Page 62 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Um, to the bathroom?” I say it as more of a question.
“Not yet,” he mumbles into the back of my neck, giving me a kiss. “Why?” I ask confused.
“Because I’m not ready to let you go.”
My heart melts from his soft and sincere tone. Relaxing, I roll over to face him. He keeps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his body, my face only a couple inches from his sexy one. My hand raises to the scruff on his strong jaw, from a day without shaving.
His easy expression turns serious and I know he’s about to bring up what happened earlier. “Are we okay?”
I shrug, “I don’t know, are we?” He continues to stare at me, waiting for a better answer. I blow out a heavy breath, “We were just talkin’, Sawyer.”
His jaw flexes from clenching his teeth, “I don’t care. I didn’t fucking like it.”
I narrow my eyes, feeling my forgotten anger come back, “Well get over it! He was the only one who talked to me the whole night, I was not going to turn away his company.”
“He fucking came over to you just to piss me off!”
I remove my hand from his jaw, “Don’t you think I knew that right from the start? Give me some credit, Sawyer. I called him on it; he knew he wasn’t goin’ to succeed. So instead, he ended up staying and visiting with me for a whole different reason.”
He grunts not believing me. “I sat by myself for forty-five minutes, Sawyer, what do you expect?”
“How was I supposed to know that?”
“You would have known if you weren’t preoccupied with bicycle bitch,” I reply angrily. I know it was more than just that, but that bitch is all I can think about right now.
“Fuck that shit! I did not pay her any attention.”
“You might not have flirted back with her but you never pushed her away either, and to me that’s just as bad.” My throat begins feelin’ tight when I think about how long I sat there by myself tonight, watchin’ that crap. “You really hurt my feelins’ tonight, Sawyer,” I whisper thickly.
His angry expression softens and he pulls me close again. “I’m sorry, Cupcake, you’re right, I’m a dick. I should have checked on you, I’m not used to worrying about anyone but myself, this girlfriend shit is all new to me. I got caught up in conversations and I thought you would have come over to me.” I stare into his eyes that shine bright with regret and sincerity. “But know this, Grace, I was caught up with old friends, not that bitch. Not any chick for that matter. You’re the only one that matters to me.”
My hurt and anger dissipating, I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my forehead on his. “Is that what I am, Sawyer? Your girlfriend?” I ask softly, wanting to finally label whatever this is.
He brings his hand up, cupping the side of my face, “You’re more than that, Grace, way fucking more.”
Happiness blooms in my chest from hearing him say that. Grabbing his hand, that’s on the side of his face, I kiss his palm. “Me too,” I say thickly.
Sawyer smirks, then with lightening flash speed he’s on top of me again, pinning me down. “Good, now let’s makeup.”
I laugh, “Didn’t we just do that?”
“Yeah, but that was earlier, now we have to make up for this past one,” leaning down, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I moan and decide if this is what’s goin’ to happen every time Sawyer and I fight then we just may need to do it more often.
The next morning I’m pulled from the best sleep of my life by a loud squeal, “Oh my god, Sawyer, quick, wake up! You’re never gonna believe this!” Grace yells excitedly from somewhere in the house.
Looking over at the clock I see it’s only eight am. Jesus, what the fuck is she doing up so goddamn early? I just finished fucking her for almost eight hours for christ sakes.
Just the thought of that has my dick roaring to life again. Shit, I’m pretty sure I’m never going to have enough of this girl. Being inside her was the best fucking thing
I’ve ever felt. If I thought I was addicted to her before, that’s nothing to what I feel now.
I hear the front door open, pulling me from my thoughts. Wondering what the hell she’s doing I get out of bed and throw on my jeans from last night, forgoing my underwear. I don’t even bother with the button, because now that she woke my ass up I plan to be back inside her.
Walking out of the room, I turn to the right and head towards the living room, when a blast of cold air hits me from the front door being left wide open.
“Jesus, woman, what the hell are you doing?” I grumble, walking towards the open door. As soon as I get a view of outside I stop dead in my tracks at the sight before me.
It’s colder than shit and snowing like a motherfucker. And there’s my Cupcake, face tilted up to the foggy grey sky, her arms raised out at her sides, palms up, catching the heavy fat flakes like it’s fucking gold. She’s wearing nothing but my shirt from the night before, and what I’m assuming is my sister’s winter boots that go up to her bare knees.
Realizing my presence, she brings her gaze to mine and gives me the biggest fucking smile I’ve ever seen on her. It’s like a blow to my chest; I swear it almost knocked me on my ass.
“Oh my gosh, Sawyer, ain’t it beautiful?”
“Yeah,” I say gruffly, not talking at all about the fucking snow. Leaning against the door jam, I watch her soak in something that was so simple to me but extraordinary for her. The heavy, white, sparkling flakes begin to coat her long, wavy blonde hair, and fall to her eyelashes. She is the most beautiful fucking sight I have ever seen.
