Page 105 of Bridles


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“Val brought you a present, Mrs. Martin.” Sawyer’s pink cheeks prove he felt the same rush of heat that I did.

“I did?” I whisper.

He nods, winking at me.

“I did,” I say a little more firmly, then extend the stuffed envelope to her.

Her brows knot, then raise. “I can’t take this, you kids need this more than I do.” She tries to push it back into my hands.

“No.” Sawyer holds up his palm. “It’s yours. Merry Christmas.”

“Sawyer, you already chop all of that wood for me. It’s a marvelous gift.” Her eyes begin to well.

“You did?” I look at him questioningly.

He shrugs, the corner of his mouth turning up. “It’s just a thing I do every year.”

“Mom, I love you. Take it. We can’t stay, but will come by next weekend, okay?” I want to get him out of here.

“Are you sure?” She hugs the envelope to her chest as if she’s afraid she’ll drop it.

“Yes,” we say simultaneously.

Electricity races through me as we climb back into the truck.

We’ve barely left the driveway when I snap off my seatbelt and start peeling down my leggings.

“Val?”

“Stop the car.” I have a fever in my veins that is calling forhim.

He pulls off to the side quickly. “What are you—”

My mouth silences him as I scramble for his zipper.

Sawyer’s my perfect man. I’ve just been too fucking stubborn to admit it to myself.

No more little steps.

“Ineedyou,” I pant against his lips, then crawl onto his lap.

“Val, I don’t have a condom,” he groans as I pull his hardening cock out of his boxer-briefs.

“We’re done with those.” Hitting the lever to his seat drops the back.

His fingers dig into my hips, pausing me. “What are you saying?”

“I want my ring on your finger, Sawyer, and everything that goes with it. I’m through pretending that I want to wait.” I lean over and cinch up his chain, crushing my mouth against his.

When I lower myself onto him, he groans. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“Then don’t. Fill me up until your cum is leaking out of me.” Rolling my hips, I grind him deeper, squeezing him with my inner muscles.

“Fuck.” He braces himself on the floorboards to thrust into me.

His thumb moves in, pressing against my clit in a rapid flick.

I’ve been practically vibrating all night, so it doesn’t take much to push me into oblivion.