In the Wind (13 page)

Jace

Better Things To Do

I wake up with a smile on my face. Five minutes in heaven brought me one big step closer to fixing what I fucked up. Arriving at the McLaughlin house, I have all kinds of plans for my day with Sawyer. A lot of them involve her under me.

Instead, I'm stuck playing touch football.

Zane explains how we're playing for the entertainment of the house staff. By we, he doesn't mean him since he's spending the day with Yesenia. I'll be stuck with Snap, Crackle, and Pop again.

Enjoying their catered lunch, Mamas Hilde, May Dee, and Phuong sit on a secondary deck. Other staff sits with JJ, drinking wine coolers with their ribs and chicken.

Dropping my belongings off in the room I stayed in before, I dress in shorts and a tee left out for me. Grumpy, I crave alone time with Sawyer. My mood improves immediately once I find Sawyer jumping around with the twins. I have no idea what the hell they're doing, but she looks beautiful and happy.

Earlier in the morning, Cooper called to ask when his sister was returning home. I told him that she's going through a phase. He grunted, hanging up on me. If he saw Sawyer's smiles right now, Cooper might be a bit more patient.

The game takes place on a large side yard with white paint signifying the goals. Sounds easy enough, yet these are the McLaughlins.

First, the football we're playing isn't the sport Texans love. It's a fluid game where everyone does whatever they want and crotch shots are allowed.

Second, I don't even get to be on Sawyer's team. She's teamed up with Bodie. I'm stuck with Colbie who for some damn reason uses our huddles to share gossip about people I've never met.

"Gillian masturbates to lesbian porn, but she's not a lesbian."

"Arlene had her hoola-hoop tightened after her divorce."

"Vince doesn't know if any of his kids are actually his."

After twenty minutes, we've lost a few points or maybe gained them. I honestly can't tell what the rules are in this bizarre version of touch football. I just know I'm sweaty and losing my patience with Colbie's sharing.

"Why are you telling me that shit?" I finally ask during a huddle.

Colbie smiles brightly. "I think you and Sawyer are a cute couple. I figured if I was annoying enough you wouldn't accidentally fall in love with me before you two get back together."

"You're a sweet chick, but I promise you don't need to worry about that problem."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, Sawyer's bitch."

Rolling my eyes, I stop pretending we're talking about the game and stand up straight. Colbie joins me long enough to trash talk her sister.

"Gonna cut ya, skank."

Smirking, Colbie begins a staring contest. Their focus elsewhere, I walk towards Sawyer. Her wild hair once wrapped into a tight ponytail is falling apart now. I think to make a comment until she runs at me.

"Run!" Colbie screams, skipping around the playing field while Bodie just stares at her.

I have no idea if Colbie is yelling at me. With her skipping, I assume this is a twins thing. Only when Sawyer tries to tackle me do I realize I have the ball and we're playing. Would it kill someone to blow a fucking whistle when the game is on again?

Sawyer's tackling attempt is pathetic, and I stand casually with her hanging off my right side. When she doesn't let go, I can't tell if her plan is to climb me or knock me down. Sawyer is as difficult to read as the twins.

"Which way is my goal?" I ask Sawyer.

"I don't know. Even if I did, I wouldn't help you. I want to win."

"I think you're a thousand points ahead," I say as she wraps her legs around my waist. "Wait, are you coming on to me?"

Sawyer growls, and I finally accept we're playing the game. The twins meanwhile are now wrestling around on the ground and trying to make each other eat grass. This means the field is open for me to score.

Walking steadily towards my goal, I grin at Sawyer. She jerks her body against mine, trying to force me lose my balance.

"I'm going to score," I say, still walking. "Maybe with you tonight too."

Sawyer glares at me. When her blue eyes blink rapidly, I know she's thinking.
Shit, I might be in trouble.

Worried about my balls, I never expect her to climb up and latch onto my throat with her soft lips. Sawyer sucks at my skin, sending my dick into an erection in two seconds. If her plan is to make my cock too painfully hard for me to walk, she's on the right path.

"I'm open," yells one of the twins from the goal line.

