Being Sawyer Knight (Souls of the Knight 1)

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, my voice rough and eager as I continued to tug myself off. “Fuck yes! I’m coming, Sawyer. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.” On the note of my last word, my orgasm began. Pleasure radiated from the base of my spine, spreading through my hips and down into my balls, drawing them up into my body as spurts of creamy white spunk shot out all over my stomach.

“Oh…my…fuck!” Sawyer rasped, digging his fingers into my arse cheeks as he crashed into me one last time.

His body juddered above me as his breath came in short, fast pants. He was fucking stunning. Angling his head down, his damp fringe concealed one of his eyes and instinctively I reached up with my fingers and brushed it aside. His cheeks were flushed, the skin on his body glistening. My waning erection started stirring again at the sight of him still inside me. The real thing was so much better than any one of the thousand dreams I’d had about this moment.

It was, and he was, perfect.

“That was… amazing,” I breathed, still a little breathless. “You were amazing.”

“It was? I mean… I did ok?”

His nerves about pleasing me made me smile. Sure, he’d had sex before. Hell, if the papers were to be believed he’d bedded more women than he’d had hot meals. But this was a first for him in so many ways and it felt amazing to know he’d chosen me to take those first steps with.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Sawyer, that was the single most amazing moment of my life. Did you not feel it too?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, sighing. “Yeah I did.”

Smiling proudly, I ran my fingers down his arm.

“Come on. Let’s get cleaned up. Then we can talk.”

“Talk? About what?”

“Anything. Everything. I don’t just want you for sex, Sawyer. I want you for who you are, and there’s so much I’ve missed while I was away. It’s time to start getting to know each other again.”

Pinching the condom around the base of his softening cock, Sawyer eased out of me, immediately leaving me feeling like a piece of me was missing. He crawled off the bed and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and came back with a damp towel. His hand hovered over my stomach for a moment, as if wondering whether he should clean me up. Laughing softly, I took the towel from him and proceeded to wipe myself clean. Then, after tossing it onto the floor, I patted the mattress next to me for him to join me.

I didn’t want the night to end.

Chapter Nine

“How do you feel?” Jake asked, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

Hmm. How did I feel?

“Strange.”

“Um, okaaaay. Good strange or bad strange?”

“Good. I think. It’s difficult to explain.”

“Try,” he coaxed gently, curiosity lacing his smooth voice. His hand reached the top of my arm again but instead of going back down he stretched up and ran his fingers through my hair. I unconsciously nuzzled into his touch, like a cat rubbing against a leg. It didn’t make sense to me how natural it felt to be with him this way. Naked, cuddling… touching.

“I feel…ugh how do I put this? It’s like, ever since you left I’ve been surrounded by people. Friends, women, the guys, then fans, management, press… yet I’ve never felt so fucking alone. Now…” I trailed off, sucking in a shaky breath. “Now I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

“God, Sawyer, I’ve felt exactly the same for all these years.”

I smiled lovingly at him. It was the type of smile that came naturally, the kind that take no effort, the type that make your heart swell in your chest.

“What about the sex?” he added with a devilish grin. “How did that make you feel?”

“Amazing,” I sighed, my dick tingling at the memory. “I didn’t know it would feel that good. But… does it feel good to, you know, be on the other end?”

“Are you asking me if it feels good to bottom?” he asked with a faint smirk.

“Yeah,” I shrugged.

“Yes, it does,” he answered without hesitation. “Takes a bit of getting used to, but I promise you when I get to fuck that tight arse of yours you’ll never want me to come out.”

My breath caught in my throat. The idea of being taken that way kind of terrified me, but at the same time my dick throbbed at the thought. Was it so appealing because it was a man suggesting he would do those things to me, or because it was Jake? My best friend. My…

Well, I’m not too sure what he is yet.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you,” he added, snapping me back to the present. “You went a little white there for a second,” he teased, stroking down the side of my face. I smiled, I think. I was still a little too paranoid about the nerves I was putting out to be sure. “What happened here?”

Using the tip of his forefinger, Jake traced the length of the scar above my left eyebrow. It’s barely noticeable these days, unless you’re as close up as Jake was.

“Jerry happened.” Damn, I was hoping I’d never have to have this conversation again.

“Your stepdad?”

“Yeah.”

Please don’t ask me to elaborate.

“What the hell happened?”

“We got in a fight, that’s all.”

“About what?”

“Dammit, Jake, does it matter?”

“Whoa…I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Slowly stroking his way down from my face, along my neck and down to my chest, he laid gentle kisses along my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I said, guilt making my voice gruff. “You didn’t upset me. It’s just… it wasn’t a good time for me back then.”

“Talk to me, Sawyer. I want to get to know you again. All of you.”

The concern dulling his usually bright blue eyes made my chest ache, and in that moment I couldn’t have refused him anything.

“The day at the bus station. The day when you… kissed me… someone saw us. One of Jerry’s friends. When I got home he threw me against the wall and beat the living shit out of me.”