Chapter 35

CHAPTER 35

Ash

I tackled Sawyer to the bed as soon as he came out of the shower at his camper. "Thank you for being so cool tonight."

He grunted under my weight. "Pretty sure I wasn't cool at all."

I kissed the nape of his neck, then pressed my hips against his towel-covered ass. My cock throbbed hard in my shorts. "Cool enough you got me all hot."

His laugh was muffled by the blankets.

That was the only warning I got before he reared up and twisted, knocking me loose. Then he pounced on top of me and grabbed my wrists. "Wasn't I supposed to top you tonight?"

My eyes widened. "Oh no, what if you break me, big boy?"

He grinned. "Shut up, idiot."

"Make me."

Sawyer dipped down to kiss me. His lips were soft, his tongue slick and minty from brushing his teeth.

My heart jolted as we traded kisses, each one increasingly hotter and wetter. I still wore my clothes, but Sawyer was in only a towel, and I took advantage of that fact by running my hands down his bare sides.

His body was toned. Hard. And I loved it.

When my fingertips reached his towel, I yanked it. The loose knot came undone easily, and the terry cloth slipped from his hips.

Sawyer levered up to pull my shirt over my head. I shoved down my shorts and briefs. When our naked bodies pressed together, a thrill shot through me. There was something so intoxicating about Sawyer's body against mine.

It wasn't soft or curvy at all. It was strong and sexy in an entirely different way. One I loved just as much. Maybe more.

He dropped his lips to my ear. "I'm going to take your ass tonight."

My heart skipped, but I played it cool for Sawyer.

"About time."

He rolled away to lean over the side of the bed. He returned with the sex toy Fisher had given us.

I barked a laugh. "Seriously?"

"We can warm you up for me," he said with a smirk. "If you think you can handle it?"

"I can handle anything you've got."

I hadn't told Sawyer this, but I'd experimented a little with ass play ever since I realized I might be into guys—and a lot since Sawyer and I started fucking around.

I'd wanted to be ready for this moment.

Not just ready, but fucking rarin' to go. I'd been curious about this for a long time. Craving something I didn't fully acknowledge but needed just the same.

"We won't get too wild with this thing," Sawyer said as he lubed it up. "I'm not going to turn on any settings. Just use it to open you up a bit."

"Okay."

He climbed between my legs and ducked down to kiss the tip of my dick. I let my legs fall open, relaxing into the mattress. When his slippery fingertip circled and then pressed against my hole, it was easy to let him in.

I groaned a little as he added the second one.

"Am I going too fast?"

He probably would have been if I was new to fingering. As it was, the stretch only made me want more.

"Use the toy. I'm ready."

"Already?"

"Not my first rodeo."

Sawyer shot me a shocked look.

"With fingers," I clarified. "My fingers."

And a few women's fingers too, but I figured less detail was better in this situation. No need to ruin the mood.

"Oh." Sawyer eased his fingers free and pressed the toy into place, its blunt head teasing my hole. "How about dildos? You ever had one of those?"

"Just a small one."

"Well, then you should be able to handle this," he said with an evil grin.

That was the only warning I got before he pushed it inside. It stretched my rim, burning on entry.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

"Too much?" Sawyer asked.

I shook my head, biting my bottom lip hard as it filled me, pushing and reshaping my insides. Nudging up against my prostate and?—

" Fuck, " I groaned.

Sawyer gently pulled my lip loose from my teeth. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, then pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it with a groan as he slowly slid the dildo out of me—all the way to my rim—then pushed it in again.

And again.

Again.

I clung to him, meeting the thrusts, eyes rolling back in my head as he hit my prostate again and again.

Sawyer used his left hand to work my cock in long, tight strokes.

Pleasure coiled tight. Tighter.

"Wait!" I tensed, fighting the pleasure trying to overwhelm me. "Stop."

Sawyer froze. "What's wrong?"

"You're going to make me come. You need to get your dick in me, big boy. Now."

Sawyer had been composed while fucking me with the toy. Intensely focused. Eyes on my face, clocking my expressions. But his hands started to shake as he discarded the toy and slid on a condom. He squirted some lube into his palm and stroked it over himself, then edged forward to press his cockhead against my already loosened hole.

He was larger than the toy. But at this point, I was beyond ready for him.

He gripped my thighs, lifting and spreading them to give him a better angle. "You're fucking amazing, Ash. Do you know how much I love you right now?"

"Yeah, love you too, but if you don't hurry the hell up, I'll take your ass instead."

He shivered. "Anytime you want. I'm yours."

My sweet Sawyer.

He was sexy when he was angry. Beautiful when he was kind. But I'd almost forgotten how fucking devastating he was when he cared for someone.

"How did I survive without you?" I asked, throat tightening.

His smile curled up. "Badly, I'm sure."

I started to laugh, and that's when the bastard bucked his hips forward.

His dick speared my hole, catching at one edge, and my laughter turned into a strangled squeak. A burn seared through me, but no amount of pain would have stopped me now.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him into me.

He slid in easily, thanks to the foreplay. He was much larger than the toy, pressing and rubbing on spots it didn't reach. My senses overloaded and I closed my eyes as my nerves sang with pain and pleasure.

Sawyer groaned deep in his chest as he bottomed out. "You're so tight, Ash. Damn. Is this what I felt like to you?"

"You were even tighter probably," I murmured. "No sex toy to loosen you up."

He shuddered. "Are you okay? Can I?—"

"Yes! Move."

