48. Leah

CHAPTER 48

LEAH

"We're not going," Sawyer says from his place on my bed when I walk out of the bathroom.

"What?" My eyes grow wide, and my movements freeze in shock.

"Let's just stay home and see how many different positions I can put you in while you're wearing that skirt." I roll my eyes when he gives me a devilish smirk. Then I turn to look in the mirror again.

"Should I change? It's too much, isn't it. I should wear something else." I look in my full-length mirror and begin messing with the zipper on my skirt when he rushes over to stop me.

"Don't you dare take this skirt off." He plants a kiss on the spot right behind my ear that makes my brain swim.

"Is it too short? What if?—"

"Stop right there. Look." He nods to the mirror, standing behind me like a shadow.

"Forget where we're going, and that anyone else is going to be there. How do you feel? In what you're wearing right now, with it being just me and you." I drag my eyes away from the reflection of his and take in my appearance again–from the booties I'm wearing, to the black bouncy skirt, to the corset top, all the way to my hair and makeup—and I smile.

"I feel…good, confident, kinda sexy." My cheeks heat at the small admission.

" Very sexy," he corrects. "Then keep it on. I know how to fight, baby, I didn't spend half of last season in the penalty box for nothing. So, if you're comfortable in this when it's just the two of us, then I'll make you feel like we're the only ones there." He winks at me, letting his hands glide down over my hips.

"Sound good?" I'm practically panting when his fingers tease just inside the hemline of my skirt.

"Yes," I breathe the word out, trying to keep my composure as he kisses and bites on my neck.

We may never make it to this club…

We make it to Fr33style …eventually, and I can't get over the surreal feeling of being out— at a club —with Sawyer.

"Sawyer Clark." Sawyer gives his name to the bouncer, keeping his hand wrapped protectively around my waist as we pass the line that is so long it disappears behind the back of the building. I glance around and see girls eyeing him, whispering and giggling as they take him in.

I can't blame them; I'd be doing the same damn thing if I were them. Hell, I was them for so many years. I look up at him and he gives me a flirty wink, and I can't help the satisfaction I feel knowing I'm his. I'm no longer the girl wishing he'd look my way and fantasizing about him in the most secret parts of my mind.

Now I'm the girl that he loves, that he's brought to a club to help her live out a missed college experience and the one he's scared to lose—and that knowledge is empowering. Which is why their whispers and ogling don't make me feel insecure like they once would have, but they make me feel that much more confident.

I reach up on my toes and plant a chaste kiss to his cheek, but he pulls me in to kiss me harder, taking my breath away when he does. It only lasts a moment, but it still has the power behind it to consume me.

"Enjoy your night." The bouncer says, releasing the rope from in front of us.

I look over my shoulder at the girls who have their mouths hung open and crushed expressions on their faces and shoot them a wink before turning to walk into the building, with Sawyer's hand on my ass.

"You're a naughty thing, aren't you?" he whispers in my ear, sending chills racing down my spine.

"I don't know what you mean," I feign innocence, but he pulls me into him harder, demanding every bit of my attention to be on him.

"Go ahead and play innocent, baby, but I'm all yours ." He leans in, letting his lips brush along the shell of my ear. "And it makes me hard as fuck knowing you want to remind the world of that." He nips at my ear before kissing me in a way that leaves no room for question about who he belongs to.

"Damn dude, looks like you should have just stayed home," someone says, interrupting our world muting kiss.

"Matty, so glad you guys could make it." Sawyer greets him and that's when my eyes find Lyssa's.

"Hi, long time no see." Lyssa smiles, leaning in to hug me. "Hey there, Cowboy," she greets Sawyer and I feel his grip tighten on me.

I had almost forgotten how much of an ass I'd been about her—to myself of course—when I thought she and Sawyer were dating.

"Lyssa, good to see you again." He nods politely to her, then just as Matty claps his hands and opens his mouth to say something, someone else appears from seemingly nowhere.

"Do my eyes deceive me?" The brightest smile spreads across the guy's face as he wraps his arms around both Sawyer and Matty's shoulders. "Whatever you two beautiful ladies did to get these two out tonight, thank you." He unwraps his arms and places his palms together giving Lyssa and I both a slight bow of thanks. Our eyes widen at each other as we both try to hold back a laugh.

"Devon, this is my girl, Leah." Sawyer winks at me, causing my cheeks to blush immediately. "Leah, this is Devon."

"Pleasure to meet you, Beauty. I have to bounce, but I do hope you enjoy your night." He winks at me before walking away and I can't help but notice Sawyer's jaw tightening as he raises a brow at him.

"Let's sit, yeah?" Matty interjects, holding a hand out to guide us further into the club. For the first time since walking in, I take in the space and my eyes widen as I try to adjust my vision.

