My heart dropped into my stomach.What the fuck have I done?
If it was possible, I was even more fucked up and in love with him than before.
“Thanks,” I said, pulling away from him. “Now get ready. We still have to go to San Antonio before we hit the restaurant tonight.”
CHAPTER 13
hendrix
I wasn’t gonna say anything—mostly because I didn’t want to get my head snapped off—but I was starting to think Sawyer didn’t know the purpose of getting laid. Sex was supposed to make you more relaxed. Happy.
Sawyer, however, somehow looked even more pissed off than he had before I’d let him come all over my face (and a little down the back of my throat).
To be fair, our trip to San Antonio had taken longer than anticipated. San Antonio was no Austin, as far as traffic was concerned. You could usually get in and around the city fairly easily, as long as you avoided peak times.
But luck was not on our side today. Sawyer had been right to be concerned about the construction on the way in, but it was the massive tractor-trailer pileup on the way back that had really fucked with his precious schedule.
We’d had to make the trip today so he could sign some things in person for the sale of his condo, and then he’d picked up yet another suit, which he changed into for the restaurant.
I made fun of his uptight clothing choices, but damn. He really did know how to fill out a suit.
“You look sexy tonight,” I said, pushing an errant hank of hair from his forehead.
“Don’t do that,” he said, batting my hand away.
I bit back a laugh. I knew he was self-conscious about having shown me what he was like in bed. I’d suspected he’d be a super-dominant, super-toppy motherfucker, and I’d been right. I was still completely shocked to witness the change in his personality.
I usually liked to participate a bit more in bed, but the way he’d forced me to be his pillow princess… Literally not one complaint.
Every muscle in my body was well used and happy as fuck. Sawyer was just gonna have to get over himself because I was ready for a rematch as soon as possible.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said curtly. “I promise it won’t happen again.”
“Sure,” I said, feeling affable enough to let him think I believed he could stick to a one-and-done. Sawyer was a man who needed regular access to a mouth or an ass, and he’d gone way too long.
Dude had licked the cum off my abs like it was whipped cream. He was definitely coming back for seconds. All I had to do was bide my time.
After his little declaration, he went quiet. I looked at him and realized that he might not be getting as much sleep as I was. I still had a lot of recovery to go, and my voice was only just now starting to sound like I might be able to carry a goddamned tune at some point in the future, but I was a thousand percent better than I had been in Mexico.
He’d sacrificed a lot to get me to this point, so I decided I wasn’t going to give him as much shit anymore. And maybe, once he was in a better mood, I’d call him out on his own poor sleep habits. It was only fair.
We arrived at the restaurant about twenty minutes late. People expected that of me, but I could see it bugged Sawyer a whole lot. I wanted to tease him about his anxiety, but that kind of went against my new be-nicer-to-Sawyer commitment.
We joined our friends and enjoyed the hell out of the Jamaican tasting menu the chef had prepared for us. The wine was freaking delicious, and I had a great time catching up with everyone. A lot of people commented on how much healthier I looked and complimented Sawyer on helping. He lowered his head and mumbled something about me doing all the hard work. Everyone at the table—including me—knew that was a bald-faced lie.
Still, it hit me wrong that he so clearly regretted fooling around with me, as much as he’d needed it. Hell, he could barely look at me.
Christ, Agnes. It was just sex.
Maybe he was one of those people who felt guilty whenever they got off. Or maybe he really thought that friends shouldn’t fuck.
Whatever. Boring.
I was hoping to have a chance to chat with him about it when we got back to the cabin, to tell him he could take his stress out on me whenever he wanted to—and I wouldn’t mind if he choked me for real next time. I didn’t get to have that conversation, though, because he walked inside and straight back to his room, shutting the door.
Fine. But if he thought that was how chill, in-control people did things, he was sorely mistaken. If anything, he’d convinced me even more that we needed to make this fuck buddy thing happen sooner rather than later.
I went to my bedroom and gathered my things for my nightly routine. Yes, I had a nightly routine—shut up. We’d driven all over hell and creation, so I was looking forward to a long, luxurious shower. I thought I might even do a quick touch-up and oil treatment on my nails.