He rocked his hips, just a small movement, but it echoed through my core like a bomb.

He drew back a little farther, then a little farther. Each time, he thrust back into me, I cried out. Moans, grunts, embarrassing whimpers.

I couldn't control it.

Nonsensical words spilled from me.

"Yes, please, more, harder."

"I go any harder, I'm gonna break you in two."

"Break me," I begged. "Do it."

Sawyer sped up, one hand pinning my shoulder down, the other gripping my thigh. He pounded into me, face twisted up, looking almost angry.

Not that an angry Sawyer was a turnoff by any means.

"Fuck, Ash. I can't last much longer. You feel too good."

"Same." I grabbed my cock, stroking frantically as my climax rushed toward me. "Gonna?—"

I arched, crying out. My cock spurted cum over my knuckles.

Sawyer shouted and jerked, grinding his cock deeper into me as he unloaded into the condom.

My ass tightened and loosened with waves of pleasure, and Sawyer continued to move inside me, in small, gentle, gyrating motions until we both came down from the orgasm high.

"That was amazing." He collapsed on top of me, making the air whoosh out of me.

"Can't breathe." I shoved his shoulder.

With a groan, Sawyer slowly pulled out of me and rolled away.

My hole was loose and gaping. Empty. But the impression of him remained. As if now that Sawyer had been inside, his presence was always welcome.

Needed, even.

Sawyer slipped his hand between my legs and brushed his thumb over my puffy rim. "You good?"

"Yeah. You didn't totally wreck me."

He grinned. "Yeah, well, it was my first time. Give me a chance to improve."

I laughed. "Trust me, you did just fine."

"Fine?" He rolled away to discard the condom. "That's all I get?"

"Fucking amazing, okay? Best fuck of my life."

"Better," he said, swooping in to kiss me. "But don't think this means you get to be a pillow princess all the time."

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me? Pillow princess?"

"Pillow prince?" he said.

I tackled him back to the bed and pinned him. "Next time, we'll see who's eating pillow. I'll take your ass and you'll beg for more."

"You can try," he said with a grin.

But we both knew that when the time came, I wouldn't have to try. He'd give me what I wanted, and he'd love every minute of it.

"Don't have to try when you're so horny for me."

He laughed. "You're a jerk."

"No. I'm your sexy as fuck boyfriend."

"No lie there." He wrapped his arms around me, seemingly unbothered by my bulk pinning him down, and kissed my neck.

"Let's clean up and get some sleep. Morning will come fast, especially after all the wine you had."

I winced. "No lie there either."

Sawyer cleaned up with a wet cloth since he'd already showered and I went to rinse my body of the mess I'd made all over myself. When I returned, he handed me a glass of water and some Tylenol.

"Drink up."

"Thanks." I popped the pills and gulped the water.

Then we crawled into bed together. Sawyer turned his back to me, and I curled my body around his. We'd done this so many times we had regular sides of the bed, regular spooning positions.

I closed my eyes, smiling as I inhaled his scent.

That was the last thing I remembered until I woke the following morning. My phone rang on the bedside table.

I snatched it up, answering quickly to avoid waking Sawyer.

"Hello?"

"Ash, hey. It's Mom."

"Hey." My stomach flipped. "Is everything okay?"

"Not really, no."

My heart dropped. "What did he say?"

"It doesn't matter," she said. "We can't be a family if you two can't get along."

I went rigid. "Right. Got it."

"No, Ash, you don't. We need to work this out. Rick told me you got the wrong idea about what he said to you, and honey, I don't know why you always think the worst of him."

I let out an explosive breath. "Right, because I must be the one who's wrong."

"I didn't say that, Ash. Don't put words into my mouth. Please."

I remained silent. Unsure what else to say.

"I called because I want us all to work this out. Face to face. Rick is being recognized for his philanthropic contributions to the community at a ceremony at the marina. I think it'd mean a lot to him if you came."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"We can all have a nice chat afterward. We'll get on the same page, okay? I know that we can fix this, Ash."

I bit back a groan of defeat. I already knew that my mess with Rick couldn't be fixed. If I showed up there, it'd probably make everything worse.

"He told me that if I continued to upset you, I wouldn't get to see you anymore," I said.

"That would never happen, honey. That's why you need to come today, okay? So we can put these fears to rest. So you can see that Rick isn't the bad guy here."

I chewed my lip, uncertain.

"Please, Ash? For me?"

The words broke down my last defenses. I was sure that Rick would put on a good act in front of Mom. But after his threat the other day, I needed to see her. Needed to reassure myself that Rick hadn't poisoned her against me.

Sawyer put his hand on my arm, and I glanced down to see he was awake and watching me. He squeezed gently, a silent support.

Knowing he was there beside me gave me strength. I drew a breath.

"Can I bring Sawyer?"

"Yes! Bring Sawyer. Or any other friends you like! Rick will be so happy to see you there. He told me how tore up he is about all this. I just know you two can find a way to make peace."

Rick, tore up over me? Not likely. Rick worried that my mom might see him for who he really was? Now that I could believe. Either way, Mom would never be convinced by my words alone.

If I didn't show up, she'd believe this was all in my head. And if I did…well, she'd probably get pulled right into the middle of our mess and still take Rick's side.

I was scared to death of losing my mom no matter what decision I made. But I had to try, right?

"Okay," I said quietly. "I'll be there."

"Thanks, Ash, you won't regret this!"

I was entirely sure she was wrong, but I couldn't say no to my mom.

Not even when it had disaster written all over it.