“A tattoo? A collar? I think you’d look so good with a thin silver chain around your neck.” I watch his eyes fall nearly closed as I increase the speed of my strokes.
I can tell he’s close to erupting. I’ve seen this look on his handsome face many times now.
“Tell me, then come for me, little boy. Scream what you want while I make you explode.” With another sharp strike on his ass with the biting leather, I make him buck into my hand.
A long moan rumbles from his chest as his head falls back, his body tensing on the verge of release.
“How, Sawyer?” My own voice climbs into a fevered pitch to match his rapid pants as I snap the belt against him one last time. “How do you want to show the world I love you?”
With a rumbling roar, he raises his chin and cries out. “With a ring!”
Hot strands of cum surge out of him, spurting across the dusty concrete floor.
Chapter 33
Sawyer
Every ounce of strengthis rocketed out of the end of my cock.
Slumping from the restraints, I let myself hang limply from the engine hoist hook.
But her words are on repeat in my head.
“...Show the world I love you…”
Maybe those things I wanted aren’t so dumb?
Her cool palm rests on my cheek as her lips brush mine. “Are you ready to be honest with me now?” she whispers.
When she presses the button to lower my arms, they tingle as the blood begins to circulate again.
“I want all those things you don’t,” I finally admit. “A house, kids, and, um, a ring. I mean, not immediately, but eventually?” My face burns as the truth tumbles out of me.
Flexing my fingers, I pause as she pulls up my underwear.
Then she tugs my jeans back into place with a smile tilting her mouth. “I’m very proud of you for opening up to me. I know it was scary.”
Warmth spreads through my chest with her gentle touch. “It’s everything you said you didn’t want, though.” My knees are still weak, so I slump onto the old truck seats that we use as a bench.
She doesn’t hesitate to crawl onto my lap, draping her legs over my thigh.
Her nails run through my hair, feathering against my scalp in pleasant waves of heat.
Where did my hat go?
Fuck it, I love the feel of her body against mine.
“This is more than I could ever hope for. You’re almost too good to be true, you know that?” Her green eyes get a wistful, faraway look. “It’s hard to wrap my head around the fact that you’ve been there this whole time.”
“I ain’t fancy,” I blurt out. “I mean, this is my empire of crap.” I cast my arm in a broad wave around the shop.
The piles of tools, the rusty broken pieces in the corner, the half-used containers of engine oil and hydraulic fluids.
It’s embarrassing.
“Sawyer, you’re living a dream that most people would die to have.” She shakes her head with a frown. “Why do you think I have a hard time accepting that this could work between us?”
My nose wrinkles. “I thought you hated it?”