All the tables and booth seats are stark white with neon lights lining every inch of them. The dance floor surrounds a small platform where people can go up to dance—though it's currently empty—and the bar covers the length of the far-left wall with at least four bartenders working it. There's a big ass restroom sign with an arrow on the very back wall and to the right is the massive DJ's table.

We make our way over to a small circular booth and slide in, Lyssa and me in the middle with Sawyer and Matty on the outside.

"We'll grab the drinks, be right back." Sawyer kisses my cheek and stands up while Lyssa tells Matty what she wants from the bar.

I'm guessing Sawyer is confident in my drink choice since he didn't ask me?

"So!" Lyssa chirps. "Like I said before, long time no see." She shifts in her seat to tuck her feet beneath her bottom.

"Yeah! I've been to a couple of home games, but I guess our seats are like, insanely far from each other, maybe?" I laugh and she nods.

"Yeah, I'm usually on the upper level with Matty's mom and sister."

"Ah, that would be why. Me and my friends are down closer to the ice."

"Well, we'll have to make sure we steal you away during the playoff games. I need someone to stress eat with." She rolls her eyes, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her. "Matty's mom basically fasts during games and his sister is concerningly calm when he plays."

"Mental," I say sarcastically.

"Right?!" she laughs in response. "I knew we'd get along well. I'm glad we came out with you guys tonight." A wave of guilt rushes into my gut that I can't help but feel ridiculous about.

"I have a confession."

"Uh-oh. Why do I feel like this isn't the juicy kind?" I laugh as she leans in closer to me.

"The first time I met you, wasn't the first time I'd seen you."

Her brows pinch together. " Okayyy. "

"I'd been out at Knockin Boots one night—on a date, actually—and saw you and Sawyer dancing together. Then I saw you guys leaving together and I pretty much hated you immediately. So, when I was talking to you in the hallway that day, I was trying to find out if you two were dating. Then you called him Cowboy and I'm so used to only hearing couples giving each other cutesy little nicknames that I was all but convinced you two were together, and seeing as how he'd just had a very close proximity conversation with me in the locker room, I was basically simmering with rage." The anxiety I'm feeling over explaining this to her vanishes when she throws her head back and laughs.

"Oh my god, that is the best story ever."

"It was… so embarrassing when I actually confronted him about it. I thought I was some badass by calling him out on his bullshit and then it came back to bite me in the ass when I wound up looking jealous."

"You were so jealous." Lyssa tilts her head at me, and I can't help but laugh.

"I was so jealous. I mean freaking look at you. Who wouldn't be?" I wave a hand up and down bringing attention to how hot she is.

"Well thank you, but you're downright stunning . This hair alone makes me wish I could hate you," she sighs dramatically. "Unfortunately, you're delightful as hell. Looks like I'll just have to be in love with you instead."

It's amazing how much she reminds me of the rest of my friends.

"Hey now, none of that." Matty slides in next to her and she rolls her eyes at him.

"You were all worried about her being swept up by my dancing, but it turns out it's my girl she's taken with." Sawyer sets a drink down on the table in front of me before wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Lyssa and I are in love; you will just have to get over it." I reach a hand out and she takes it in hers and kisses the top of it. I pucker my lips to blow a kiss in her direction and wink—leaving both guys speechless. Then Lyssa and I burst into laughter.

After about three vodka cranberries, two strawberry margaritas—that Sawyer was not shy about taking massive sips from—and two tequila shots later, Lyssa and I are on the dance floor giggling, singing and swaying our hips to the music.

"Come with me," she yells, and I follow blindly behind her. Next thing I know, she's pulling me up on the platform with her. "That guy kept bumping into my ass, this way we're untouchable." She's still yelling as the song changes, and when "Down On Me" by Jeremih starts bumping through the speakers it feels like I'm back in high school all over again. Only this time, I have this newfound confidence and a shit ton of alcohol to encourage me to actually dance to it.

"Oh my god, I love this song!" she screams.

And then we turn into complete whores—and it's the most fun I think I've ever had.

We bounce and grind and shake our asses on each other like we've known each other forever and when she bends over to twerk her ass in front of me, I give it a good smack and we fall into a fit of laughter.

"Hell yeah!" I hear someone shout from the crowd.

"Sexy as fuck!" someone else yells.

I begin looking around the room and when I can't tell where it's coming from, I settle my gaze on our table, only to see Sawyer and Matty both heading in our direction.

I've seen Sawyer in pretty much everything—his hockey uniform, a three-piece suit, a hoodie and jeans, boxers, nothing —but it never fails, I find new things to love about him in every single thing he wears. Tonight, for instance, he is in a pair of dark-blue jeans, green and black high-top sneakers, a black T-shirt that hugs him in all the right places, and a black ball cap that is getting turned backwards as he gets closer to the stage.

Aaaand I'm wet.

Just when I think they're going to rip us from the stage—throwing us over their shoulders and hauling us out of here—they step up onto it with us.

