After Sawyer’s phone call, Lizbeth felt hopelessly troubled. She trusted him but she didn’t exactly trust Maggie.
The day she coincidentally bumped into her in the street a few months before seemed kind of odd even then. That woman tried to get information about Sawyer and gave her a strange vibe she couldn’t quite decipher --her instincts telling her that something wasn’t right.
Maggie was supposed to get married to some wealthy man, she knew because the ring she was wearing that time they had coffee together wasn’t something an average salaried man could afford but, what if she was really into some kind of shitty problem he couldn’t help her out of? Nothing made sense.
She sighed in frustration as she took her blazer off. As much as she was suspicious of that woman, she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep if something really happened to her in the end, and neither would Sawyer. He was kind and caring, leaving people behind wasn't his style at all --even if she broke his heart.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated on her bed, snapping her back to reality. She thought it could be Sawyer, but it was an unknown caller. She furrowed her eyebrows and slid the button, rejecting the call --she wasn’t going back to the creepy stalker thing again. She continued what she was doing, but then her bell rang. She rolled her eyes. Can’t I have a minute alone?
When she opened the door, her bad mood flew out the window. “Hey, Ba—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Sawyer crashed his lips against hers, closing the door behind him and pinning her against the wall.
Sawyer pressed his body against hers. His tongue smooth and delicious as he explored her mouth. He pulled her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, and then pulled it down her shoulders. He leaned away and reached down, taking her pants and underwear off with incredible speed. She bit her bottom lip as he stared at her hungrily.
Pulling up the hem of his shirt, she revealed his sculpted torso. Her hands began to wander over his muscles as he attacked her lips again, pulling her breasts out of her bra, he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around one, teasing her nipple with his tongue as he rubbed his fingers against her most sensitive spot. The combination made her shudder.
“You’re already so fucking wet…” he softly groaned against her mouth. She smiled. “Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and pulled from her, walking into her bedroom.
He sat on the bed, pulling her on his lap. His hand slipped between her legs and gently stroked her bud again with one hand as he unclasped her bra with the other.
She moaned against his lips and grinded her hips to increase the friction. He pinched and slightly tugged on her clit, making her whimper as a delicious shiver ran down her spine. Then, with two fingers he separated her flowered folds and ran a third one between them. The tension in her core rapidly building up.
He circled an arm around her waist as he reached further, inserting two fingers inside of her. Her back arched as she threw her head back and moaned out loud, feeling her walls clenching around him. He bumped in and out of her for some time, but when she started to tense he stopped.
Lizbeth looked at him confused when he moved and lay down on the bed, resting his head on the pillow. He gently took her hand and motioned her to crawl up. She bit her bottom lip and her breathing hitched at the anticipation when she knew what he was asking for.
She had never done such a thing but with Sawyer, she felt so alive and so naughty, she wanted to try it all.
Moving up in the bed, she gripped the headboard with both hands and lowered herself on him as she was straddling his face. Sawyer wrapped his arms around her thighs and with two fingers pulled her folds apart, exposing her opening to him.
He looked at her from underneath with a mischievous glow in his eyes and slowly ran his hot tongue along her slit.
“Fuck!” She shut her eyes with force and clenched her jaw.
He repeated this action a couple of times before focusing on her clit. He caught it between his lips and teased it, slightly sucking on it as his hands traveled up her body to play with her nipples in the most delicate way.
Lizbeth opened her eyes and glanced at him, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he stared at her. When he pressed his tongue against her swollen button, her legs became jelly. Moaning, she rocked her hips to boost the sensations.
His hands went down her waist, wrapping one arm around her thigh while with his free hand he caressed and lightly squeezed her ass. Then, painfully slowly, he pushed his fingers inside of her again.
She began to undulate her hips over his mouth, urging him to finish her. Sawyer caught her insinuations immediately and began to swirl his tongue around her clit as he kept churning his fingers in and out of her. Digging in the flesh of her thigh with his other hand, pinning her in place.
Lizbeth shut her eyes and threw her head back, feeling so close to ecstasy. Her hands tightened the grip on the headboard, not being able to hold the groan that ripped through her throat when she came hard, tensing around his fingers and feeling her soul leaving her body.
