60. Leah

CHAPTER 60

LEAH

One drink turned into two, a little bit of dancing turned into us almost shutting the place down, but the night still ended the way he promised it would—with him taking me home.

"I think you calling me your future wife was the hottest thing I've ever heard." I turn to face him as he pulls into our driveway.

"Just wait until I get to drop the future part. I'm gonna tell everyone that will listen that you're my wife. We'll have to travel to every country and province within our reach just so I can say it to more people. This is MY WIFE, " he raises his voice as he practices his line to the windshield. I can't contain my laughter and he squeezes my hand tighter.

"Falling in love with your best friend is truly underrated."

"Is that so?" His eyes meet mine as he parks the truck and cuts the ignition off.

"It is. You have always been the funniest person I know; we can joke around and be comfortable with each other because it feels so natural, but then?—"

"Then?" he presses.

"Then you wink at me, or smile at me from across a room, or touch me and my entire body ignites. You're the only person who has ever made me want more than friendship."

"You're my best friend too, Dove." I smile when he pulls our hands to his lips, placing a kiss in the same spot he always does. "Which is why I can't wait a second longer to tell you this. Especially with the insane week we have ahead of us with the parade and what not." My heart skips and the smallest hint of anxiety settles in the pit of my stomach.

"Okay…" I brace myself for whatever it may be, and even though my mind wants to go to the worst-case scenario, I truly have no idea what could be coming out of his mouth next.

"You remember the night we went to Taylor's house for Shane's birthday?"

"Yes?"

"After talking to Tank, it just made me realize that the work he is doing at The Veterans Center is so underappreciated and majorly underfunded. So, I talked to my accountant, and I donated four-million-dollars to the center." My eyes practically bug out of my head.

" Four-million-dollars? Sawyer that's…that's amazing." I can barely contain my joy knowing how much that money is going to help up there.

"That's not all."

"Oh, okay. What else?"

What else could there possibly be?

"I'm going to volunteer there during off seasons whenever I can. At the beginning of the season, I thought it might be my last, that I would finally hang up my skates. My heart just wasn't in it anymore, but I realize now that's because I was on a more important mission to make you mine. Ever since we've been together and you've been at my games, it put that fire back in me that I'd been missing for a lot longer than I even realized. But I still feel like I could do more to help out there when I'm not on the ice, you know?"

Sawyer Clark. Hockey god. Future husband. Man of endless surprises.

My mouth pops open but I don't think I have any words left.

"Say something," he encourages.

"I'm trying. My brain is out of words." He laughs and it helps break me out of my buffering phase.

"I just wasn't sure how you would feel about it since it will be my first off season since we got together, and we're engaged now and you're out of school for the summer. I just don't want you feeling like we won't have enough time together while I'm gone but… I don't know, Dove. I just felt like I needed to do it. Ya know?" I climb over to straddle his lap like I did the first night we went driving together.

"You are by far the most incredible man I know. You are so kind, you are always thinking of others, you never stop trying to go above and beyond and I don't think I'll ever stop falling in love with you. Was Tank excited?" I ask, curious how I've not heard about this until now.

"I don't think I've ever seen that man smile so hard. It was both unsettling and beautiful." I burst with laughter, remembering just how much work Tank put into healing and bettering himself to get to where he is today. His humor definitely reflects that of his brother more now, but he still has his broody/grumpy streak much like Max. I believe Sawyer and Tank were destined to be friends.

"We are going to have the rest of our lives together. I promise to tell you if I start missing you too much, but as long as you're coming home to me every night, I don't see this being a problem."

"The only way I'm not coming home to you, Dove is if there's no more breath in my lungs." I lean in and press my lips to his, teasing him until he's grabbing the back of my head, controlling the pace of our kiss. I finally pull away and whisper against his lips.

"Take me in the house, I have something I want to show you." He wastes no time opening the door and carrying me inside placing my feet on the ground right inside the foyer. I kick my shoes off and his brow raises.

"Please tell me it's you naked." His head falls back pleading.

"Not quite." I wink at him, unbuttoning my denim skirt and letting it fall to the ground. His jersey fits me like a dress when it isn't tucked into anything, so I take my time pulling it off over my head. When it's discarded on the floor next to my skirt, Sawyer's gaze is so heated I can almost feel it searing into my skin as he takes in the sight of me.