He pulls me into him, my back flush with his front and his hands slide down to my hips as he begins rocking his with mine to the music. I reach up, letting my hands fall comfortably around the back of his neck as we move together. While swaying my hips, I turn in his grip and we keep moving while he sings along, looking at me like he could absolutely devour me.

"Bathroom, now," he growls into my ear. I lean back to see the hungry look in his eyes and nod as we make our way towards the far wall. When we bypass the lines to the restroom I wonder if there's some sort of VIP one I am unaware of.

Holy shit, there is.

When Sawyer sees the confused look on my face he smirks and answers my unasked question. "This is Devon's brother's club. We get a bit of special treatment here." He punches in a four digit code to the keypad on the door, the light turning green with a click as it unlocks. Then he pulls me in behind him, slamming the door shut once we're inside.

He pulls me to him and his lips come crashing into mine with desperation. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck as he lifts my ass up onto the sink counter, spreading my legs to step between them. His lips move down my neck all the way to the neckline of my corset, my hands tangling in his hair as my head falls back, savoring the feeling of his lips on my skin.

Our eyes meet again when his hands disappear beneath my skirt, and I nod eagerly, lifting my hips so he can slide my underwear off. Then he hits his knees, wrapping my legs around his shoulders as he pulls my ass to the very edge of the counter. My mind feels so light from the buzz of the alcohol that my body is more relaxed than I think it's ever been. It doesn't take long before he's bringing me to the edge of my first orgasm.

"Sawyer, I'm gonna come," I whisper as my head falls back on the mirror. Almost as fast as I can get the words out, I make good on my word. My legs wrap tighter around him as he continues kissing and sucking my clit, devouring me like the animal I've discovered he is.

Then he's on his feet again. "Can you stand?"

Um, probably the hell not.

I feel like I'm having an out of body experience as I watch the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on undo his belt and free himself from his boxers. I manage to slide off the marble and land on my feet—thank god.

"Turn around; hands on the sink." My thighs squeeze together at the command. I turn around and place my hands palm down on the cool surface. Then he wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me back, pressing my back down as he flips my skirt up. My breath is caught in my throat as I watch his muscular arms flex as he puts me where he wants me.

"Breathe for me, Dove." I take a deep breath in, but before I can completely release it, he slams into me, and I cry out in pure pleasure. I welcome the warmth and press my ass further into him, loving the stretch from his cock and the way he always manages to hit that sweet spot that makes me see stars.

His grip on my hips is as unrelenting as every thrust into me, and his eyes remain locked on mine through the mirror the entire time.

"You know, you asked me once before what my favorite position was," he growls, slowing his pace.

Teasing me.

Torturing me.

"I always preferred this position because I could imagine it was whoever I wanted if I wasn't looking them in the face." My eyes snap up to his in the reflection.

What the fuck? Why is he saying this to me? And why now?

"Wanna know who I always imagined?"

"No. I would like you to stop talking about other women and fuck me, " I snap. This makes him smile so devilishly that my pussy squeezes around him. He growls and gives me a warning look. Then he leans over, kissing the back of my neck until his lips are at my ear.

"I imagined it was you . Always you. Only you." I'm not really sure what to make of this new information. I should probably be appalled—that he did that in the first place and that he's decided to bring this up now —but I can't manage to feel anything but blissful satisfaction. He must see it on my face because he stands back up, confidence painted all over his face.

"I'll only ever fuck you like this if I get to see your pretty face while I do. No more pretending—because I've finally got you."

"Sawyer, please." I whine, needing more from him.

"Please what, Dove?"

"Please fuck me harder."

"You are so pretty when you're begging, baby." He gives me what I want, railing into me until I'm gripping the counter so tight my knuckles are turning white.

"Right there, Sawyer. Oh! Don't stop." He pulls me up, bringing my back flush to his chest as he reaches around, gently massaging circles onto my clit until I'm moaning uncontrollably. "Sawyer." His name falls off my lips as a pant. He is dominating my body unlike ever before and I can barely stand from the orgasm building in every inch of my body.

"Louder for me, Dove." All at once he thrusts into me, flicks my clit and bites down on my neck, sending me into the abyss of orgasms.

"Sawyer! God, yes!" The most powerful one I've ever experienced rips through me, making my knees almost buckle. Sawyer wraps his other arm around me, keeping me upright as he chases his own release.

"Atta girl, scream for me baby."

As if I don't know how to not to, I let out one final scream of pleasure and he spills inside of me.

"Fuck, Dove!" I can still feel him pulsing inside me, as I watch him bury his face into my neck. He lets out a moan, gently kissing my neck before he pulls out of me, letting his cum drip down my leg. He tucks himself back in his jeans, righting his belt before grabbing a napkin to wipe my leg. Then he grabs my underwear from the floor, but before I can take them back he nods to the toilet and I roll my eyes.

Is it weird I find it so hot that he thinks of all the post sex care details?