58. Sawyer

CHAPTER 58

SAWYER

"Can I have this dance?"

"I don't know, can you? " Leah teases, taking my hand as I lead her to the dance floor.

"I knew dating a teacher would eventually come back to bite me in the ass." Her head falls back in laughter as we sway to the music.

"Are you having a good time?" She sighs and looks up at me, my soul immediately relaxing when those green eyes land on mine.

"I am. Today was so perfect. Taylor really outdid herself."

"Tot has that I can do anything gene. There's not much she hasn't accomplished after setting her mind to it." I watch as she and Tucker dance together, laughing, smiling, so in love that it's sickening. Or at least, it would be if I didn't relate to that very same feeling so damn much.

"You're not wrong. She's a force to be reckoned with."

"So, any thoughts on when you want to do all of this and become my wife?" Her cheeks turn red and the smile on my face is instantaneous.

"I mean, it'll probably have to be next year. I don't really think planning a wedding during the school year would be the smartest decision." I press my forehead to hers and groan.

"Fine." I kiss the tip of her nose and she smiles.

"Maybe we can plan it for July next year? Just in case you guys may make it through the playoffs again. That way you have at least a little time to breathe before we get hitched."

"Whatever you want, Dove. Just as long as by the end of it you're officially my wife." I lean down and capture her lips in mine to keep from telling her what I've been planning to do after the finals this year. "You wanna get out of here?" I whisper in her ear, not missing the way goosebumps break out over her arms.

"We can't yet. We still have to do the sparkler send-off." Her voice is heavy with regret and desire. I look around the room to see people still going strong mingling, dancing, and eating cake. No way is that send-off happening in an acceptable time frame.

"Come with me." I take her hand and lead her off the dance floor.

"What? Where are we going?" she squeals, looking behind her before I throw her over my shoulder and stalk towards the house. "Put me down, Moose!" She slaps my ass and I slap hers back.

I walk into the restroom next to the laundry room—that is thankfully set apart from the rest of the house—and put her down on the counter.

"Why are we in here?" She fixes her hair, staring straight at me.

"You remember my first day back, during my welcome home party and you came in here to hide from me? When you brushed past me and put that ticket back in my pocket, I wanted to pull you into this bathroom and show you exactly why you should be mine." Her cheeks grow rosy, and her chest rises and falls more visibly with every breath.

"That would have been a little irrational, don't you think?" I smirk at her teasing tone.

"Hmm. Agree to disagree." I pull at my tie, loosening it from around my neck until I can undo the top few buttons of my dress shirt.

Her nipples are becoming more visible behind the fabric of her dress, making me grow more impatient by the second. I step up to her, pulling her dress up past her knees, spreading her legs to step between them as I lean down and kiss her. Her hands are on my sides immediately, gripping my shirt as my tongue dips past her lips and explores her mouth. She tastes like champagne and mint and I'm already desperate for more. I drop to my knees and move her dress up further, being met with nothing underneath.

"Dove, care to tell me why you're not wearing any underwear under this dress?" I growl, shooting her a curious glare.

"I didn't want a panty line?" She shrugs. Then she runs her hand through my hair and smirks. "Plus, it just gives you quicker access to me. So really, it's a win-win." She bites on her lip, and I swear I would drop to my knees for her if I wasn't already on them.

When the silk fabric of her dress is up around her waist I dive right in, splitting her with my tongue and letting a moan escape from deep within my throat as the first taste of her truly hits me.

"Delicious." I take my time, licking and sucking on every inch of her perfect pussy, driving her closer and closer to the edge but not letting her go over just yet.

"Sawyer, please."

"I'm not done, Dove. Your pussy is fucking addicting." I dip my tongue inside her, before licking her from entrance to clit, over and over until her legs are shaking.

"Right there, yes. Don't stop." I do exactly as I'm told, and I keep my same pace until she's squeezing her perfect thighs around my head and coming on my tongue.

