Page 87 of Unravel Me

Walking out of Barrel House at the end of dinner service, I’m surprised to see Sawyer outside waiting for me. This morning, he woke me up to say happy birthday with his head between my legs. He made me come twice before he was willing to come up for air. When we left each other for work, we made plans to meet at his house after. I give him a questioning smile before reaching up on my toes and kissing his lips. He’s wearing a pair of denim jeans, black boots, a white tee that fits him ridiculously too well, and his leather jacket unzipped. He’s painfully handsome and sexy.

“Hi, butterfly.”

“Hi.” I narrow my eyes at him.

“You up for a little ride?”

“Always. What about my jeep?”

“We’ll get her tomorrow, don’t worry.” He grabs my hand and leads me to the motorcycle, which I’ve come to love being on the back of.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” he says as he sets a helmet on my head that fits perfectly.

“Is this mine?” I ask.

“Yes ma’am. And this.” He picks up a gorgeous leather jacket from the seat of his bike and holds it up for me. I turn and slide my arms into it before facing him again. He zips it up for me. I know the smile on my face is massive.

“How do I look?” I spin in a slow circle for him.

“Like you belong on the back of my bike. You’re beautiful, Ivy.” He hooks his fingers in the top of my jacket and gently pulls me forward. He licks across the seam of my lips before I open for him, accepting his tongue and sucking on it. A groan escapes him before I let go.

“Naughty girl. Let’s go. You ready?”

“Yes. Thank you, Sawyer. I love them.”

He gets on his motorcycle and holds it steady.

“Hop on, baby.”

I get on behind him and scoot in close, flush against him, wrapping my arms around his waist as he starts it up and it rumbles under us.

We pull out of Main Street and he heads straight for my favorite place. Grace Beach.

It’s dark out, no one on the road but us. He takes the winding route and I lean with him as he takes each hard turn. We hit the straightaway that leads directly to the beach, and I chance letting go of his waist, keeping myself flush against his back, and rubbing my hands over the top of his thighs. A moan vibratesthrough his chest. My heart rate starts to pick up, my breathing increasing along with it. I rub toward his inner thighs, pressing down over his hardening length. He moans again as the heel of my palm strokes against his dick. I love the feel of him under me, and touching him while going this fast on his motorcycle is exhilarating. We reach the end of the road where it dumps into the minimal parking lot of the beach and Sawyer drops his speed. All my quick-lived confidence leaves me, and I quickly grip his waist again.

As we finish our ride, he lets me off first to ensure my safety. I can’t help but admire the way the man steps aside his bike and rips his helmet off as if in slow motion. As he sets the helmets back on the bike, I stand patiently, waiting for him. He turns and hauls me close before I can even look up.

“You think you’re funny? Torturing me like that while I’m trying to keep us safe?” He nuzzles into me, taking a deep inhale. I laugh until his tongue moves up the length of my neck, sending chills down my spine. I arch to the side to give him more access because it feels so good.

“I couldn’t help myself. Plus, I trust you,” I confess.

“Mmm. I love hearing you say that. Walk with me down to the shore?”

“Like you have to ask.” I skip ahead of him, stepping over roots, rocks, and driftwood, loving the crunch of the rocky shore under my shoes. I walk right to the edge where the water laps at the tiny bit of sand that’s here. Holding my arms out to the sides and letting my head fall backward to face the sky, I inhale the salty, fresh air as peace burrows deep into the marrow of my bones.

Sawyer walks up behind me and slides his hands over my sides until they meet in front of my body, one hand splayed out across my belly the other bending up and resting over the center of my chest.

“Do you know how beautiful you are when you let go like this?”

I let my head rest against his chest and relax into his big, warm body, keeping my eyes closed, just breathing in the clean air.

“You always were so at ease here. How does it make you feel? Explain it to me.”

I think about his question for a moment before answering.

“It feels like you. Peace. Comfort. Ease. Nothing is expected of me or needed of me. I just get to exist and let go.”

“Baby . . .”

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