Page 55 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
When he looks up, spotting me through the glass, he gets that charmin’ sexy grin of his again, which has my stomach tightening and my panties getting wetter. He picks up his pace and throws open the double doors. Dropping his bag, he strides over to me and picks me up off my feet, planting a big hard kiss on my lips in front of everyone.
“Hey, Cupcake,” he says, crushing me against his hard body, my feet dangling off the ground.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, “Hey yourself, Sexy Sawyer.”
His grin spreads at my use of his nickname, “Didn’t I tell you I was something, baby?”
Instead of givin’ him heck for his arrogance I praise him, “You sure did. You were amazin’.” I bring my mouth close to his ear, “And it made me real hot to watch you,” I whisper seductively. I bring my gaze back to his so he can see just how much. He tenses and I feel his erection grow against my stomach. Shock and fire blazes in his eyes from my unusually bold statement.
“Are you going to introduce us, man, or keep staring at her like a fool?” a deep voice interrupts our moment.
Sawyer stares at me a second longer before dragging his gaze away. Grinning, he slides me down his body and I want to moan from the delicious contact. He takes my hand, “This is Grace. Grace, these are my life-long hockey buddies: Jake, Austin, Mike and Cam,” he points out each of the very attractive men.
“Actually, we were his life-long buddies until he ditched us to join the Navy. I guess being a legend wasn’t enough, he had to learn how to kill someone with only a q-tip,” Jake replies, which has all the guys chuckling.
Sawyer doesn’t let their teasin’ faze him, “Don’t listen to these dicks, they’re just jealous because they would have never been able to tough out the first week of training.”
I smile at their banterin’, “Well it’s nice to meet y’all,” I wave shyly.
Jake’s eyes flash with amusement, “Ah so she’s a southerner, Evans, who knew that’s what it took to keep your dick in only one woman.”
Sawyer’s easy grin drops and he shoves Jake, “Shut up, asshole. Don’t say shit like that in front of her.”
Jake realizes Sawyer is really mad and holds up his hands, “I was just screwing around, didn’t mean any disrespect.”
Jesse clears her throat now, remindin’ me of her presence. Looking over, I see a tall, dark and incredibly handsome guy with his arm slung around her shoulders. “And this is Nick,” she says, introducing her boyfriend.
“Hi, Grace, nice to meet you.”
“You too, Nick.”
“All right we’re out of here. We have plans with Mags and Danny. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Jesse gives Sawyer and I a quick hug before she leaves.
“You’re coming for a victory beer right?” Jake asks Sawyer. “Nah, I don’t think so, man.”
Jake looks affronted, “What the fuck do you mean you don’t think so. We haven’t seen your ass for two years and you’re not going to come have a beer.”
“I don’t mind if you want to go, Sawyer,” I say honestly.
He stares down at me indecisively. I want to be alone with him just as badly as he does but I think it’s important he sees his friends.
“Come on, man, you have to come,” another buddy says, this one, I believe, is Cam.
I squeeze his hand, “Let’s go for a bit.”
“All right,” he agrees reluctantly, “we’ll meet you guys there. Overtime?” he asks the group.
They nod then clap Sawyer on the back as they file out of the lobby, leaving the two of us alone.
He pulls me against him. “I want to be alone with you so fucking bad. Say the word and we will ditch their asses.”
“I want to be alone with you too, but it’s important you spend time with your friends as well. Besides we have all night,” I say, seductively running my hands under his shirt to touch his hot, hard abs.
He groans and palms my ass bringing me tighter against him, “All night is nowhere near fucking long enough for what I plan to do to you.”
The heat in his eyes has me squeezing my legs together to try to stop the ache that happens between them. I’m about to say to hell with it and ditch his friends when the double doors to the change rooms slam open, revealing an incredibly gorgeous guy. When he and Sawyer make eye contact they glare at each other with so much hatred the lobby starts to feel just as cold as the rink inside. They hold each other’s glares until gorgeous walks out of the lobby.
“Whoa, what was that about?”
Sawyer clenches his jaw, “Just someone I don’t get along with.” Leaning down, he kisses the top of my head and pulls me behind him, “Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here. The sooner we go for this drink the sooner I can do all the dirty things I’ve been dying to do to you.”
An hour and a half later I’m sitting by myself in the crowded, small pub called Overtime, regretting that I agreed to come here. The first half hour wasn’t too bad; Sawyer had stayed pretty close to me. But the more the pub became packed with people excited to see the town’s golden boy, the worse it had become. Eventually he was asked to go play pool and had tried to bring me with him. At the time I had been waiting for my drink to come and one of the guy’s girlfriends, who was somewhat friendly, (at least friendlier than any other girl here tonight) had said she would stay and keep me company. She did so, awkwardly, for about five minutes then saw a friend of hers. She told me she would be right back, which was thirty minutes ago. At one point I had gone to the bathroom and thought about joining Sawyer at the pool table, since I was on my own. But I was nervous to go up there in front of all the strangers vying for his attention. To make matters worse, for the last thirty minutes I’ve sat and watched every girl in the place glare at me and hit on Sawyer in the process. Some were familiar with him, showing me they had some sort of past that others didn’t. The worse one was the town bicycle bitch, and even though Sawyer did not flirt back or show interest he didn’t push them away either. I’m trying not to be hurt by the fact that he appears to have forgotten about me. In all fairness he is being bombarded by people, but either way you look at it, it completely and totally sucks.