He begins discarding his clothes, starting with his gray suit jacket quickly followed by his black dress shirt. Then he's in nothing but a pair of gray slacks and it's just as hot as every other damn thing I've ever seen him in.

"You look absolutely delectable in that, Dove. Such a shame I'm about to rip it to shreds to get to you." He snatches me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, but instead of taking me to our room, he takes me to the kitchen instead.

His face is buried in my neck—kissing, sucking and biting causing chills to run down my spine—as he sets me on the massive island countertop. Pulling my breasts out from behind the lace he takes one in his mouth as his hand teases the other before switching to give each one equal attention from his soft lips. Then he leans up to kiss me, gently laying me on my back and ensuring I don't hit my head on the marble before kissing his way down my body. He inhales just as the tip of his nose hits my clit and he groans.

He teases me by swiping his hot tongue along the fabric of the lace bodysuit and nibbling on my most sensitive area. Then, without warning, he rips the lace right down the middle, allowing for more than enough access to where I'm aching for his touch. Without the barrier in our way any longer, he licks nice and slow from entrance to clit driving me absolutely crazy.

"God, you taste like mine ." I'm convinced his mouth must be magic. Every time we're together it feels as though he's known my body forever. How to make it respond to his every touch. Before I know it, he's bringing me to my first orgasm of the night at record speeds before I'm pushing to sit up—earning a look of confusion from Sawyer.

"My turn." I slide down off the counter, turning him so that his back is pressed against it instead. Then I drop to my knees and undo his pants, pulling them and his boxers all the way off. Just looking at him and knowing what he'll feel like when he's filling me completely makes my pussy clench around nothing.

"Fuck you look good on your knees for me." I wrap my hand around his length, giving it a gentle tug before licking from his balls to the tip.

"I'll look even better when I'm choking on your cock, don't you think?" I spit on the tip and notice how his mouth pops open before I take him all the way down my throat.

His hands grip the edge of the counter and the way his knuckles are turning white gives me an extra boost of confidence. I refrain from swallowing to keep him nice and wet, then with my other hand I squeeze his balls and he mutters fuck under his breath.

"You're so good at sucking me off, baby." I moan at his praise and take him as far back as I can. He reaches down and pinches the bridge of my nose between my eyes. "Open your throat for me so I can fuck your pretty mouth properly." I hold on to the back of his thighs as he thrusts—completely intoxicated by the way he looks when my mouth is wrapped around him. Then he pulls out of me and lifts me off the ground.

"There's only one place I want my cum going tonight." His lips cover mine, hungry and desperate as his tongue dips into my mouth before he pulls away. "Turn around and hold on tight." I turn and face the island, gripping the counter as he bends me over. He slides two fingers through my lips then sliding them over my clit so I can feel how wet I am for him.

"Atta girl, wet and ready for me." Then he thrusts. He slows his pace only to lean over and plant kisses all over my back, causing the waves of pleasure I'm already feeling to intensify.

"More," I plead. He thrusts twice more then I'm left empty only for a moment as he turns me around, pulling me up by the legs before sliding in again.

"I needed to see that pretty face." My head falls back with a moan as he returns to the beautiful, punishing pace he had set before.

"Don't stop, Sawyer. I'm so close,"

"I wouldn't dare, baby." With every thrust of his hips, I fall deeper into the euphoria that is being with Sawyer. He makes me happier than I've ever been, and seeing his ring on my finger while he brings me pleasure only he can, makes me want to be his in every way possible as officially as possible. He presses his thumb to my clit with the most delicate and perfect pressure and I let go, soaking him with every drop of my orgasm.

"Sawyer!" I scream, as he empties himself inside me, pulling me closer so there is no space left between us. With every breath he takes his chest presses harder against mine, allowing me to feel his heartbeat against mine.

"I don't want to wait to become your wife. Marry me, Sawyer. Marry me tomorrow, or next week, or next month if we have to wait that long, but marry me sooner, please?" He looks into my eyes, gently cupping my face with his hands as he smiles back at me.

"I think those are the most beautiful words I've ever heard spoken. Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything." I nod in assurance.

"Then let's get married." He smiles and my soul completely melts into his. In my mind, Sawyer and I were one from the moment we first kissed. Now we're just making it official.