28. Violet

Chapter 28

Violet

Jake is already falling asleep by the time I help him into bed after making sure he brushed his teeth. He’s still wearing Sawyer’s jersey, but it’s so big on him that it’s basically a pajama shirt anyway, so I decide not to fight him on it. I make sure he’s tucked in tight under the covers and brush his hair out of his face, smiling at him.

“I’m glad you had a good time tonight.”

He smiles back, his eyelids drooping. “I always have a good time with you, Ms. Violet,” he says and sits up to wrap his arms around my neck, melting me. “Good night.”

“Good night, sweetie,” I whisper back and peck a kiss on the top of his head as I tuck him back in.

I slip back to my room to get cleaned up and ready for bed myself, and I’m just finishing up when I hear the front door open and close downstairs. My lip finds its way between my teeth as I hesitate. I want to check on him, but I’m not really sure if that falls within the bounds of our new “no strings” fun arrangement.

But the worry that jolted through me when I saw him take that hit still hasn’t fully subsided. I need to see him, just to check and make sure he’s really okay, so I slip out of my room and catch him just as he reaches the top of the stairs.

He stops when he sees me, still gripping the pommel of the banister.

“How are you feeling?” I whisper, careful not to wake up Jake. “Does it hurt?”

He shrugs. “Like I said, I’ve had worse.”

I roll my eyes at him. “That’s not what I asked. I asked, does it hurt ?”

A weary smile curves his lips at my insistent tone. “Yeah, heartbreaker. It hurts like hell.”

Hearing him admit that makes my own chest ache. I hate seeing him in pain, and I wish I knew what to do to fix it. But there’s probably not much to do except give it time, since clearly the team medical staff didn’t think his injuries were serious enough to warrant a lot of concern.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He chuckles. “Don’t be. You weren’t the one who bodychecked me into the boards.”

“No, but I wish I…” Lifting a shoulder. “I wish I could do something.”

“You can.”

Reaching out, he tips my chin up with his thumb and forefinger. My pulse picks up as he takes a step closer to me, tilting my head so that our gazes stay locked. When he’s this close, standing just inches away from me, I’m always more aware of the height difference between us, of how big and strong and solid he is.

But even solid things can be broken .

That flicker of worry passes through me again, and despite the heat simmering beneath my skin, I shake my head.

“Sawyer, you’re injured. I don’t think we should?—”

“Do you want me to beg, heartbreaker?” His eyes gleam like liquid metal, his breath warm on my lips as he drops his head a little. “Because I will.”

There’s nothing in his tone that suggests he’s joking, and my stomach flips over as my thighs unconsciously clench.

“Are you sure?” I whisper. “You just said it hurts like hell.”

His hand slides around to cradle the back of my head, and even though that’s the only place where we’re touching, goosebumps dance across my skin.

“Please,” he murmurs, his voice so low I have to strain to hear him in the quiet hallway. “I need you. I need to feel something good.”

The way he talks about me, as if I’m the antidote to the pain he’s feeling, makes something protective and possessive flare in my chest. Without a word, I reach for his hand, linking our fingers together and leading him toward his bedroom.

He pushes the door open, his hungry gaze locked on me as he ushers me inside, and as soon as it shuts behind us, he tugs sharply on my hand, spinning me around to face him. His other hand cups my jaw as his lips crash down on mine, claiming my mouth in a hot kiss. He slides his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open for him, making a soft noise as I go up onto my tiptoes.

My hands move up to tug off his shirt, but when they graze his ribs, he hisses out a breath. I yank them back, cringing.

“Shit, sorry!” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Worth it,” Sawyer growls and pulls me back into him, his mouth claiming mine again. I’m more careful where I let my hands wander this time, wrapping my arms around his neck and sliding my fingers into his hair as he kisses me so deeply that it bends me backward a little.

“I wouldn’t have guessed you were a masochist,” I tease when we break apart, and he huffs a laugh.

“I wouldn’t say ‘masochist.’” He wraps a hand around my hair, tilting my head back and nipping at my lips. “More like ‘addict.’”

