Dirty (15 page)

             
He kissed her cheek, and then pulled away from the counter. “Time to put the girls to bed…all three of them.”

             
She chuckled. So he thought he was going to get lucky tonight. Well of course he was! No woman would be able to resist this confident, selfless, loyal, and giving creature. Not to mention he was sex on a pretzel stick. Mmm, she could eat him up. She watched his tight backside as he strutted into the living room.

             
“Bedtime.”

             
“No! I wanna stay up with Courtney and Levi.” Riley whined.

             
“It’s a school night.”

             
“When will you be back?” Jess asked.

             
Courtney nervously looked to Sawyer for the answer. Jess followed her lead. “Can you go dress shopping on Saturday night?” Jess asked.

             
“Yeah.” Courtney looked down at her shoes.

             
“But Murph, you have to ask Courtney on a date.”

             
“Oh…yeah um…shit…I mean I don’t really have much to offer, maybe a walk, or we could hang out here.” He looked around nervously.

             
“Sounds great.” He was adorable. Courtney’s insides were smiling at his vulnerability. She wanted to grab him and reassure him, but she didn’t want to freak him or his sisters out by being over the top.

             
“It does?” He crinkled his nose at the question.

             
She bit her lip and nodded, reaching out to clasp his hands in hers.

             
“Off to bed girls.”

             
“Can we take Levi?”

             
“Sure. Night-night.”

             
She watched as the girls and Sawyer slowly put the room back together and gathered themselves and the dog. As she waited, she took a seat on the couch and watched him through an occasional sideways glance. He was gentle with his sisters, helping them pick up and tuck the throw pillows back into their homes. They hugged and exchanged I love yous, and then the trio 
disappeared down the hallway
 with Levi in tow.

             
He was a father and a brother. He provided for them—fed and clothed them and tended to all of their basic needs. And he did it selflessly. The love he’d built in the little home could be felt down to the marrow. Now she felt vulnerable, alone in the living room as she was. She felt like an intrusion on his very private life—a privacy he worked hard to maintain…and he’d shared it with her.

             
Her mind was flying as she thought through the events of the past few hours. She assumed his parents were dead, but she desired to know when they died and how.
How did he end up in this situation that he managed with grace and love?

             
He turned the corner. “Riley’s already asleep and Jess isn’t too far behind.” Now it was getting awkward as he stood staring at her. She stood from the couch to join him. They stared at one another across the coffee table. “I um…I’m really glad you came here tonight. Now you know what my responsibilities are. I don’t have any spare time or money, which is why I can’t date.” He laughed nervously. “Despite Jessica’s heartfelt wishes.”

             
“Dating is so two thousand and one.”

             
“It is?” He looked hopeful.

             
“Yeah. We don’t have to date. We can do this.” She used her index finger to gesture around the room.

             
“You’d do this in lieu of going out to French restaurants?”

             
She closed the space between them. “I would.” She stood close to him. So close she could feel his breath on her face. “Can I tell you a secret?”

             
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his long, masculine neck. “I’ve grown quite fond of you.” She leaned in and kissed the bubble in his neck, savoring the saltiness of his skin on her lips.

             
“Do you want to go to my bedroom?”

             
“I thought you’d never ask.”
             
In his room he motioned to the bed, and so she sat on the edge. He placed his hands on the wooden frame of the bed and leaned in so that they were face to face and he was between her legs. “I’m not sorry about the sex we had. I’ve been dreaming of you every night. It’s been incredible.” He placed a delicate feather kiss on her lips. “I
am
sorry for how I left things. You said I treated you with disdain and dismissal. You were right, but it wasn’t you I was treating that way…it was me. I wanted so badly in that moment to be the guy that you deserved, but never will be. No one will. You deserve an immortal…a god, which I’m not. I don’t understand your acceptance of me and it scares me because I start thinking that one day you’ll realize how much you gave up to be with me.”

             
He was breaking her heart. Tears leaked from her eyes, down her cheeks, and onto her lap. “Sawyer, when we’re together—just you and me with no outside distractions—it works, and it works beautifully. I’ve met your family. I understand your responsibilities and the man you need to be—the man you are.” Her palm rested on his jaw. “You’re a beautiful person, inside and out. What you’ve sacrificed selflessly for these girls, the way you dig in and provide…these are the things that make you a king among men. In how you live life you are richer by far than even Croesus. I don’t need to know any more. I’m already falling in love with you and your family. Nothing can change how I feel about you.”

             
He stood to remove his shirt, his brown eyes raging like a wild storm. “That’s what you think!” He grasped her thighs and tilted her onto her butt on the bed, biting and tugging at her jaw, her neck, the swell of her breast—he was all over her and his occasional wild growls ignited her sex until it pulsed for him.

             
He bent down and nuzzled between her breasts. When he bit one of her nipples through the thin cloth of her shirt, it made her body arch and her core clench with need for him. She gasped when he released her.

             
“Do you want me?”

             
“Yes! I want you.”

             
He giggled against her mouth. “Shh.”

             
“Oh shit. I forgot about the girls.”

             
He locked his arms on each side of her and in one move was on his feet. She pulled her head up and watched him latch the door with a hook, and then stare at his work with his hands on his waist.

