Page 20 of Forever After Never

I don’t even know what to say. I am so turned on that my body is practically vibrating. My shorts and skirt are half pulled down, and once again, I do as he says, then Sawyer wraps me in his arms. I arch my back and press my ass into the bulge in his pants.

“Please,” I whisper, pleading for his touch.

“You are testing me, Autumn. Don’t do that again. I don’t want there to be any confusion when I am finally buried in you. I want you to remember every single second when I fuck you, andI want you to remember screaming my name and coming on my dick. I am sober, you are not. It would be wrong.”

In this very moment, I wish chivalry would fucking die.

“Can you at least take your clothes off?” I ask, audibly annoyed.

“Not a chance. I trust you not to touch me again, but I don’t trust me not to do the same,” he growls into my ear, then kisses the nape of my neck. I take in all the available air in the room with one long breath and release it while mentally counting to ten. Sawyer squeezes my hip hard and then says,

“I’m serious, Autumn. Go to fucking sleep.”

Not ready to end the conversation, I roll onto my back so I am facing the ceiling. It feels easier to be vulnerable when I’m not looking at him, which is ridiculous, seeing as I am almost as naked as the day I was born, on my bed with a man that I hardly know.

“So, if we can’t fuck, can we talk?” I ask him, desperate for any kind of connection with him.

“Are you always so defiant?” He lets out a low chuckle along with his response.

“Yes. Always. Get used to it.” I wave my hand nonchalantly. “Why have you been following me?”

“Why did you delete my number?” he snaps back. Great. Answering a question with a question.

“I asked you first,” I say, with the maturity of a little kid, and poke my tongue out at him.

“I don’t know.” He answers honestly. “Ever since I saw you crumpled on the ground on your hands and knees, you awakened something in me that I haven’t felt for over a decade, and I haven’t stopped thinking about you since. It really isn’t coincidence that we keep running into each other. You do know that, right?”

He sounds more pained the longer he is talking. “I watched you all night tonight, and I didn’t even see what happened right under my nose. When I realized what that guy did, I wanted to rip his fucking eyeballs out. I tried to find you because I protect what’s mine. I was going out of my mind when I couldn’t find you. To be completely honest, thinking about you dating someone or another man touching you, whether you wanted them to or not, makes my fucking blood boil.”

The possessiveness of his confession goes straight to my core, and my entire body heats. This shouldn’t be so sexy, but I’ve never had anyone experience such jealousy over me and another man, and it is hypnotic, to say the least.

“Your turn now. Why did you delete my number?”

“Because you were a prick. Mr“If you don’t call me, someone else will.”that attitude sucks, and I don’t take well to the arrogance or mind games. It started so well. You were acting relatively -dare I say it -normal, then you screwed it up. I was obviously going to call you, then your cockiness got in the way.” For the first time since meeting Sawyer, he looks taken aback because he knows I am right.

“Also – don’t worry about making assumptions about me and my dating life. I can assure you that whatever you think is wrong. I haven’t even kissed someone in over five years, let alone fucked someone or let someone touch me. Nobody has ever cared enough about me to get jealous or, dare I say it, stalk me. You must be absolutely nuts to have made a beeline for me. You’re right about us. This is not meant to happen. I don’t want it to. All I wanted was sex, and you can’t even give me that.” I lie. I turn over, and without waiting for a response, I press my back into his chest once more, crossing my arms in front of my chest like some sort of protective armor.

Sawyer immediately pushes me away from his body and stands from the bed. An instant chill hits my back where his warmth was.

“No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to say that.” He takes my phone out of my bag and types his number in. “My name is Sawyer Green. That is what you’ll find my name under in your phone. If nobody ever cared enough about you to protect you or get jealous over you, I feel very sorry for you, Autumn. Don’t you ever delete my number again. I’m sorry, Autumn. I can’t stay. I need to go. But don’t lie to yourself. You want me as much as I want you.”

Then he left.

Me: Ali, I think I fucked up.

Alice: What happened? I woke up a few minutes ago. My head is fuzzy. Do I recall being brought home by Sawyer? Where the hell did he come from? Are you walking like John Wayne today?

Me: Ughhhh. He carried you to his car, then we got you home. He drove me back to my place. We had.. a moment.. in the hallway, and then I tried to have sex with him, and he rejected me.

Alice: What a dickhead.

Me: Because I was drunk.

Alice: So, when is the wedding? and what did you fuck up?

Me: I must have seemed so desperate. What is he going to think of me?

Alice: Well, if you were drunk, and he didn’t fuck you, he’s gone straight to the top of my ‘boyfriends I’d love Autumn to have’ list.

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