Page 85 of For the Record
Sawyer turned in Coy’s arms, her hands coming up to palm Coy’s cheeks as she held her in place for a kiss. “It’s dangerous.”
“I take every precaution,” Coy replied, relaxing into Sawyer’s touch. A soft moan escaped when Sawyer bit her lip. “Sweetheart, I promise.” She slid her hands to Sawyer’s hips and lifted her easily, walking the two steps to the closet’s threshold as Sawyer wrapped her legs around Coy’s waist. “First Aid kit and rations on me always.”
“You do know First Aid,” Sawyer agreed, meeting Coy halfway for another desperate, passion-filled kiss. Her nails scraped Coy’s fresh undercut as her fingers tangled in Coy’s locks. When the kiss ended, Coy slowly slid her lust-filled gaze past Sawyer’s swollen lips to see the worry and love darkening the depths of her storm-gray eyes. But there was also a burning attraction staring back at her.
“Watching you straddle that bike for the last hour …” A breathy sigh left Sawyer’s lips. “I want you to fuck me. Right here, with your strap on.”
Coy’s eyes widened a little, and she was at once glad she came packing tonight. As she pulled Sawyer in for another kiss, she had only one thought.
Well, shit. At least Abi gave the okay to be late.
“I may be allowing you to drive me around whenever we go out,” Sawyer said much later as they strode inside O’Rourke’s Pub. Patrons were gathered around the large flat screen on their right, cheering and drinking to the hockey game that was live-streaming. Sawyer narrowed her gaze on the group before clasping her hand around Coy’s arm. She gave it a light squeeze, leaned in, and added in a louder voice, “For now. But someday soon, we’ll take the Rover. I will drive.”
“Ooo-kay.”
The smell of burgers and steaks cooking on the grill wafted out from the kitchen, or maybe it was from a nearby table, but it had Coy’s mouth watering. She tilted her head to examine Sawyer closer, struggling to understand what she was saying between the lines. There was a stubborn look about her, as if Coy drivingwas an issue she’d been thinking about for days. Did it upset her that much?
“Erm … sorry,” Coy said to the three people behind them, still waiting to get in. Gently, she guided Sawyer to one of the few empty tables, pulled out the heavy wooden chair, and gestured for her to sit. She squatted in front of Sawyer, which probably looked odd, but Coy didn’t care. Something in her was screamingthis is the way,and who was she to ignore it?
“McCoy, what are you doing? People are staring,” Sawyer said through clenched teeth, her exquisite gaze scanning the crowded pub. Coy did the same, meeting raised eyebrows of several onlookers before glancing down at how she was positioned in front of Sawyer.
That’s not what I’m going for.
It looked like she was consoling Sawyer, but that wasn’t Coy’s intention at all. She wanted tosubmit. She considered herself a switch in the bedroom, yes, but when it came to matters of the heart, Sawyer owned hers.
Coy dropped down to her knees on the dirty pub floor, not caring who witnessed. They wouldn’t understand what was happening, how much significance the moment held. Only Frankie, if she was lurking somewhere nearby, would grasp the situation for what it was.
“Sweetheart, I’m nothing likehim.” Coy emphasized the last word, hoping to all hell Sawyer learned to completely trust in her. She stared up at the love of her life, feeling the second her heart began to race. She reveled in the feeling, hoping the crazy, heart-pounding joy she experienced for Sawyer never left in the years to come.
Studying Sawyer’s non verbals, Coy noticed the thudding pulse in the same spot she’d spent so much time kissing earlier. Right below her jawline. The erratic pulse was the only proof ofhow affected Sawyer was. Well, that and the tightness of her lips as she pursed them.
“It doesn’t matter to me who drives, Sawyer. If you want the control and the freedom, by all means, take it. I amyours. Whatever you want or need, okay? I will never try to control you. If you’d rather drive, I’ll be the best passenger prince ever.”
That evoked a tense smile from Sawyer. She reached out to skim her hand over the top of Coy’s hair, then down the side of her face to cup her cheek. “Well,” she said, finally, her smile widening ever so slightly, “sometimes I like when you drive. And when you hold the door open for me.”
Coy smiled back. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Now get up.” Sawyer glanced over Coy’s shoulder and grimaced. “I believe your friends have spotted us.”
Ugh, this’ll be good. Coy climbed to her feet and inwardly cringed as Abi and Taunya rushed over.
“Just a minute.” Sawyer stood as well. Coy felt her hand slip into hers, and then she was twisting Coy around to face her once more. Their eyes met, a flare of mischief in Sawyer’s, and then she dipped down to capture Coy in a kiss.
“That’s a power move if I ever saw one,” Taunya rang out behind them—and none too quietly either. Coy felt Sawyer smile into their kiss before she deepened the contact and brushed her tongue along Coy’s lips.
“It’s hot,” Abi said just as Sawyer pulled away, leaving Coy’s lips swollen and her brain filled with a prelude of what would hopefully transpire later that night.
“Hello, Abi, it’s nice to see you again. Congratulations on your engagement,” Sawyer greeted them coolly, and Coy witnessed Abi’s excitement as Sawyer held a hand out for her to take. “And you must be … Taunya?”
“That’s me. It’s great to finally meet you, Sawyer. You must have some kind of superpower to hold this playgirl down.” Taunya winked at Coy.
“Okay, har har,” Coy mocked with a roll of her eyes. She had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last teasing she’d hear tonight.
“C’mon. We’re at our usual corner booth,” Abi told them, her gaze flickering curiously to Coy before she and Taunya started back to their seats.
“‘Playgirl?’” Sawyer echoed, narrowing her eyes in blatant distaste.
It felt like a rock plummeted into the pit of Coy’s stomach at those words. Her cheeks grew hot, but not from embarrassment per se. Fromshame. She cleared her throat, admitting, “It’s been a running joke slash nickname for years.”