“No, son, you’re not getting it. I’m not disappointed, I was mad because I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you; it’s something that this family would have never been able to overcome Sawyer. That day we got the call about you and Cade…” he lets out another breath, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “well it almost broke us all, especially your Mother.”
My chest pulls uncomfortably tight at thinking what that phone call did to them all. “One day, when you have kids, you will understand what I’m talking about. But what I’m trying to say now is… I do understand, and a lot of it is because of that girl you brought here. Your mom told me some of what’s going on, and I’m damn proud of you for stepping in to help her. I’m glad you’re trained to protect her, and well… I’m just goddamn proud of you period, kid.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I reply gruffly.
He pulls me in for a hug, something he hasn’t done since the day I told him I was joining the Navy. After a few claps on the back he stands back, but keeps ahold of my shoulders, “Now I want you to listen to me. I know we both can be arrogant sons of a bitches, because of our crazy good looks,” we both smirk as he says this, “but that girl you brought here is a special one, Sawyer, just like your mom. Do you understand what I’m telling you, son?”
I nod, “Yeah, Dad, I do and I know she is. I care about her a lot. Actually, I think I’m in love with her.”
He shakes his head, “No, you don’t think, you know. Because you’re not stupid, so whatever you have to do, you keep her.”
I grin, “That’s been my plan the whole time.”
He smirks back, “Good. Now go tell your mom I made up with you, so she will talk to me again.”
I chuckle and start to walk away when my dad pulls me in for one more hug. “I love you, Sawyer.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
Later on, Grace and I are trucking through the snow, on the way back to the guesthouse. I’m walking a little faster than normal and notice her having a hard time keeping up. I know I should slow down but I’m fucking dying to be inside of her again.
She looks up at me with a sweet smile, having no idea what I’m thinking. “I’m real happy you and your dad worked out your differences.”
I grunt, “Yeah and it’s all because some nosy little blonde chick, who smells like cupcakes, couldn’t mind her own business,” I reply with no heat.
“Hmmm, those damn chicks that smell like cupcakes. Where do they get off?” she tries to say it seriously, but laughs the whole time.
Smirking, I shake my head at her. She looks back at me with a little gleam in her eye before she leans down and grabs a handful of snow. I watch her as she tries to compact it, but she has no fucking clue what she’s doing.
“Oh, Cupcake, I wouldn’t start that shit if I were you. I am the fucking king of snowball fights, and you do not…” My words get cut off when a big pile of snow hits me right in the face. It’s loose and not compacted at all, so it pretty much just sprinkles on me.
She laughs her ass off as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. “You were saying?” she says sassily.
“Just remember, baby, you were warned.”
Knowing I’m about to come for her she turns and runs. I even give her a few second head start before I go after her. It takes me no time to reach her; she screams as I take her to the ground and roll her underneath me. “Oh my god! Get off me, it’s freezin’,” she shouts, laughing.
“No, Cupcake, this isn’t freezing. This is freezing…” Taking a huge pile of snow I shove it under her shirt, beneath her jacket, and spread it along her bare stomach.
She squeals and tries to squirm away. “Oh my god… please stop! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise.”
I smirk as she begs for mercy, “You want up?”
“Yes!” she shouts, trying to get away. Little does she realize the more she squirms underneath me the harder my dick gets.
“Then say: Sawyer has a big dick.”
She freezes for a second then bursts out laughing, “What? No way, I ain’t sayin’ that!”
I shake my head. “All right…” I reach for snow again.
“Oh my god, no stop. Okay, okay… Sawyer has a big dick,” She rolls her eyes but her cheeks turn pinker from embarrassment rather than the cold.
“Good girl,” I whisper, leaning down I nuzzle her neck, and my tongue runs along her smooth delicate skin. Her sweet smell penetrates my senses and her moans spike my already hard dick to full intensity.
“Now say: I want Sawyer to fuck me.”
She lets out another moan, this one a mixture of need and frustration, “Uhhh, Sawyer, stop bein’ a sexy jerk and let me up.”
“You know what you have to say, baby, if you want up.” Then, to drive the point home, I slam my hard cock between her sweet thighs.
She lets out the sexiest fucking whimper, “I want you to fuck me.”
A growl erupts from my chest, and I kiss the shit out of her. As much as I want to fuck her right here in the snow I have other plans in mind. So a few seconds later I reluctantly pull my mouth away, pick her up and carry her sexy ass to the house.
She laughs when I start jogging. “This shit isn’t funny, Cupcake. I’ve been dying to get my cock inside you all day.”
She rolls her eyes, “You’re lucky that you’re gonna get any from me after the snow you just shoved up my shirt, Sawyer.”
I smirk, “Don’t worry, baby, we’re going to hit the hot tub to warm up.”