Fucking adorable.
I shook my head and bent to kiss him. “Tell you what. Why don’t we take a shower so I can make you feel better with a good tongue-fucking? After, I’ll show you how to make biscuits properly.”
Hendrix’s scowl twitched into a grin. “Okay.Sir.”
I rolled my eyes at his teasing tone and scooped him up off his feet, draping him over my shoulder as I walked toward the bathroom.
CHAPTER 19
hendrix
I was sitting on Sawyer’s face, admiring his sleek body laid out before me, when my phone went off. I reached over and rejected the call so that I could focus on Sawyer’s tongue in my ass.
We still hadn’t talked about last night, but maybe we needed to ease into that conversation with something less monumental, like Sawyer practically licking my brain through my asshole.
I’d woken up alone this morning and been swamped by a tidal wave of emotions. As confusing as that was, I knew instantly that I hated waking up alone.Hated itand never wanted to do it again.
Considering how much effort I’d put in, over the years, to ensure that Ialwayswoke up alone, this was a tectonic shift on the order of the continents colliding.
More damning was the fact that I didn’t want to wake up with just any old lover. No, I wanted to wake up with Sawyer and Sawyer alone. On that, I was crystal clear. Which made me wonder if I’d been walloped upside the head or somehow transported to an alternate universe in which I was a relationship guy.
I’d even flipped my phone over to double-check. Nope. I was still in Seguin, Texas, and I was falling hard for Sawyer Finch.
It was weird to want him romantically, considering I’d loved him platonically since high school. I knew my fellow Lost Boys would never have believed me if I told them how much I adored them—I was too goofy to be taken seriously—but I did. I loved every single one of them with everything I had.
This thing with Sawyer, though? It was shocking what a difference one night of lovemaking—seriously, who was I?—could make. I had to wonder if these feelings had been hiding inside me this whole time. As far as surprises went, it was a pretty good one.
That, however, left an awkward and uncomfortable truth: I was going to have to find some way to tell Agnes that,oops, I was practicallyinlove with him, and it wasn’t going away anytime soon.
My brain screeched to a halt on that thought. As a songwriter, I’d always romanticized my preoccupation with Walker and the resulting ephemeral nature of my sex life. My ability to release any and all attachments—literally my ability to go away—had been a big part of my personality for a very long time.
Perhaps it was letting go of Walker that helped me see what had been waiting for me the entire time. Talk about your fucking whiplash. I was going to have to sit with this for a while.
In the meantime, I was riding Sawyer’s face like one of those horses our buddy Leo kept going on about.
I let out a grunt as Sawyer ran a slicked hand up and down my cock. “Fuck, baby. You have thebesttongue on the planet.”
Endearments usually made me cringe, hard core, but Sawyer had called me baby last night and I’d liked it. I liked the word even better when it was rolling off my tongue.
Seriously, who was I?
Sawyer’s body stiffened below mine, and I wondered if the nickname affected him as much as it did me. I hoped so.
After one final thrust of his tongue, he slid me down his chest toward his slick cock as he sat up against the headboard. Guiding my hips, he pressed himself against my slippery, relaxed hole and pulled me down.
“Jesus,” I cried, the breath stolen from my lungs.
“Too much?” he asked, starting to pull away.
“Never,” I said, stopping him. I turned and caught his look. “You know I love it.”
There. I could see it in his eyes clear as day—the emotion behind the smoothed-out expressions. How long had he felt this way? Had he really been in love with me since high school?
I faced forward and thrust down as he thrust up, and I promptly went out of my mind with pleasure. He sucked on my earlobe while plucking at a nipple and jacking me off.
Everything, everything,everythingabout the way he held me and fucked into me was perfect, as if he’d read my mind and responded accordingly. “You’ve ruined me for all others,” I joked, but not.
The thought of having sex with anyone else after having been introduced to Sawyer’s mouth, cock, and hands… Yeah, fuck no. I couldn’t even fathom it.
