoulder blades and his softened erection against her thigh sent a jolt of arousal and nervousness coursing through her, making her feel even more off balance than she had before.
“When I was a kid, my dad belonged to a motorcycle club in Louisiana. It was more like a gang, really, but they called it a club.” The words were the last thing she expected to come out of his mouth. “They made good money trafficking in illegal weapons, drugs, and whatever other black market stuff they could get their hands on. My dad was pretty high up in the ranks and was getting a good cut, but he got greedy. He started skimming from the drug shipments and selling through his own channels.”
Sawyer wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. “It wasn’t long before the president of the club found out. Dad wasn’t nearly as smart as he thought he was, and didn’t cover his tracks. So…the president got all the patch holders together to ride out to our place to make an example of my dad, make sure the rest of the members knew that kind of shit wasn’t going to fly. I was hiding in the garage behind the house, inside the engine bay of an old Chevy my dad was fixing up. I was looking out through the grill when Dad’s buddies came through, but I stayed quiet and they didn’t find me.”
“What happened to your dad?” Mia asked softly, sensing that this bedtime story wasn’t going to have a happy ending.
Sawyer sighed. “I don’t know who they killed first—my dad or my sister—but I found Sarah first. She was facedown in the dirt, in the middle of the gravel road leading to our neighbor’s house. They’d shot her in the back while she was trying to go for help.”
“Oh my God.” Mia turned in his arms, bringing her hands to cup his face. “How old was she? How old were you?”
Sawyer ran his fingers down her ribs to rest on the curve of her hip. “I was eight. Sarah was almost fourteen.”
Mia’s brows drew together. “God, I’m so sorry, Sawyer. I know that doesn’t make it any better, but I am. So sorry.”
“It’s okay. I mean, it’s not, but I’m okay now. I really am.” He turned his head, kissing the palm of her hand before he continued. “But I wasn’t for a long time. Even after I moved to Wyoming to live with my granddad. He and my dad didn’t get along, so I’d never met him before, but he was great to me. All the ranch hands treated me like family, and Sue, the bunkhouse cook, came in to read me a bedtime story every night. But it took a long time for me to trust people. I wouldn’t let anyone get close. I couldn’t let down my guard, even when I wanted to. Even when I started to try, I was just too damned scared.”
Mia’s ribs tightened and her tongue felt tight, coiled at the back of her throat, as she suddenly understood why he’d told her this story. “But sometimes it’s best not to let down your guard. Especially when you’re supposed to be keeping things casual. You know?”