I throw the blanket off of me and take the box from him, then make my way to the kitchen.
“I just want to put things right and take care of you, but I hate that it’s gonna make you feel ill. I’ll be here for whatever you need.” He follows me into the kitchen and stands behind me while I fill a glass of water. His hands slide up and down my arms, and I lean back against his body, enjoying the comfort of my growly teddy bear.
He moves the blonde side of my hair back and kisses my neck. “I bought you one of those vanilla slices you like from Greggs.”
“You remembered I like those?” I tilt my head to the side, giving him more access as his beard tickles my skin and his lips caress my flesh.
“I remember everything about you. You don’t think I took an interest in art for the fun of it, did you?” He peppers my neck with gentle kisses, sending tingles down my spine.
“Well, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Can this man be any more perfect?
“I’ll make dinner. What do you fancy?”
I turn the tap off and spin around with my glass of water. “We have a choice of three ready meals.” My lips lift in the corner. “Chicken curry, spaghetti meatballs, or macaroni cheese.”
“Mac and cheese with garlic bread?”
“Sounds good.” I rise on my toes and kiss his lips. “I’ll be back down in a minute.”
He nods with that weary, tormented look on his face as I take my pills and water upstairs.
In my room, I drop onto the bed and place the water on the bedside table. With my morning-after pill box in hand, I turn the packet over and read the instructions. Part of me wonders if thisis for my benefit or his. He said I was his. But if he doesn’t see this working long term, that would make sense why he doesn’t want any ties with me.
Dad wouldn’t be happy if he found out I was pregnant by his best friend. But that’s one more thing to add to a long list of disappointments. Dad doesn’t know I’ve been lying to him all this time.
I lift my head and stare out of the window into the dark night. Snow drips from the trees now the blizzard has passed, but the storm still rages in my head, whirling all my emotions around and making it difficult to think.
When I told Sawyer my dad would never need to know about us, I thought we could just sleep together, have some fun, then carry on as we were, but that’s all changed now. I don’t think I’ll ever stop craving him, his touch, his lips, his warmth.
My hand caresses my stomach as I imagine what if. I’ve always wanted a family of my own. Even more so since Mum passed. I know it sounds silly, but I think a baby would fill the hole she left in my heart. And I’d be a good mum, just like her.
Dad will understand. He has to.
I place the tablets on the bedside table next to my water and make my way back downstairs. I need to chat with Sawyer about our future. He needs to know what I want.
Padding downstairs, the smell of mac and cheese fills the kitchen. I walk into the open-plan space to Sawyer kneeling on the rug, stoking the fire.
I kneel next to him, letting the fire warm my face.
“You all right?” He presses a kiss at my temple, then places the hot poker on the rack.
I know what he’s really asking. Have I taken the pill and do I feel okay? With a smile, I bob my head.
He wraps an arm around me and pulls me against his chest. “Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
I lift my head and look into his eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”
His jaw tightens. He hums out a rumble from his chest. “Dinner’s in about twenty minutes.”
With how sensitive my clit is, I won’t need that long. “Please.”
“You said this morning you were sore.” His fingers tease the waistband of my leggings and slip inside, sliding over my belly until he finds the elastic waistband of my knickers.
Stroking the small patch of hair on my mound, he lets out a satisfied groan. His eyes stay locked on mine as we both kneel, facing each other on the rug. The heat of the fire is nothing compared to the crackling heat between us. “Open your legs wider, baby girl. Let me in.”
I stagger my knees apart, my centre fluttering as his fingertips dance lower between my thighs.
“Does my girl need some attention on her pussy?” He strokes along the seam, gentle but torturous.
