Page 19 of Betting On Her
“You being mad at me won’t keep me from taking care of you.”
He carries me to our room and then lays me across the bed. After that, he pulls off my panties and then pushes my shirt up to reveal my bare stomach and breasts.
“Sawyer,” I moan. I’m already soaked, and we haven’t done anything.
“Just need a taste.” He’s staring between my legs as he lowers himself to the floor.
“Please.” The way I’m begging should be embarrassing, but I don’t care. I spread my legs wider because I’m desperate for him. Desperate for this connection that has always been so perfect between us.
His mouth brushes against my sex before his tongue circles my clit. “You don’t have to beg, kitten. Nothing will stop me from eating your pussy.”
He buries his face against me and grabs both of my thighs like they’re life preservers. He licks and sucks at me, drinking up every ounce of my pleasure and demanding more. One orgasm leads into another and he’s feasting on me like a starved man.
At one point I shake my head because I don’t think I can take it anymore, but that doesn’t stop Sawyer. His tongue is relentless on my clit, and it demands I give him another.
“Sawyer!” I scream as my back comes off the bed and another orgasm crashes through my body. I’m lost in pleasure, and there’s nothing else that matters.
He climbs up my body while I’m still in a daze, but when I feel his lips on mine, I kiss him back. He’s hovering over me as the blunt head of his cock brushes my clit, and that’s when I feel it. The warmth of his release splashes all over my sex, and he shakes with the force of it.
After a long, quiet moment, his fingers skim across my stomach, and he strokes me back and forth. Then he leans down and places a single kiss to my stomach before he pulls my shirt down to cover it.
He tucks me into bed before sliding in beside me and kissing my temple. “I’ll always give you what you need, kitten. Always. ”
Chapter Twelve
SAWYER
The next time Chloe wakes up, I grab the giant fluffy robe I got her for Valentine's Day last year and wrap her in it. She’s still sleepy as I do but insists that she doesn’t want to stay in bed all day. Once I’ve got her bundled up, I grab the thermos of tea I made for us and take her to the back patio.
Our place is close to the city but has a beautiful outdoor space we transformed after we moved in. I’ve already got the wood burning in the fire pit and brought some blankets out here in case she gets cold.
“What’s all this?” she asks once I bring her over to the couch.
“We need to talk, and I don’t want to do in there.” I nod toward the house. “That’s always been our safe place away from everything, and I want to keep it that way.”
“So we’re going to argue outside?” She looks confused, but there’s a hint of a smile that I don’t miss.
“We’re not going to argue. I’m going to tell you everything, and if you want to get mad and yell at me, you have every right. I just want to protect the peace we’ve created in our home. It’s sacred to me, and so are you. I want our kids to run around this house and feel that same love. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it’s important to me.”
She threads her fingers through mine, and I feel her squeeze them. “Okay.”
“The day you moved to the city was poker night.” She nods, and I take a deep breath. “Before you got there, Paul was on one of his tangents about his dad getting married and giving away all his money.”
“My mom?—”
“I know, just let me explain.” I hand her a mug of warm tea and then put a blanket over her lap.
“You’re right. Keep going.” She holds the mug and takes a sip while I start again.
“Even before that night, I’d started pulling away from these scheduled get-togethers. I liked a couple of the guys from college, but Paul was brought in through a friend of a friend, and I never liked him. Luke would beg me to come to poker night, and it wasn’t like I had much else going on. It was hard to make excuses not to go, but the more I went, the worse it got.” I sit back against the couch and pull Chloe’s feet in my lap. “So the night Paul hosted at his place, he invited his friends and Luke and me. Luke got a flat on the way and didn’t make it, so I was stuck there with Paul and several guys I barely knew.”
Chloe is watching me, and I hate what I’m about to tell her.
“It wasn’t only alcohol getting Paul worked up. I walked in on him and one of his buddies doing lines in the bathroom.”
“Are you serious?” She looks genuinely shocked, and I nod.
“I didn’t say anything to you because I told myself it might have been a one-night thing. But I know I only convinced myself of that because I thought you might not want to be with me because of it.”