"Atta girl, you did so good." I stand and quickly free myself from my dress pants, pressing the tip of my cock through her soaked entrance. I sink into her, loving the way her warmth welcomes me in.

"God, you feel so good." I thrust my hips. "Just like coming home."

"Oh, yes!" Her hands wrap around my neck and her head falls back as sweet sounds of pleasure fall from her lips.

"Lean back and grab the sides of the counter." She does as she's told, and I lift her hips from the sink, driving myself even deeper than before and eliciting a scream that makes my dick pulse with excitement.

I continue like this until her moans become so loud, I have to pull her towards me, letting her ass hang off the edge of the sink, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her and placing my other hand around her mouth.

"You know I love it when you scream for me baby, but I'm not done yet and I would hate to have to stop. Not when your pussy is milking me so. Fucking. Well." She moans into my hand when I sink into her harder with every word, causing a smirk to sneak onto my lips.

"Now, play with your pretty pussy while I rail you properly." I remove my hand from her mouth and hers disappears between us, rubbing circles on her clit as I fill her completely with every thrust.

"Sawyer, don't stop. I'm gonna come," she pleads breathlessly. My hands grip her hips tighter as she reaches her climax.

"Don't move baby, I'm close." She remains as still as possible while her climax washes over her, until she leans forward to bite down on my shoulder in an effort to keep herself quiet and that fucking does me in. I bury myself as deep inside of her as I can and empty every last drop of my release into her.

"Now you get to spend the remainder of your best friend's wedding with her brother's cum dripping down your leg. Tsk, you naughty little bridesmaid." Her pussy squeezes around me and I groan from the sensation.

"And you get to spend it with her best friend's cum on your tongue. But I doubt either of us really gives a damn, do we?"

God, I love it when she's feisty.

It's game day, but not just any game day. It's the freaking Stanley Cup Finals, and I've never felt more ready for anything in my life. Ever since we went to Minnesota, Leah has been part of my game day ritual. We shower together, grab coffee, and she picks a song from my game day playlist and we dance to it—whether it's in a hotel room or our own home—then she comes to the rink early with me while I get my head right for the night. She knows how important it is to me to stay consistent with it and the smile on her face the whole day is downright contagious.

"You sure you don't want to try any of mine?" She holds her iced mocha latte up to me and I raise a brow at her. "Wait, does the kind of coffee you get stay consistent too?"

"Yes ma'am," I wrap my arm around her and take a sip of my Americano.

"Oh! Noted. You can not try any of mine. You have to stay sharp today." I kiss the top of her head as we walk down the sidewalk away from Bruman's and the scent of her vanilla body wash overrides the coffee scent and floods my senses. She looks breathtaking today in her fitted green dress and white converse, her glasses perched on her perfect nose while her curls air dry in the summer breeze.

"You have no idea what it means to me that you're part of this now." She stops in the middle of the sidewalk and turns to face me.

"You have no idea what it means to me that you wanted me to be."

"Are you kidding, Dove? I want nothing more than to fill every single bit of my life with your presence. To know that no matter where I go, or what I do, you'll be by my side through it all."

"Only, always, and forever." She reaches up on her toes and kisses me, and if I could freeze time to capture this moment, I would. Though I hope the rest of my life is filled with nothing but time stopping moments with her. "Give me your phone." She holds her hand out and wags her brows mischievously at me.

I hand it over and she punches in the code, tapping the screen before beginning to scroll. She chews on her lip as she hums.

"What, now?" I ask, looking up and down the moderately busy sidewalk.

"Live a little, thirteen." She winks at me and turns the volume up on my phone as the same KISS song I sang to her at one of my games begins filling the space around us. "Are you going to dance me around this sidewalk or not?" She sets both of our cups down on a nearby concrete ledge and I smirk at her.

"I'd dance with you anywhere baby." Her laugh fills the air as we spin and dip and even break out some old line dancing moves on the corner as people around us go about their day. Some people stop to watch—even going as far as recording us on their phones—but to me, it's just the two of us.