All the blood rushing to my crotch explains why I throw the ball when on some level I know the twin is Bodie. She catches the ball and runs towards the other goal. Colbie tackles her, leading to more wrestling. This time, Bodie's goal is to shove the ball up her sister's ass.

Sawyer's lips release my throat while she glances at the screaming twins. She even slides off me. No way am I letting her get away so easily.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her back against me.

"No," she mutters.

"I can't hear you over their screaming," I lie, keeping her back to my chest so I can kiss her neck. "They're so loud."

"I said stop!" Sawyer yells, twisting around to kiss me. "Dickhead."

Mixed signals aside, Sawyer climbs me again, and my arms keep her in place. Sucking hungrily at my tongue, she acts like a starving woman.

The onlookers clap at our display, and the twins do a cheer about Sawyer and me fucking in a tree. By the time Colbie begins chasing Bodie around the yard, I'm carrying Sawyer into the house and away from prying eyes.

Sawyer

Here I Am

Stripped naked, Jace isn't the same guy I remember. He's filled out in a lot of ways, but he was always packing a sizable cock. The first time I saw it, I told him my vagina might need a few rounds with the football team to ensure he fit. Jace's possessive expression that day surprised me. The look on his face as we stand in the shower is similarly startling.

"You got your panties in a twist about my porn comment," he says, pinching my nipples the way I like. "You know I love your tits. I love the way they bounce when you laugh hard or when I fuck you hard. They way your pink nipples need rough pinching to get hard."

I say nothing, leaning my head against the tiled walls. My eyes take in the sight of all his hard flesh. I want to know this new Jace. Taste all of his new muscles and rediscover all the old ones.

Wanting him, I still feel the old hurt from the day he left me. "This doesn't mean anything," I say, unable to stop myself.

"It means what it means."

Pushing him away, I frown. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

I stare into his dark eyes and know he's telling the truth. Jace isn't hiding. He's not playing any mind games, even with himself. He really does look at me and think I'm beautiful. My unquenchable lust beats back all those hurt feelings.

"Fuck me," I growl, stepping up on the shower seat and climbing into his arms. "Fuck me, but don't talk. Words aren't our friends."

Jace takes my suggestion and uses his lips to devour mine rather than speak. Our wet bodies slip and slide, but his long hard cock finally eases into my body. I fucking giggle at the feel of him stretching me open and claiming me again.

Bouncing joyfully on his cock, I never worry about Jace dropping me. Not when he has all these new muscles to keep me safe.

Coming fast and hard, I laugh with relief. I'd wanted him since he returned his cock to his pants the night before. Jace sucks at my throat, hard enough to leave hickeys. I think back to the first one he gave me and the look Pop got when he saw it. Laughing again, I feel a weight lift off me and a little freedom handed back.

I don't know if Jace comes before we leave the shower. He's so fucking hard when he rests me soaking wet on the bed. I turn over on my knees and lift my ass up.

Leaning forward, Jace kisses the tattoo on my shoulder and shoves his cock back inside me. I glance back at him, smiling at the hunger in his eyes. No way do I want him satisfied. I expect to be fucked until my pussy files a restraining order and not a minute sooner.

Jace's hips pump vigorously, pushing me closer to another orgasm. I know he's close too. His fingers grip my waist, pulling my hips back to meet his.

Our rhythms setting each other off, we both come. I hide my face in the sheets, soaking in every pleasurable wave. I want to forget the last nine months. The pain, anger, and grief. I want to be the old Sawyer who feared nothing. Life was so damn easy for me until one day it wasn't. Losing Jace and Pop made me a weak bitch, but I want to break free from my depression.

Yet, I can't apparently. I roll onto my back and look up at Jace. He's still so beautiful, but he's different. Wider shoulders, longer hair, colder eyes, he isn't my Jace anymore.

The walls close in on me the way they did when Pop died. Everything seems too bright and loud. I can't concentrate. Panicking, I think I'm suffocating.

