I grinned. I’d bet Sawyer had so much self-control that he only got hard when he wanted to. As much as I teased him, that level of control was sexy as hell. Given how well Sawyer was taking care of me, it wasn’t difficult to imagine him being that same combination of directive yet caring in bed. Even if he didn’t want to call himself a daddy, he wassucha daddy.
Ah, well. A rose by any other name and whatnot.
When I refocused my attention, his eyes were narrowed.
“What?” I asked, pushing past him as I aimed for the cabin. If he was going to cut our walk short, I wasn’t going to complain about it.
“Where did your head go just then?” he demanded.
“None of your business.”
“What was on my phone was none ofyourbusiness.” He made acome ongesture. “Spill.”
I shrugged. “I can see it.”
“See what?”
“You, with a tiny guy sucking on your cock, calling you daddy. Come morning, he’s lying back against a luxurious stack of pillows as you bring him breakfast in bed.”
I wasn’t sure why I’d gone and said that. Sometimes, though, when the exhaustion caught up with me, he’d bring me breakfast—all of my meals, really—in bed. He’d even go outside and pick awild rose from one of the bushes by the tree line, then bring my food on a tray with the rose in a tiny cut-crystal vase.
Not that I was complaining about him being thoughtful. Even I wasn’tthatbig of an asshole. Though…
“After that, I bet he’d suck you off one more time to show his gratitude.”
“I swear, if you never said any derivative of the wordsuckto me ever again, I’d be a happy man,” he groused as he let us in through the main gate.
“Fine,” I said, rubbing my hands together. He had no idea what he’d just started. “By the way, do you know the name of my favorite summer flower?” I tapped the back of his knee with my foot.
He was far too flexible to stumble, but he did glare down at me, which felt like a win. “No, Hendrix. Why would I have any idea what your favorite summer flower is?”
“Honeysuckle,” I said, with a big grin.
He looked away, trying to hide his smile. “You are a nightmare.”
“Wait till you figure out my favorite suit material.”
He raised his brow, unable to help his curiosity.
“Seersucker.” I snorted.
The palms of his hands went back to his eyes. “Kill me now,” he mumbled.
I knocked my shoulder into his arm, hoping to get us back on track. “Guess what Chase would always call me in high school?”
He kicked a pebble into a thatch of grass. “Let me guess. Cocksucker.”
“No. He preferred ‘shrimp dick.’ Or the F-slur.”
“Fuck you.”
“Close, but not quite.”
I heard a tiny laugh escape him as we hit the front porch steps. I shot him finger guns as he unlocked the door.
“Fine. You’re very funny,” he said, completely deadpan. “But now we have to focus. Before you started all this nonsense, I got an alert that there’s highway construction on the way in, so go ahead and take a shower and get dressed. We’re going to head out to San Antonio in a few.”
“That’s okay. I think I’ll stay here.”
