It didn’t matter that we were in a confined space. There didn’t seem to be anything that was going to deter Sawyer from doing what she set out to do.
I reveled in all of it.
Her movements.
Her tenacity.
Her moans.
Her scent.
“Jesse, babe,” she called out a warning.
I gripped her hair in my fist, urged her mouth toward mine, and pressed my lips to hers just as she came apart on top of me. Feeling the warmth and wetness as her pussy clenched my cock, I didn’t need anything else. Sawyer brought me to the brink of my own orgasm and effortlessly sent me over the edge.
For several long moments afterward, neither of us said a word. I was content to have her sit on my lap for the rest of the night, if that’s where she wanted to be. But eventually, my curiosity got the best of me, and I said, “I’m not at all complaining about that, but I have to admit I’d love to know what I did to deserve it.”
Sawyer’s eyes searched my face for a long time, and something warm moved through her expression when she did. Finally, she replied, “I love the way you love me. You’re such a good guy, and you treat me right. And I couldn’t be more grateful to you for the people you’ve brought into my life.”
“Loving you is easy, Sawyer. It always has been,” I remarked.
“See? That’s what I mean. I couldn’t have hoped for anyone better than you,” she returned. “I already told you about Deanna’s boyfriend wanting a break from her. Then I had a guy come in today who has a girlfriend that cheated on him. He was devastated. I can’t imagine you’d ever hurt me the way they were hurt.”
“Never,” I assured her.
“To top it all off, I had a bit of a drama at work today,” Sawyer shared.
“What? What happened?”
She waved her hand in the air and insisted, “It’s all good. A couple of girls from high school came in and tried to start trouble. They brought up what happened all those years ago, but Cam, Deanna, and Everett all stood up for me. In fact, Cam yelled at them and kicked them out of the bar.”
The tension I’d started to feel the moment she said she had experienced some drama at work fled once she shared that her coworkers had her back. Sure, I’d still worried about her for other reasons, but I was glad to know she’d found people who cared about her and would look out for her when I wasn’t around.
“I’m happy for you, Sawyer.”
“And I’m so grateful for you,” she declared.
“How about we go inside and take a shower?” I suggested.
Sawyer rolled her hips over me. “That sounds like fun.”
I groaned.
“Thank you for being the best guy.”
“Thank you for being my girl.”
A moment later, Sawyer and I separated, got out of the truck, and went inside for a shower.
By the time I had her wrapped up in my arms before we fell asleep, I started to feel more and more at ease. With everything she was communicating, I had a feeling Sawyer was definitely here to stay.
EIGHTEEN
Jesse
Life seemed to be a balancing act lately.
Then again, it always did.