I feel like I'm moving, but the world only spins. Nothing registers for a long time as I struggle to breathe. When my vision settles, I'm sitting with my head pressed against my knees. In this position, I'm forced to breathe slower. Rather than suffocating, I was hyperventilating just like at the hospital with Pop.

Calming, I feel Jace's fingers on the back of my neck, caressing the damp skin. I fear looking at him and seeing all those changes. This new world with no Pop and a new Jace scares the shit out of me. No amount of fucking will fix my fears either.

"What happened?" he asks, leaning me back on the bed.

"You're different, and I'm not. I'm still the Sawyer I was before the world shit on my life. I haven't adjusted. You'd think with all my talk that I'd have a handle on my crap by now."

Jace says nothing. He hates these deep talks, and I don't blame him. Actions can be altered, but feelings can't be controlled.

"Stay with me," I say as he pulls a blanket over me.

"Nowhere else I want to be."

"No talking though."

"Nothing to say."

"No, there isn't," I murmur.

Jace reaches over for the remote and turns on the TV. We find a crappy Syfy movie and half watch it. We're both thinking and wishing we weren't feeling.

Even loving Jace, I don't trust him. Maybe I never will. Can we rebuild without trust? Are we bound to fail if I can't forget the day he left me? I know the answers suck, so I focus on the shitty movie rather than the man wrapping me in his arms.

Jace

Liar

Sawyer has lost her damn mind! A fuck and a freak out later, she still plans to go on her date with Stanley. Nope, not going to happen.

I can't lose my temper in front of her though. She's still frazzled from her panic attack. We're resting in bed when she tells me about her date. Hiding in my head finally comes in handy since I show her no reaction.

"What time?" I ask, playing with her wild curls.

"In thirty minutes. I should get ready."

Sawyer doesn't move, but I do. Sliding gently out from behind her, I walk to the closet and find a clean pair of jeans. I search my bag for something else and return to bed.

"You look tired," I say, caressing her cheek. "Even with all the naps."

Smiling, Sawyer's waiting for me to say something about Stanley. Words aren't my strong suit, so I snap the handcuff on her wrist. Sawyer doesn't react until the second one is locked to the bedpost. I wonder if she thought the cuffs were my way of hinting for more sex.

"What?" she asks, choosing to be confused.

"I fucked up when I left you, and we're not really unfucked yet. I know all that, but you aren't going out with this guy. Or any guy. You've been mine for too long for you to stop."

"You fucked other women!" she yells, yanking at the cuffs.

"One woman and I had to fake coming. Guys should never fucking fake it, but there I am faking it because I'm not with you."

"Bullshit," she mutters. "Guys can't fake it."

"Sure, they can," I say, standing up and finding a shirt. "I just made a lot of grunting noises and pulled out like I was done. I wasn't really hard anyway. Lucky, I didn't fall out already."

"You're bullshitting me."

"Sounds like it, but nope. Totally true. I tried fucking one chick at a bar first. I was drunk and kissing her and I hated it. I figured maybe I needed a real relationship with a girl who didn't call me Jack while we were making out."

Sawyer wants to laugh at me, but she's too angry. I pull the shirt over my head and continue telling my story.

"I dated Kristie Dees for a week and ended up faking an orgasm like a schmuck. Couldn't get my dick to work right with her. So I stopped trying to fuck girls, but I couldn't tell anyone and look like a pussy around the club guys."

"Loser," she laughs, still trying to get loose from the handcuffs.

"Says the lying bitch with the two guys in one night bullshit."

Sawyer flips me off with her free hand. I shove my feet into boots and run my hands through my mostly dry hair.

"I'm going to get rid of Stanley. Once he's gone, I'll let you loose. You can kick my ass or fuck me until my hips break. I don't care which, but you're not going out with him. Not with your pussy filled with my seed."

"I could douche and clean myself out, if you think that would help."

This time, I flip her off. Sawyer smiles, but she's also pissed. Taking a swipe at me when I bring her a drink and her phone, she even tries fake crying to manipulate me.

"Be back in awhile."

"Fucker, I'm going to stick your dick in a food processor and turn it into a nutritional shake!"

Laughing, I close the door behind me before heading downstairs.