23
Sawyer’s room is illuminated by lamplight, as though he was worried that I’d hurt myself stumbling around in the dark. With his eyes closed and lashes casting shadows across his strong cheekbones, he looks like an angel who just fell from the sky—an angel with an insanely perfect body and just a sheet covering his middle.
My thighs are slick with sex, but rather than being mortified about that, I’m relieved. If I wasn’t so wet, sleeping with five men in one night might be a whole lot more painful than it is.
I strip off the shirt and slide into the bed next to Sawyer, snuggling in close to his warm body and running my hand over his chest. He rolls with his eyes still closed until his arms are wrapped around me, and one leg is thrown over my body, trapping me close.
“There you are,” he murmurs. “Are you having fun?”
“Fun? I guess that’s one word for it.” I snort.
He chuckles quietly, ducking his head into my neck and inhaling my scent. “You smell like peaches,” he says. “And sex.”
“Two delicious things,” I laugh.
“You have no idea. You know, when Cash suggested this setup, I thought he was crazy. Not because I didn’t want you. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you walking into the diner with your father. It’s more that I worried about how it was going to work. Would you be able to handle it? Would we feel jealous? But I think all my worries were for nothing.”
“You saw me going into the diner with my dad?”
“Yeah. You were wearing a black sweater with a heart on the front.”
“My birthday,” I say, smiling.
“You seemed happy,” Sawyer says, smiling at the memory.
“I was,” I say. “Wow. I can’t believe you remember that.”
“Seeing you…it was like a bolt of lightning.”
“Did you bang your head that day?” I smile, blushing.
“Nope. And when I told Cary, he told me he already had dibs on you.”
“Dibs?”
“Yeah, apparently he saw you first, although why that gives him dibs, I don’t know.”
“So what would have happened if Cary asked me out? Would you have stood by and watched us date?”
“I would have fought him for you,” Sawyer laughs, pretending to tip his hat.
“How very chivalrous,” I laugh, putting on a terrible British accent.
Rolling on top of me, he grins down, nudging my legs apart with his knees. “Are you sore?” He glances between my legs, but it’s not light enough to see anything.
“I’m not sore, but I’m getting very messy.”
“Messy is fine with me, but I can get a washcloth if you’d prefer. I can’t believe my brothers didn’t offer.”
“Your brothers slipped into a sex coma. I think wiping up their mess was the last thing on their minds, like usual.”
“Well, I always take care of my mess,” Sawyer says. He nuzzles my neck, kissing me softly and teasingly. “I think I want to have a first with you of my own,” he whispers. “Tell me what my brothers did to you, and I’ll figure something out.”
Even in the coolness of the room, my cheeks feel hotter than they should. Can I tell him the details of moments that felt so private? Should there be private moments between us all? So much of this is new to me.
“With Scott and Cary, they were on top, and with Colt, I was sitting in his lap.”
Sawyer smiles, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Does that mean I get to be the first one to fuck you from behind?”
“I guess. How does that work?”
“Well, you could be on your hands and knees, but I think we’ll save that for another day. Roll onto your side.”
Sawyer climbs off me, allowing me to roll over, and he takes his place behind me, wrapping his arm around my middle and tugging me against his body. “You see, like this, I can hold you tight. I can whisper in your ear and feel the way your body responds to mine. It’s more intimate, and I like that.”
His knees curl behind mine, and his cock slips and slides until it’s perfectly positioned to push inside me. He groans as he stretches me. My body is still so tight, even though two men with equally big cocks have already opened me up tonight. His fingers tease my nipples and squeeze my breasts as he eases in and out, and damn, it feels so good.
“This feels like nothing else,” he says. “Having you in my bed, knowing you’re gonna be here tomorrow and the day after. Knowing that this will only get better.”
Moaning, I grip onto his hand, holding it tightly against me. Behind me, his body feels powerful, his arm around me telling me he’s got me, and he’s never going to let me go. I’m too wrung out to come, I think. There’s only so much pleasure my body can take, but Sawyer has other ideas.