This felt like he was unraveling me layer by layer. My fingers tangled in his damp hair, holding on. My moans filled the quiet room, mingling with the soft crackle of the fire.
I was floating, tethered to the earth only by his mouth on me. The pressure mounted as a heavy ache coiled between my thighs. “Sawyer, just like that. Don’t ever stop. Please don’t ever stop…”
It was too much, too perfect, and before I knew it, I was spiraling.
My orgasm rose up from some deep, untouched place and blossomed, spreading through every limb in a wave of liquid heat. I cried out, a broken, gasping sound, as my body clenched against his lips, the pulses long and rhythmic and endless.
He held me through it, his mouth gentle until the very last tremor faded.
Then he let out a low, guttural laugh and crawled back up my body, kissing my stomach, my breasts, my throat, before finally finding my lips. I could taste myself on him, salty and sweet, and I wanted to die in this moment, just so it would never end.
Sawyer settled over me, his weight a welcome comfort. His hard length pressed against my thigh in a hot, urgent promise. He looked into my eyes, his own dark with a need that mirrored the one already rekindling in my own spent body.
“My turn,” he whispered, his voice thick. “I want to hear it from you, Marissa. What am I to you? Are we more than just a special Valentine’s Day? Do you really want to spend forever with me?”
More gorgeous words had never rolled out of a man’s lips before. And it was the right man saying them.
“You better not be messing with me, Sawyer Reed. My heart’s a fragile thing, and all I’ve ever wanted is you.”
A beautiful smile spread across his face. Then he rumbled, “Can we do a courthouse wedding before your brother finds out? I really am worried about what he’s going to do.”
I laughed and snuck my way lower until I found his hard cock waiting for me.
Right before I slipped my lips around his tip, I told him, “We can do that. But my parents get to be there.”
“It’s a deal,” he groaned out as though he were in pain. But I knew he wasn’t. He was just cherishing the feeling of finally having my lips wrapped around his cock.
And then there were no more words as I told my manexactlyhow I felt about him.
Epilogue
Marissa
One year later.
Sawyer had been right to be worried about my brother.
The very next day after I texted my friends, we snuck off to the county courthouse in Fernwood, parents in tow.
My mom was over the moon about it.
And my dad seemed pretty dang chuffed, too.
But when Matt found out. Well… that was another matter.
Matt sped into our driveway one morning about a month later while I was getting ready for work.
With Josie barking at my feet, he jumped out of his pickup and stormed over to me, a look of anguish and betrayal on his face.
Then, without a word, he stormed into the house and laid into Sawyer.
Sawyer never lifted a fist against him. Not even after Matt hit him half a dozen times. He just took it like a man.
Then I was on my brother’s back, dragging him away from husband, yelling and screeching to stop before he killed him.
Matt had ended up on the couch, breathing hard, while he stared vehemently at Sawyer as though he was a mortal enemy instead of his best friend.
Finally he’d let out a plaintive wail. “How could youdothis to me? She’s mylittlesister.”
