Page 49 of Falling for You

“Can’t believe you had the nerve to take this girl out in public, Sawyer. You know she’s the one that turned your cousin in, right?” Duncan is the first to speak. I only recognize him because the douche once threw a keg into my uncle’s pool and I had to fish it out.

I cross my arms and mimic their stances. “Yep, and I was right there when she did it too. Brad deserved it. Do you have a problem with us?” I flex my upper arms slightly and step closer to Duncan. He’s the same size as me, but I’m not scared. He’s an idiot who probably hasn’t ever been in a real fight. If it comes to it, I can more than defend myself. Even against three of them.

“Well, three against one seems a little unfair, so I’ll back off for now.” He smirks and holds his hands up. “Besides, wouldn’t want to piss good old Marge off.” Marge glares at him from her position behind the counter.

Marge yells over at him. “That’s right, asshole. Don’t mess up my place with no fightin’. I’m not afraid to put your ass in jail either.”

He yells back. “It’s fine, Marge. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” The other guys laugh mockingly and I look over to check on Ronnie. She’s pale and I can tell she’s shaken up. I put my arm around her and we walk around the guys. I don’t give a shit about them or what they have to say. I need to get my girl out of here.

“I guess you’re just like your dad, huh Sawyer?” Duncan calls after me as I push open the door. I can’t help but turn around at that. He continues. “Just as disloyal as he was to family. At least he betrayed his family for money. All you did it for was some pussy.”

I start to lunge towards him, but Ronnie grabs my upper arm. I glance back at her and a tear runs down her face. “Please, let’s go. Let’s go.” Her voice is shaky and barely a whisper, and I grimace.

I turn around again and put my hand on the small of her back as I push the door open. “Alright baby, let’s go.”

Chapter Forty-Six

There goes that ominous music again. -Ronnie

Ronnie

Sawyer is quiet the whole way back to my house. I watch him closely. His jaw keeps ticking with anger and his hands are flexing and curling around the steering wheel. I can feel the rage coming off him in waves. I’m racking my brain for something neutral to talk about. How about that weather? How about…something with sports? Shoot…I don’t even know any of the team names. Ugh. Is this how all dates go? From fun and light to heavy and dark? I have a feeling it’s just us.

We park in front of my house and I can’t help but sigh heavily. I look over at Sawyer as I unbuckle my seatbelt. “Sorry,” I say quietly. I’m not sure what I’m even sorry for but somehow it seems appropriate.

“No, I’m sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He sounds so sad that it breaks my heart. “I wish I could get out of here. No one will ever forget my past or my father’s stupidity. I’m always going to be judged by him, and I need to get over it. There’s so many jerks in this town that relish bringing it up.”

His hand is laying on the middle console. I lay my hand over his. He watches me as I slowly bring his hand to my lips. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has made mistakes, and you shouldn’t be judged for someone else’s. Believe me, I know exactly how this town is. I can’t wait to get out of here either.”

“Ronnie, you’re good and pure. I’ve messed up so many times. I feel better just sitting next to you.” His brown eyes are so full of adoration that I can’t help but giggle like the flustered teenage girl I am. I can’t get over this giddy excited feeling this boy gives me.

My voice is low and teasing when I lean closer to him. “I’m not always pure. I’ve had plenty of impure thoughts since the other night.” Who is this seductress and wild child? Surely, not me. Ooh, I like this side of myself.

Apparently, he does too. His eyes are hooded as he looks back at me. “What kind of impure thoughts have you had, sweet girl?”

Okay, so I have no idea what to say to that. I love reading naughty romance novels, and I may have even tried writing some erotica myself. But talking about it? I close my eyes for a second. Come on, inner vixen, you’re in there somewhere.

I open my eyes and stare deep into Sawyer’s eyes. I see the same wants and needs I have mirrored in his gaze. “I’ve been thinking about you every night when I go to bed. I think about taking you in my mouth again. I think about what it would feel like to have your fingers inside me, making me come. I think about what it would feel like to have you inside of me.”

He leans closer to me. His breathing is heavy and he watches me closely as my tongue darts out to wet my lips. I tingle everywhere from awareness. He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and I almost moan just from the contact.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Ronnie, and I’m going to struggle to control myself, because I am going to stay in control. We’re sitting across the street from your dad’s house and I can’t do everything I want to here. I also am not going to take you until you’re completely ready. That doesn’t mean I don’t want you with every breath I take. Can you see how hard you make me, sweet girl?”

I gape a little as I take in the tightness of his dress pants. He’s obviously aroused, probably to the point of painfulness. I did that? A shiver runs through me and my sex clenches.

I nod at him and give him a slight smirk. “Just kiss me already. Too much talk.”

His mouth curves and he leans closer so that his lips touch mine in the barest of kisses. “But I like talking dirty to you.” His voice is so husky that it turns me on more. The gentle touch of his lips vibrates through me. I throw my arms around his neck. The kiss deepens into something more. His tongue sweeps across mine and I grip the back of his neck tighter. I want him closer. I want him pressed up against me. He pulls me closer until my breasts are pushed up against his chest. I feel his hand push my shirt up slightly so that he caresses my stomach. Our kiss grows wild and he rocks into me.

We’re both out of breath when we pull apart. I place my forehead against his as we gasp for air. “That was some good night kiss.” A small laugh escapes me and he chuckles.

Sawyer pulls back from me and gently touches my hair. His eyes are still glazed with lust and I can’t help but think to myself: I put that look in his eyes. This hot guy wants me that much. I could get used to this.

“You have no idea what you do to me. Let’s get you inside before I can’t be good anymore and I do something that makes your dad kick my ass.”

My smile is huge as I climb out of the truck. We walk up the front walkway to the door hand in hand. At the door, he gives me a small peck and I bury my head in his shoulder for a second. I breathe his masculine scent in and he places a small kiss on the top of my head. I really don’t want him to leave and I don’t want the night to end, but I know it’s time.

We separate quickly when my dad opens the door. Loudly. Then clears his throat. I have a hard time keeping a straight face because I know he’s probably been waiting by the door for the last hour.