             
What the hell—she did in fact need him.
Now!
“Sawyer?”

             
“What, baby?” He was dragging an old recliner across the floor, his shoulders and arms bulked with tensing muscle.

             
“I said I need you and I meant it.”
             

             
“I’m going to take care of you. Are you wet for me?”

             
“Mmm.” God, she liked how he was uninhibited with his actions and his words in the bedroom.

             
“So impatient. Take off your skirt and your panties.”
What the hell was he doing with the chair?
She complied with his command, removing her garments in one sweep. He didn’t mention anything about a bra, but she decided it best to remove that as well.

             
He’d pushed the recliner in front of the door.
Paranoid much?
It could be fun to play with him a little, she thought, as she bent her knees and placed her heels on the bed.
He turned to walk back toward the bed and froze, staring straight up her body. She slid her middle finger across her wet core. “Take off your pants, Mr. Murphy.”

             
He toed off his boots, unhooked his leather belt, and took off his pants. Standing in the middle of the floor in tight, white trunks he lowered his chin and looked down at her through lust-filled eyes. He opened his arms and said, “I’m yours, command me.”

             
The thought of all that bronzed, hot body at her beck and call had her body sizzling—her nipples tingled and tightened and her sex throbbed. “Remove your trunks.”

             
She sat up on the bed, staring at him and his heavy erection that reached toward his stomach. The man was a thoroughbred. He grasped the root of his cock and pumped, making it grow even thicker. She was drawn to him as if in a trance—her sole purpose to taste all of him. She dropped to her knees, and then lifted him at the root, pumping the way he liked. A drop leaked from the tip and she leaned in to savor. His chest immediately rumbled with pleasure and his hands fisted in her hair.

             
Courtney took half of his length, the head already at the back of her throat. Her tongue swirled around the girth in her mouth.

             
“You’re going to make this quick and I have plans of keeping you going all night.”

             
At his words, she moaned around him.

             
“I need to be inside of you.”

             
She slowly slid her lips down his length and let him from her mouth. “I thought I was running this show.”

             
He chuckled. “Baby, is that really what you want?”

             
She stood, frowning from not understanding his intent. Tugging at her hips, he pulled her to him. His lips closed on her earlobe as he snarled like a feral beast into her ear. “You seem confused. I plan to use your body in many ways tonight—idolize, adore, pleasure, and worship just to name a few.” His tongue swirled in her ear as his hand kneaded her breast. “I want to drive you to the brink of sanity.”

             
“Oh…I want that. All of that.” Her voice was heavy and moist.

             
He lifted her by the waist. “Wrap your legs around me.” He walked them to the bathroom and set her on the edge of the vanity. “You might get loud because I intend to fuck you hard. I’ve been drowning without you.” His hands lowered to rest on the vanity, one on each side of her thighs. His head came down and they were eye to eye, their gazes locked on one another. “Tell me what you want, Courtney.”

             
“You!”

             
He placed his wet tip at her entrance and teased her as he circled his hips, eliciting a groan from her throat. “How much?”

             
“All.”

             
His hands went beneath her, cupping her ass. “Are you ready for me?”

             
“Beyond ready.”

             
“Hold on to my shoulders, this is going to be hard. You’ll need to be quiet.” His eyes narrowed and simmered with heat as they melted into hers.

             
She nodded once, and then he thrust his hips and pulled her all the way onto him from his hold on her ass. Her heavy breath stuck in her throat, causing her to gasp loudly. His intrusion was deep and hard and filled her completely. She tensed, her body not used to the size of him. He slowly pulled back, using his hips and the hold he had on her to aid the friction and she felt her body mold around him.

             
He pulled out all the way, teasing her yet again with the tip. After making room for him, her body felt the shock of his absence.

             
“Again?”

             
“Yes!” He plunged deep and hard, the pressure great between her creaming thighs. This time he didn’t ask, just pulled out to the tip, and then pounded his length into her as deep as he could get. His hips pistoned like coupling wheel rods on an express train and with each long push she felt his heavy sack against her core. He roared down the track and she enjoyed being the woman that had him losing all control.

             
The tendons in his neck and shoulders flexed, exposing lines of lean muscle across his upper body. His punishing rhythm brought her quickly toward a scorching release and she felt her core clench. Her tightening orgasm was accompanied by expletives spewed from him and funneled into her ear as she shuddered around his large body. He slowed his hard rhythm ever so slightly, thereby allowing her a slow steady release.

             
When his eyes turned dark and his exacting rhythm turned erratic she knew he was about to go over the edge. He pulled out slowly, stopping his relentless assault of her body. The only clue she had that he was about to tear her apart was the tensing of his oblique muscles. His thrust thundered into her and his head was thrown back as he roared out his pleasure.

             
His cocked twitched and grew as his seed released inside of her. She watched in awe at the power she’d harnessed. He was a lion before her, growling out his satisfaction. Her hand left his shoulder to skim down his chest, stopping to trace around a tight nipple. He had nice nipples. She squeezed relentlessly, his eyes opened to slits, pinning her in place. Her fingers found their way down his chest and stroked the trail of hair that led to his magnificent manhood.