Bayou Rouges: Dirty Part 17

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 a.s.s. "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 a.s.s. 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 punis.h.i.+ng rhythm brought her quickly toward a scorching release and she felt her core clench. Her tightening o.r.g.a.s.m 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 a.s.sault 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 c.o.c.ked 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.

They were still. Conjoined together by pa.s.sion for a moment in time. His c.o.c.k still pulsed and was still hard and large, but his breathing was starting to even. Her fingers slithered through the sweat between his pecs.

His forehead lowered to hers. "Being inside of you is a f.u.c.king pleasure overload. I've never experienced anything like it before."

"I'm glad because I like you inside of me."

"Your heat drives me insane." His warm hand clutched her jaw. "I'm an animal with you. I lose all control."

She kissed his palm. "I love it. I don't want to be treated like a doll. I want to push you to the borders of your sanity." She threw his thoughts back at him.

He chuckled. "You're dangerous."

"So are you."

G.o.d, looking into his eyes she knew she was already gone. She loved him. Wanted him forever. His touch felt natural-like he'd been part of her all along. When they were connected it was like she'd found the other half of herself. With Travis and Reese it had just been s.e.x, mostly to appease them, but Sawyer was so attuned to her needs she doubted if he'd ever let her go without satisfaction.

"What?"

She smiled. "Nothing."

"I asked you if you wanted another o.r.g.a.s.m."

"I didn't hear you."

"I'm aware of that. What were you thinking so hard about?"

"Just about how amazing our connection is."

"It's pretty amazing-life altering I'd say."

Life altering. "It refuses to be ignored."

He dropped his lips to hers and kissed her sweetly. Against his lips she mumbled, "Did you say something about another o.r.g.a.s.m?"

He giggled.

Chapter 10.

For the rest of that week Courtney saw Sawyer and the girls every day. She was in love with a capital L. He was starting to accept her help where he wouldn't before, even letting her provide take-out dinner. The evenings had been great, but the nights were on fire! Every night, after the girls were in bed, they'd share his bed, and then she'd leave in the wee hours. She yawned. Her nightly activities were starting to take their toll, but she and Sawyer hadn't decided the best way to discuss their relations.h.i.+p with the girls. She'd see him tonight, but on Sat.u.r.day she was keeping Ryder. She'd promised they'd make pizza using the wood burning oven Dad had just had constructed on the porch and binge watch Marvel movies. Her eyes felt heavy just thinking about all of that activity.

As planned, on Friday she went to Jessica's volleyball game while Sawyer took Riley to a twirling compet.i.tion. Riley was awful with a baton, and despite Courtney's expert tutelage of her routine, she still failed to complete it without dropping the baton several times. The girl was stubborn though-she had that going for her. Riley was desperate to make the cut and she'd probably spent more than thirty hours practicing during the evenings this week alone. Courtney had the fingers of each hand crossed-one for Riley and her routine and one for Jess who on this Friday night was about to serve the game point.

Holding her breath, Courtney watched as Jess geared up for her serve by bouncing the ball, testing its buoyancy. She held the ball in the palm of her hand and then tossed it in the air, jumping to smack it with her fierce palm. Wow, the girl had some serious power. The ball sailed past the opposing team's six players, no one attempting to return the serve. The white rubber bounced just inside the boundary line and cheers filled the auditorium. Jess was encircled by her teammates. They'd won and she'd delivered the winning point.

Sawyer watched his little sister finish off a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. He couldn't believe Jessica was growing up so quickly. She was fast on her way to becoming the Westlake Bulldogs volleyball team's MVP and she was going to go shopping today to pick out her dress for the winter dance.

He didn't know how he felt about her attending a dance at the age of thirteen with a boy. At least it was Dallas Garner taking her to the dance and not anyone else. He'd observed their interaction at church. The boy was deathly afraid of girls, and Jess could be very opinionated. He chuckled thinking of the time Dallas had worn a white Don Johnson Miami Vice era suit to church one Easter. Jessica had asked him if he'd gotten a job on a cruise s.h.i.+p. The boy had turned as red as a tomato. Satisfied that Jessica would be okay with Dallas, he asked her to follow him into his bedroom.

"How much do you think it'll be for the dress and shoes?"

"I don't know."

He pulled five twenties from the box under the bed. "Here."

Jess took his offering, her eyes widening as she counted. She peeled off two twenties and pushed them into his chest. "I'm sure I can make do with less."

Sawyer pushed her hand away. "Take a hundred just in case. If there's any left you can bring it back." He laughed, doubting there would be.

"Thank you, Sawyer." She wrapped her arms around his waist. "I love you."

