I roll my eyes and make myself climb off the bed. As I search for my panties, I say, “Does that mean you expect me to write a firefighter romance?”
He hops out of my bed, completely comfortable in his naked glory, bends down and picks up my panties, letting them dangle from one finger as he crooks a grin. “I mean, as long as he’s ridiculously hot and a god in bed. You gotta be accurate, after all.”
Snatching my panties away, I pull them and my bra on, keeping my eyes averted from the walking, talking temptation that is Sawyer Donnelly. “I’ll let you know.”
Thank goodness, he finally grabs a pair of shorts and covers up, and damn it, I have to bite back a whimper when his cock goes away. The man has a perfect cock. God in bed? No lie there. Not that I’ll let him know that, of course.
Walking out of his room, I make my way to the front door, where our clothes are strewn all over the floor. Dressing quickly, I wait for the post-hookup awkwardness to settle in. Clearly, Sawyer’s unaffected as he leans against the wall next to the door, seeming totally relaxed and comfortable.
“Got plans this weekend?”
I consider what to say. The truth might seem obvious, but that opens doors I’m not sure I want to unlock. Mostly because setting myself up for disappointment is exactly the opposite of what I need this weekend. But then again, maybe he’ll surprise me.
“I plan on getting drunk and cursing my son’s father.”
His eyes flare wide for a second before settling back into an easy gaze. “Curse, as in voodoo dolls and full moon spells, or curse, as in mentally damning him to hell?”
“Option two. No witchcraft, just booze.” I don’t know why, but something makes me want to keep talking. “Cooper’s dad is getting married this weekend. Starting a life with a new family, since he didn’t want the one he helped create.”
If that doesn’t scare Sawyer off, I don’t know what will. He straightens up off the wall, his brows gathering together in a frown. “He’s an asshole. Where’s Cooper going?”
Glancing at my phone, I see I have enough time to give Sawyer the briefest of rundowns.
“Tim’s parents are good people and they love their grandson. They begged to take him for the weekend, to go to the wedding and spend time with him.” I lift my shoulders in a helpless shrug. “Just because his sperm donor is a waste of space and wants next to nothing to do with him doesn’t mean I want to completely cut my son off from his family.”
His frown eases, and Sawyer closes the small distance between us, surprising me by pulling me in against his warm, very naked chest for a hug. I slip my hands around his waist and relax into the hold.
“You’re a good mom, Tori. A hell of a lot nicer than that prick deserves, but exactly what Cooper needs.”
Tears threaten to build behind my eyes as I push back and force a small smile. “Thanks, but it doesn’t really deserve praise. I’m just doing what I think is best and praying I don’t mess it all up.”
“Want some company?”
The question startles me, so I blurt out the first response that comes to my peculiar mind. “Messing up my kid? Nah, I can handle that all on my own.”
His deep chuckle sends shivers down my spine. “No, goof. This weekend. Drinking and cursing the sperm donor. I’m off, thanks to some shift swaps, so if you want company, I make an excellent drinking buddy.”
I suck in a breath. An entire weekend, kid-free, with my one — no, two — night stand? “I’m not looking for a relationship, Sawyer. Coop’s my priority.”
He moves in closer again, his breath tickling my ear. “I’m not offering a relationship, Tori. I’m offering a weekend of dirty sex.”
And all of a sudden, I don’t want to leave. I want to push this man to the floor and mount him like a cowgirl. My sense of responsibility is still stronger than my need for more sex, however, so I feebly press against his chest. He steps away, and I look up at him.
“Cooper’s grandparents are picking him up after school tomorrow.”
Sawyer’s expression promises all kinds of dirty things. “I’ll bring condoms and the booze of your choice.” Leaning in, he pecks a kiss to my lips. “Go get your kid before I decide to start the weekend a day early.”
Opening his door, I stumble out, still not entirely sure what just happened. I go to my car, drive to the school, pick up Cooper, and drive home. All on autopilot.
When he runs off to his room to get some game he wants us to play, I type out an SOS to Willow.
TORI: I had sex with Sawyer again. And he wants to spend the weekend. I AM FREAKING OUT.
The bubbles indicating she’s replying show up instantly.
WILLOW: HOLY SHIT WOMAN! I knew he was into you. I knew it! My girl is getting LAID. Make sure you stretch. You haven’t done marathon sex in a long time.
I snort at that.