I make a plaintive noise as we kiss again, because I think I know what he means. I feel addicted to this already—to the way he touches me, the way he looks at me, the filthy things he says to me. We’ve only just started this friends with benefits thing, and I feel like he already knows my body better than any other man I’ve ever been with. Almost better than me .

Without pulling his lips away from mine, he guides me carefully toward his bed. We keep kissing as we take our clothes off piece by piece until we’re both down to our underwear. Sawyer reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor beside me as his gaze rakes over me.

My hand twitches as I have the instinctive impulse to rest it over my scar, but I don’t. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I don’t want to cover up the mark or hide any part of myself.

It’s hard to put into words what the hungry look on his face does to me, but when he gazes at me like this, I feel like the most desirable woman in the world. It’s intoxicating, and it only makes me want him more.

“We have to be careful,” I tell him, my gaze dropping to the ugly bruise that’s already blooming across his ribs. “I won’t forgive myself if I hurt you any more.”

Sawyer nods, giving me a heated smirk as he slides my panties down over my hips, letting them fall to the floor. “I’ll let you do all the work, how about that?”

I laugh, although it turns into a moan as he drags two thick fingers through my pussy lips. I’m already wet for him, and I know he can feel it. “Good boy.”

“ Fuck .” He bites out a curse, crushing his lips to mine again. He fucks me with his fingers as his tongue delves possessively into my mouth, and when the kiss breaks, he rests his forehead against mine. “Never thought I had a praise kink, but Jesus, hearing you call me that is such a goddamn turn on. Say it again, heartbreaker.”

I grin, my nipples pebbling as he keeps playing with my pussy. Giving him a sultry look, I whisper, “Be a good boy and get on the bed so I can ride your cock.”

His fingers curl inside me, making my knees wobble, and he kisses me hard again. But when we separate, he moves toward his closet instead of the bed. I make an incensed noise, and he laughs softly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be good for you,” he promises. “I’ll lie down and let you ride me until you come all over my cock. I want to feel you fucking soak me, baby. But I need to get something first.”

I watch curiously as he retrieves something from a small, narrow dresser inside his closet. I can’t quite tell what it is, and I lose focus on it momentarily as I notice the way he winces as he crawls onto the mattress. He’s definitely still in pain, but I do think this is helping to distract him.

Good .

I wait until he’s situated on the bed, his upper body propped up a little against the headboard, then climb up after him and kneel beside him. His thick cock is tenting his boxer briefs, and I carefully stretch the waistband over his length, then work them down his legs before tossing them aside.

From this angle, I have an even better view of the piercings than I did last time he fucked me, and I can’t help but reach out to run my fingers over the little silver balls at the end of each barbell.

Sawyer shudders at my touch, his cock twitching slightly, but when I straddle his waist, he holds up a hand to stop me.

“What is it?” I ask quickly, worried I missed seeing one of his bruises and accidentally hurt him.

“Before you show me just how well you can take my cock, I have something for you,” he says, his eyes burning with something I can’t quite decipher. “If you want it.”

“What is it?” I ask, glancing down at his closed fist, where he’s holding whatever he grabbed from the closet.

“Close your eyes.”

I purse my lips but squeeze them shut.

“Good. Now hold out your hand. Palm up.”

Again, I do what I’m told, and a second later I feel something cold and metallic fall into my palm.

“Open your eyes,” Sawyer murmurs.

My gaze shoots down to my hand, where I find what looks like a miniature set of battery jumper cables joined together by a little chain. Recognition hits me a second later, and my heart jumps into my throat.

“Are these…?” I trail off, rolling them around on my palm as my clit throbs—because I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.

“Nipple clamps? Yeah, they are.”

My eyes widen as I lift one of the clamps and pinch it between my fingers to open it. I reach out to put one on him, but he laughs and shakes his head.

“Uh uh, heartbreaker. They aren’t for me.”

A rush of heat floods me, and I swallow. My knees are braced on either side of his hips, and I’m so fucking wet that I’m sure he can see it. Hell, he can probably feel it.