His palm on her back, he returned the phrase, "I love you."

Since Courtney was taking the girls for the day, Sawyer was free to work and, as luck would have it, there was plenty of opportunity.

At the construction site he dug sewer lines for the new restaurant and thought about how nice it was to have help with the girls. This past week he'd cherished not only the physical help, but also having another adult to confide in and talk with. Sensual memories came to mind. Memories made after the girls had gone to bed. He missed Courtney every minute that he didn't have her beside him. Wondering if they'd have time for a nap in his bedroom, he decided he'd become one of those fools in love. He didn't mind...he'd be her fool again and again.

Sat.u.r.day night Sawyer ordered pizza and he and the girls convened around the coffee table as Riley loaded Princess Diaries into the DVD player.

"Can we watch something else?" Jess pleaded. "You've picked that stupid movie for your last three." She held Levi in the air and touched her nose to his.

"I think it's more like her last five picks."

Riley stood and held the DVD in the air. "It's my turn to pick and I pick this."

"How much was everything today?" Sawyer asked. Riley took Levi from Jess, content to dress him in the T-s.h.i.+rt provided by Courtney.

"I don't know. A lot I think." Jess scooted her b.u.t.t forward on the couch, and then slid her hand into the pocket of her jeans. "Here."

He took her offering. "Why didn't you use the money I gave you?"

"Courtney put it on her credit card."

"But I wanted to pay for it."

Jess shrugged. "I tried to give her the money, but she wouldn't take it."

"Well I'd like to pay for it so I'll give her the money directly."

Jess turned anxious eyes on him. "It was a lot of money, Sawyer."

"How much?"

"I don't know exactly, but the shoes alone were over three hundred dollars."

"Three hundred dollars for shoes?!"

She frowned. "Courtney said she wanted to pay for it."

"We can't accept it."

"Why not?"

"How much for the dress?" Maybe he could buy her the dress. "Six hundred."

"Oh Jess, you'll have to return those items to Courtney."

She stood. "No!" She screamed through her tears, her face red-hot.

Riley left the room with Levi in her arms and Sawyer wished he could do the same. He hated arguing with either one of them. For the most part they all got on well, but occasionally they'd have it out. "We'll get you something else just as nice."

"I don't want something else, I want what she gave me."

"I'm sorry, Jess, I'm going to return those items to her."

She ran out of the living room. A few beats later the door to her room slammed shut. He leaned forward on the couch and rested his elbows on his knees. Running a hand through his hair he thought about the woman with the platinum hair and eyes so blue he could see the world reflected in them. Why had she gone and spent so much money on a poor girl from east Baton Rouge? He'd never be able to provide for Jess like that once Courtney was gone. And she'd inevitably leave once she found out his father's permanent address at the federal correctional inst.i.tution.

The night was lost and Sawyer was exhausted. He turned off the television and DVD player. He'd go grocery shopping tomorrow after church.

On Sunday Jess spent the first half of the day in her room feigning a headache to get out of going to church, so he and Riley went alone. By one o'clock, Jessica's headache had miraculously taken a turn for the better and they returned home to find she'd moved her pouting to the couch where she currently channel surfed in her pajamas.

"I'm going to run to the store and get sandwich stuff. What kind of chips do we want today?"

"Barbecue!" Riley yelled.

"Jess?"

"I don't care."

"So I'll just get you salt and vinegar."

"I hate vinegar!"

"Then you do care."

She stormed off in a huff and on cue a door slammed in the distance. He and Riley stood in the living room, stunned.

"Maybe she could just keep the dress but return the other stuff." Riley shrugged.

"I can't pay six hundred dollars for a dress."

"I know. You wouldn't have to."

"Riley, come over here and sit next to me on the couch." She complied immediately. "Do you understand why it would be wrong to accept those items from Courtney?"

"They cost a lot of money."

"That's right, they do, but that's not the only reason we can't accept them."

"What's the other reason?"

He sat with his fingers steepled and thought carefully about how he'd relay this next bit to his younger sister. "We are not six-hundred-dollar-dress people. To wear the dress would be like putting a lion in an ostrich costume. Beneath the costume, he's still a lion, not an ostrich. Instead of hiding behind the ostrich, he should be proud of who he is and where he comes from. He doesn't need a costume."

Big brown doe eyes blinked up at him. "Maybe the lion just wanted to have a little fun doing something he may never again get the chance to do."

His baby sister had just delivered a master line. He kept playing it over and over in his head, a.n.a.lyzing the intent of her message.

"I'm starving. I think we have hotdogs." She went into the kitchen, leaving him with dropped jaw on the couch as he contemplated his next move.