Page 86 of Making the Save
She hung up and turned to face me, triumphant and glorious.
“He likes it?”
“Loves it! Said he knew after one listen it was gold.”
“Told you.”
“Oh, you think you’re a music boss now?”
“I think I’m the boss of you.”
Her eyes flared and her cheeks went pink. A little thing we’d learned while fucking like bunnies. Sydney liked to be bossed around. Sydney liked to be chased and caught. She liked when I took control and delivered pleasure right to her door.
Me? I fucking loved it. Something I’d only just found out about myself.
It was my way of taking care of a woman who hadn’t been taken care of once in her life.
“You better start running, little girl,” I said, playing her favorite game.
Sydney was fast and I let her stay ahead of me. The flash of her panties under my over-sized t-shirt she wore to bed, was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. She made it around the house and back to the soft grass before I wrapped my arms around her and sent both of us to the ground. Landing on my back so she didn’t get hurt.
She fought until I rolled her over on her back, both her hands over her head, held down by one of mine. The other I slipped under that shirt of hers. Over the taut skin of her belly. She gave me one more good heave, trying to buck me off, but I was way too heavy and I was done playing.
“I like it when you run,” I said.
“I like it when you chase,” she whispered.
I shoved that shirt out of my way, sucking on her nipples, until she started to writhe beneath me.
“Wyatt,” she cried, arching up into my mouth, trying to get her hands free. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t ready yet.
Another thing we’d learned in these weeks together. She loved sucking cock. Something about it made her soaking wet.
“Let me,” she whispered. “Come on, you know you want to. I’ll suck it so good…”
Fuck. I mean, I was just a man. How much was I supposed to withstand? I let go of her hands and got to my feet.
She was such a picture in the grass. Those pink nipples. The creamy skin of her breasts covered in red beard scrapes. Her pale blue panties, twisted and pushed aside. Her eyes hazy with desire.
“Let’s do it here,” she said.
“Nope. Condoms are inside.” I reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling her up and over my shoulder so I could carry her inside.
“You know,” she said, smacking my ass as I walked up the stairs. “I don’t think you should get used to carrying me this way.”
I shouldn’t get used to any of this, I thought, and pushed it away. It was the truth, but we still had time in this paradise before we had to get back to reality. Though, I might have made our return a little quicker by getting her to send that song to her producer.
I tossed her down on the pull-out couch that we hadn’t folded up this morning. For some reason, we just mutually agreed that this was our bed for as long as we were in the cabin. Maybe it was the lingering memory of the raccoon. Or maybe because it was ours together. We’d bought it, the sheets, the blankets and the pillows.
She sat on the edge and pulled my sweatpants down. My cock, hard and already dripping and eager for her.
“Wyatt,” she whispered. “I love your…cock.”
That hesitation, any time she referred to my dick, got me every time.
I cupped my hand around her cheek, my fingers creeping into her hair. “Show me how much you love it,” I groaned.
She cupped my cock in her hand, tilting it towards her mouth. She licked her lips and looked up at me through her lashes. Evil fucking fairy. Evil fucking light of my goddamn life.