“Is this because I told you they were on my bucket list?” I ask, biting my lip.

He made me give him a detailed run-down of everything on my list that I’ve always wanted to try, and now I’m starting to think he truly took me seriously when I joked about checking every item off before I leave Denver.

He shrugs, watching my face. “Of course. I take my duties as the friend you have sex with very seriously.”

That makes me laugh, and I lean down to kiss him, bracing my hand on the headboard.

“I like that you have a kinky side,” I whisper against his lips.

His large hands grip my hips, digging into the soft flesh there as he pulls me down a little so that my pussy grinds against his cock.

“Oh, heartbreaker. You have no idea. I know from what fell out of your suitcase that you’ve got the one toy, but I’ve got a lot more.”

My heart kicks against my ribs, my clit pulsing needily, and he takes the nipple clamps back from me, holding them up as he looks at me with an expression that makes my toes curl.

“I want to see you wear these,” he says. “Will you do it? I want to watch them bounce while you get yourself off on my cock.”

Jesus, the mouth on this man .

“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”

He smirks. “Oh no, heartbreaker. God didn’t get these for you. I did.”

He leans away from the headboard to kiss me again, catching me off guard, but I lean into it. I’m still a bit worried about hurting him further after the hit he took during the game, but he seems undaunted. Without ever pulling his lips away from mine, he takes one of my breasts in his hand and applies the first clamp.

A sharp pinch of pain floods me, followed immediately by a rush of pleasure, and I gasp into his mouth. “Holy shit.”

“Is it okay? Too much pressure?”

“No, it’s amazing,” I whimper and kiss him again.

“Good. It’s only going to get better from here.”

He squeezes my other nipple into the clamp, making little lightning bolts of pleasure mixed with pain shoot through me. Then he hooks one of his finger through the chain that connects the clamps, tugging on it softly. He’s barely using any pressure at all, but the way the clamps pull on and squeeze my nipples steals the breath from my lungs.

“How does that feel?” Sawyer whispers, grazing his teeth along the line of my jaw.

“I… I…”

I can barely catch my breath. I’m dripping all over his cock by this point, so turned on that I’m dizzy with it.

“Words, baby,” he prompts me, giving another little tug on the chain. “Use your words.”

“Good!” I gasp out. “It feels so good!”

“That’s my girl. Now sit up. Let me see you.”

I straighten, still straddling his waist, and his eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of the clamps on my nipples and the thin chain connecting me. He winces as he drags in a deep breath, but he barely seems to notice it.

My stomach clenches, a fresh rush of arousal flooding my veins at the knowledge that he’s pushing past his pain just to fuck me.

The fingers of his free hand slip between us to find my clit, and my body jolts, increasing the tension on the chain he’s still holding in place with one finger. The combined sensations knock the breath out of my lungs and make every nerve ending in my body feel electric.

“You like this, don’t you?” Sawyer asks, devouring me with his gaze.

He tugs on the chain again, and the words I was about to speak fly out of my head. All that comes out is a stuttering gasp.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he groans. “Put me inside you, heartbreaker. Let me feel what this is doing to you.”

I nod, not looking away from him as I rise up and wrap my hand around his cock. Just like I suspected, my fingers and thumb don’t quite meet, and I let out a breath as I line him up and start to slowly sink down onto his length.

He’s just as big as he was yesterday, but the knowledge that I can take him spurs me on as I take him in inch by inch, stretching myself and relaxing my body as I sink down farther each time. Sawyer’s jaw clenches as he watches me, toying with both my clit and the nipple clamps in a way that keeps a steady fire burning in my veins.

“Go on, baby,” he urges roughly as I start to drop my weight a little more forcefully, taking him deeper. “Ride me. Do what feels good.”

I whimper, arching my back a little as the studs of his piercings slide against my inner walls.

“Goddamn, you take me so well. It’s fucking stunning to see.” Sawyer flicks the chain of the nipple clamps a little, making a whole new sensation shoot through me as the clamps jostle. “It should be illegal for someone to be this beautiful.”

