Page 99 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
Don’t think about it, Grace.
At least the one good thing that came from all this is Miguel has been sentenced to life in prison with no chance of ever gettin’ parole. Detective Ramirez called a week ago with the news. Miguel was not only convicted for my Mother’s death, but also for the part he played in the forensic scientist’s murder. The judge who let him out came clean and admitted to everythin’ after being questioned; he is also facing charges of his own now. I had thought about going to Miguel’s sentencing, but after talking with Sawyer I decided against it. Miguel is someone I never want to see again for any reason. The phone call from Detective Ramirez was satisfying enough, an early Christmas present he had said.
Shaking myself from my thoughts, I walk into our room to see Sawyer sittin’ up in bed, glaring at me. “Why aren’t you naked?”
Biting back a smile, I roll my eyes then kneel on the floor to give Chuckie his stocking first. “Merry Christmas my sweet, precious boy. This is for bein’ the best dog a girl could ever have. I love you very much.” I give him a bunch of kisses before letting him chow down on all the treats that are inside.
Standing up, I see Sawyer still glarin’ at me. “Don’t pout, it’s not sexy,” I tease then chuckle when his eyes narrow even more. “Don’t worry, I got somethin’ for my other special guy too.”
I lay the big present on his lap and the two smaller ones beside him, before hopping on the other side of him. “Hurry up and open it,” I clap excitedly.
“I told you not to get me anything,” he grumbles.
“And I told ya I was goin’ to anyways, so be quiet and open it already.”
Chuckling, he starts opening the big one first and I begin to feel nervous again.
“Holy shit, Cupcake, this is awesome. How did you get this?” he asks, surprised, while staring at his Hockey Jersey that I had framed for him.
“Your mom mailed it to me. I did a pretty good job at hidin’ it from you, didn’t I?” I say proudly.
He grins, “Yeah, baby, really good. I had no idea.”
“Okay, now this one,” I hand him the one I want him to open next and keep the other I want saved for last.
Unwrapping the black leather book, he begins to flip through the pages of the scrapbook I had made of all the years he played hockey. From every picture that was ever taken to all the newspaper clippings his dad kept.
Getting to the last page he reads the words I had scripted on it:
Silver Creek’s hockey legend #11 Sawyer Evans
He gives me an arrogant, sexy grin, “Damn straight, Cupcake.” I roll my eyes and giggle, “Do ya like it?”
“Yeah, baby, I love it. Thank you.” Leaning over he gives me a quick hard kiss.
“You are very welcome… Okay now this one.”
I hand him the last one shyly, my cheeks already starting to turn pink from a blush.
Sheesh, get a grip, Grace.
It’s somethin’ I still can’t believe I did, but havin’ Julia and Kayla do it too made it a little easier.
As soon as he gets a glimpse of the picture, his smile vanishes and his eyes turn to fire. “Oh fuck me!”
I feel my blush deepen as he stares at the 8 x 10 boudoir photo of me in his hockey jersey.
I clear my throat nervously, “Uh, Katelyn has this friend that takes these kind of pictures and well… I hope you don’t mind I used your hockey jersey before framin’ it.”
Oh god, did I seriously just say that? You’re such an idiot, Grace.
Sawyer laughs, but it’s strained. “Jesus, Grace, I don’t fucking mind at all. Baby, you look hot as fuck, I’m ready to come just looking at this fucking picture.”
Smilin’, I crawl over and straddle him. Feeling his erection under me starts a minor ache between my own legs.
“One more thing,” I say softly.
I give him a light kiss before turning the picture over, for him to read the back. His hungry expression turns soft as he reads the words I wrote for him:
Sexy Sawyer,
You may be a legend in Silver Creek, but you will always be a hero to me. I love you more than words can express.
Love,
Your Cupcake
After he’s done reading it, he looks up at me with an expression I can’t decipher. Dropping the picture to the side, he frames my face with his hands and gives me one heck of a delicious kiss. One that has my heart skippin’ a beat, and warmth blooming through my whole body.
I wrap my arms around his neck and give just as good as I get. Groaning, his hands mold to my ass, but before things can get too hot and heavy, I ask the one thing I’m dying to know…
“Sawyer?” I mumble against his lips.
“What baby?” he replies, barely breaking our kiss.
“Where’s my present?”
He stops abruptly and pulls back to look at me. His mouth splits into a big grin before he bursts out laughing.
I bite my lip, trying to hold in my own giggle, but can’t.
He playfully slaps a palm to his forehead. “Damn, Cupcake, I knew I forgot something.”
Still laughing, I shake my head knowing he’s lying. Sawyer would never forget to get me a gift for any occasion, especially our first Christmas together. And although he’s already everythin’ I’ve ever wanted, I’m not goin’ to lie and say it hasn’t been killin’ me to know what he got me.
“Okay, you’re right. Let’s get dressed and we’ll go get your present,” he says with a mischievous grin.
“It’s not here?”
“Nope.”
“Scared you weren’t goin’ to be able to hide it from me, Sexy Sawyer?” I ask teasingly.
“Yeah, something like that,” he chuckles, then slaps my ass playfully. “Now go get dressed, time’s a wasting. But nothing fancy, just throw on sweats or something.”
“Eeeekkk!” I hop off him excitedly. I don’t bother to remove my white booty shorts and matching tank that I slept in. I opt for the quickest route of throwing on my comfy, soft pink sweats and matching pink zippered hoodie.
