Page 38 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“I dunno, it sounded like it was comin’ from the wall though.”
You have got to be shitting me.
“Nope, never heard anything like that, Cupcake.”
She keeps craning her head back and forth, checkin’ behind her as if something’s about to grab her.
She gasps, “See, did ya hear that?”
“Grace, you’re hearing shit. Believe me, if there were fucking noises I would hear them.”
“Can I sleep with ya?”
Oh Christ, her innocent fucking question has my dick turning to steel.
Easy, Evans, she’s not asking you to shove your cock inside her, no matter how much you wish she was.
“Yeah, you can sleep…” before I can finish she jumps from the bedroom door onto the bed, almost nailing me in the fucking balls. “Jesus Christ, woman, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want something to grab my feet from under the bed.” I chuckle and before I can say anything she pushes me. “Move, I wanna sleep between you and the wall.”
“Why? What the fuck does it matter?”
“Because then if something comes to grab us, it will grab you first.” Instead of being insulted I laugh my ass off. She starts giggling too, “Oh my god, Sawyer, I’m serious, I’m so darn scared right now. I’ve never been this scared of a movie before. I keep thinking some invisible demon is gonna grab my foot and drag me from my bed.”
Christ, this chick cracks me up. “Don’t worry, Cupcake, I’ll kick any motherfucker’s ass, if they try to drag you from this bed.”
She chuckles, “Sorry, badass, but not even you can keep me safe from a demon.”
I grunt but before I can argue she rises up on her knees and leans over me. Oh fuck! Her cupcake scent impales my nostrils and her silky fucking hair drags across my bare chest. “Chuckie, come here boy,” she whispers, calling the dog, not having any idea what she’s doing to my dick right now.
The dog comes limping in. “Come to the end of the bed, baby, I’ll help you up.”
What the fuck?
“What the hell are you doing? That fucking dog isn’t sleeping up here!”
Her head snaps to me, “Why not?”
“Because there isn’t any fucking room.”
“Well, I’ll curl up and he can sleep at the end of the bed by my feet.”
“He has a fucking bed, Grace, why are you having him sleep up here?”
“Because he might be scared.”
“Oh Jesus Christ, the dog isn’t scared. I’m serious, he stays on the floor.”
“Geez you’re grouchy!”
Yeah well, my hard cock does that to me sometimes.
She stays leaning over the end of the bed, petting the dog. “Sorry boy, Sawyer’s bein’ a grump. You stay at the end here and I’ll keep checkin’ on ya.”
Seeing her ass up in the air and leaning over like that, I just can’t fucking resist, slowly rising up, I slap her ass…
“AHHHH!” Before she careens off the bed I grab her shirt. “Sawyer, you stupid jerk!” She starts slapping the shit out of me again. “I hate you! You know what, forget it, I’m outta here!”
I sit up and grab her around the waist, pulling her down next to me. “I mean it! Let go!” she punches at me.
I try to stop laughing, “I’m sorry, baby, I was kidding, I promise I’ll stop.” She goes still, “You promise?” she asks suspiciously.
“I promise. Scout’s honor.”
She scoffs, “I’m sure you were no boy scout, Sawyer Evans.”
I chuckle. She’s got that fucking right.
Instead of letting her go, I bring her against my body, her back to my front. She tenses for only a second before relaxing into me. Her body fits against mine fucking perfectly. I make sure to keep my painfully hard cock away from her sweet ass, or I will not be able to control myself.
To get my mind off my dick I decide to bring up what I wanted to talk to her about today, but didn’t since I was too busy being in a shitty mood… “So I wanted to talk to you about something.”
She goes rigid before turning to face me. I keep my arm over her small waist, and even in the dark I can see fear in her big, warm amber eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just forgot that I booked a flight home this weekend to see my family. My parents are going away over Thanksgiving, so I promised my mom I would come home early to see them. It’s only for three nights.”
“Oh, okay, no problem.”
“No, Cupcake, you’re not getting it,” I take a deep breath, feeling fucking nervous for some stupid reason, “I want you to come with me.”
Her head snaps back in shock, “Oh no, Sawyer. Really, it’s fine you go. Don’t worry about me. I’m sure I can stay with Cooper and Kayla or…” I slap my hand over her mouth.
“Grace, I’m asking you because I want you to come with me, not because I have to. Either way I’m not going without you. So if you say no, I won’t go.”
She rips my hand away from her mouth. “Sawyer, don’t be ridiculous. Of course you’re going.”
“Does that mean you’re coming?”
She looks at me, uncertain, “Listen, I appreciate you askin’ me, but I don’t think I can. I don’t have money for a flight and…”
I cover her mouth again. “I’ll pay for your flight,” I can tell she’s about to argue, “and don’t even fucking start this not accepting bullshit. I’m asking you to come, Grace, so I’ll fucking pay for it and that’s it.”
She deflates, “What about Chuckie? I can’t leave him.”
“I’ll talk to Jaxson. I’m sure he and Julia can take him out at their place. It’s only for a few nights and the dog will love it out there with that big yard.”
I can tell she’s close to accepting. “If you say no I will have to cancel, and that will make my Mom cry. You don’t want to be responsible for making my Mom cry, do you?”
Her lips twitch, “No, I definitely don’t want to make your mom cry.” Her face goes serious again. “But, Sawyer, are you sure? Don’t you think you should ask your parents first?”