“You make it sound so dirty.”

He smirks as I keep sinking onto him. “Oh, it’s gonna be dirty, alright.”

Once I’m close to taking all of him, his hands move to my hips, dragging me all the way down his length. When his body finally meets mine, his cock stretching me fully, it steals my breath away. My inner walls clamp tight around him as I draw in a shaky breath, and Sawyer groans at the way I squeeze him on my way up.

“Are you okay?” I murmur, glancing down at the bruises on his side.

“Fuck, yes. Even though it hurts like hell, you feel incredible,” he grunts through a wince as I rock downward on him again. He lets out the breath he’s been holding in a long exhale that lasts until our bodies meet again. “Goddamn, I wish I could fuck you harder.”

“Maybe you should just take it easy, old man,” I tease, rolling my hips forward and backward, gripping and massaging his cock inside me and pulling a strained sound out of him.

Chuckling, Sawyer reaches up for the chain connecting my clamps again and gives it a sharp pull, making me hiss. He fixes me with an intense stare, his gray eyes smoldering.

“Watch out, heartbreaker. I might be older than you, and I might be injured, but I can still fuck the brat right out of you.”

My entire body flushes with heat at his words, my clit throbbing in response.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I ask breathlessly.

He laughs darkly, pulling even harder on the chain and making me bite back a loud moan. The sensation is such a sweet mix of pain and pleasure, confusing and lighting up my nervous system.

“It’s a fucking promise,” he growls, and I shiver as I keep moving, grinding my body against his as I rock back and forth, squeezing and releasing his cock.

Sawyer groans, his eyelids drooping as his head falls back against the headboard. He lets me tease him until I’m right on the edge of an orgasm—and then something inside him seems to snap. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he braces his feet on the bed and uses the leverage to drive hard and fast up into me, pounding what little breath I still have out of my lungs.

“Oh. My. God,” I whimper through each thrust and fall forward over him with my hands braced on the headboard

My hair dangles down around us, and Sawyer pulls his lower lip between his teeth as he drives the intensity up even further. It must be killing him to be moving so hard and fast like this, but somehow, he’s able to ignore it as he keeps bouncing me down to meet his thrusts and fucking the life out of me.

“Fuck,” I hiss as my body tenses, trying to fight back the orgasm that’s burning to get out of me. I’m not ready for it to end yet, but my nerves are screaming for release, and Sawyer’s not letting up.

“Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart on my cock,” he grunts without ever breaking his rhythm, his eyes boring into mine.

I lose all hope of resisting.

My head tips back as a cry works its way up my throat, but I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep the sound muffled as my pussy spasms around Sawyer’s pumping cock. My fingers dig into the headboard, and my lungs burn from the sheer effort it takes to hold back my noises.

Sawyer fucks me through it, slowing down gradually as my orgasm passes, and when I can finally breathe again, he sits up abruptly and buries his face between my breasts. With his arms wrapped tightly around my waist to hold me in place, he groans raggedly against my chest as he releases inside me, filling me.

I feel a bit of his cum leaking out of me when he pulls his face away, panting for breath and smiling at me. A breathless, giddy laugh pours out of me in a hushed whisper, and Sawyer chuckles too as he cups the back of my head, our foreheads resting together.

When I finally lean back a little, Sawyer arches a brow, then takes the clamps’ chain in his teeth and looks up at me devilishly. I already know what he’s going to do, but when he pulls his head back sharply, it still shocks and overwhelms me into another spontaneous orgasm.

I bury my face in the space between Sawyer’s neck and shoulder to keep from screaming and stay there until my pussy stops rippling around his cock, making more of his cum spill out from between us. When I drag in a shuddering breath, Sawyer turns his head to nip at my earlobe, dragging it between his teeth.

“That was way better than the painkillers the Aces medical staff gave me,” he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Thank you, heartbreaker.”

I giggle softly, keeping my face buried against his neck as I inhale his warm, comforting scent. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

One large hand comes up to stroke the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. “I am now.”