DB’s eyes widened. “Love is an interesting look on you, Finch.”
“He should not have fucked with what is mine.”
“You know what you’re asking for, right? If I send in my friends, they will not play nicely. I believe you’re familiar with Anders?”
I grimaced. “Yes.”
I’d always suspected that DB had friends who operated outside the law, but my only connection with that aspect of DB’sbusiness came when I discovered something that was illegal, or should be. I’d deliver my findings to DB, who would turn them over to his friends.
Anders was a different kind of shit show altogether.
“Maybe don’t use Anders on this one,” I said. “I’m pissed, not homicidal. I just want your technical friends to take DeWitt out at the ankles. Put a squeeze on his holdings.”
DB grabbed his cane, which was more for fashion than anything else these days, and tapped it against the industrial carpeting as he thought through what I’d asked of him. “You know that if any of DeWitt’s holdings are illegal or harmful, we’ll destroy them, regardless.”
“Excellent.”
DB and I settled on the particulars, and I was back on I-35 just after lunch. Hendrix would never know I’d been here.
CHAPTER 21
hendrix
I woke up in a position I was rapidly getting used to: face down, with Sawyer laying kisses across my shoulders.
“I would complain about the early hour, but I want you to keep doing that,” I said, grinning into my pillow.
“What are your thoughts on getting fucked first thing in the morning?” Sawyer asked, jiggling my ass.
“Assume a yes. Always,” I said, shifting my hips.
I smiled even wider when the bed dipped and he pushed my legs farther apart to give himself room. His hands gently encouraged me to my knees. He started off by doing double duty—nibbling at the shelf of my ass while squeezing out some lube. The harmonious sounds of both made my lower belly tighten.
I was still loose from last night, and his probing fingers made quick work of preparing me. I moaned into the pillow as he breached the tight ring of muscle, then nearly came when one hand went to my hip and the other to my cock, pleasuring me with a series of noisy, slick strokes.
He fucked into me hard and dirty, but his kisses along my shoulders, up my neck, and around the shell of my ear were sweet. It left me dizzy and thinking truly scary thoughts, with words likeforeverbouncing around in my head.
His sleepy, turned-on grunts grew louder. He’d always been a gentleman, making sure I came first, but this morning he didn’t hold back, filling me in mere moments.
I grinned, imagining what kinds of lovely dreams had turned him on first thing the morning. I’d gone to bed nude, nestling in against him until his dick split my cheeks. Despite his grumbled “Cock tease,” we’d drifted off quickly.
If this was his version of payback, then I planned on sleeping naked for the rest of my life. Especially given the perfect grip of his hand on my dick as he continued to rut into me.
Fuuuuck.
I spilled, realizing at the last minute that he’d put a T-shirt beneath me. I wondered how David Lee Roth felt about having his likeness jizzed on. I’d guess it happened a lot.
As Sawyer withdrew from my body, I stayed in position, knowing he liked to watch his cum drip from my hole. He used his thumb—oof, no, that’s his cock—to push it back inside me, only to pull out and watch it drip again. It was deeply satisfying to hear his broken, low-pitched whine as he stared at my asshole.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, slipping the T-shirt from underneath me to wipe me down with the clean side.
“I’ll have you know that was my mom’s favorite concert tee,” I said, my voice still scratchy from sleep.
He flipped me over and kissed me stupid. “Morning, love,” he said, grinning at me. “I won’t tell your mother how you defiled her T-shirt if you don’t.”
“You’ve got a teeny, tiny dimple in your left cheek,” I said, touching it. “How did I not know that?”
“I normally don’t smile this big.”