She raised her hips to let Sawyer breathe and ducked her head between her trembling arms for a few seconds. She was panting, trying to catch her breath while her heart was still furiously pounding in her chest. What the actual fuck?
Sawyer planted sweet and soft kisses in her inner thighs as he caressed her curves with his hands, turning all the sensations in electric shocks that rippled through her body.
She let out a heavy sigh, satisfied.
“You okay?” he asked in a low voice after kissing her leg again.
“Yeah… Just overwhelmed. That was… Intense.” She chuckled.
“Good.” He smirked.
“What was that for?” she asked as she moved away and lay on the bed beside him, still trying to put herself together.
“You said this morning I could eat you like that and I couldn’t wait until the night.” He grinned making her laugh. “I’ve been thinking about you the whole day and just wanted to feel you.” He kissed her, letting her taste herself in his lips. Then, with a content sigh, she snuggled against him. She loved that intimacy between them.
After another half hour playing around and making him cum too, they stepped together into the shower.
Sawyer had been strangely silent all the time and that worried her more than she wanted to admit. He hadn’t said a word about his conversation with Maggie, and as much as she didn’t care while they were having sex, the incertitude was eating her alive.
She was rubbing his back, lathering his strong muscles with some coconut scented soap. He was so stiff. “What’s wrong?”
Sawyer didn’t answer right away, which made her concern grow bigger. She was afraid of looking him in the eye when they had that conversation, but she needed to know. She put her hand on his shoulder and lightly pulled from him, making him turn to face her. “I might be an ass,” he simply stated.
“What?” She arched her eyebrow.
He sighed in defeat. “Maggie said her fiancé has been a bit rough on her.”
“She said he came drunk one night and hit her. She also said that she’s scared and asked me for a place to stay for a few days.” He looked to the ceiling as the soapy layer covering his torso slid down with the water.
Lizbeth didn’t know how to take his words, he didn’t seem exactly worried about her, but his eyes just reflected stifled and confusing emotions.
“She said?” She arched an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” He looked at her between the locks of hair falling onto his eyes. She brushed them away.
“You don’t believe her?” It was basic psychology. Whenever someone used that expression so much, it denoted distrust.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged as he caressed her arms from her shoulders to her wrists. “She didn’t seem as disturbed as you’d expect from someone that’s really scared… Besides, I didn’t see a trace of bruises in her face, neck, or wrists.”
“But…” She didn’t want to defend that woman, but she needed to let him know. “If he’s actually been abusing her… Most men hit women in places where the bruises cannot be easily seen. Besides, every person deals with these kinds of situations in different ways. Some are scared of course, others are so shocked they can tell that that’s not right, but cannot really express the fear that’s blocking their minds… Others just live with it.”
“She said it happened only once, two weeks ago.”
“Well, still… If she had any kind of marks, those could have easily faded away in two weeks. Makeup is a great ally too.”
“You think she might be telling the truth? That she can actually be in danger?” he asked as he ran a finger between the valley of her breasts, pensively staring at the invisible line he was drawing.
“I don’t know. But why would she make up something like that?” She caught his hand between hers.
“I don’t know, but I cannot really trust her. After so many years… I mean, she cheated on me, then came back crying and then we fell apart again because it just didn’t feel right anymore. We hadn’t talked in almost three years and now she needs me?” He scoffed.
“What else did she say? Why is she asking you for help and not her parents or other friends?”
“Her father abandoned them when she was a kid and her mother passed away a year before we broke up.”
“I didn’t know that… I’m sorry.”
Sawyer shrugged. “She said that she has no one else here. That she didn’t keep in touch with so many people after graduating from college, and the few that she’s still friends with live in other states.”
“I see…” Lizbeth felt a lump in her throat suffocating her. Sawyer would never turn his back on someone that needed help, not even if he didn’t completely trust their story.
“She said she was marrying this guy because she was pregnant.” His eyes full of concern plunged into hers.
“Oh.” She couldn’t say anything else, feeling jealous of that woman didn’t make her feel exactly proud.
“She lost the baby,” he added in a low voice.
“Oh my God…” Lizbeth breathed, confusing emotions shadowing over her. She clenched her jaw a few times, looking at the shower tray.
Then, he gently put one of his hands under her chin, making her look at him. “I told her she cannot stay here anyway.”
Lizbeth felt stupid and guilty at the same time. A woman that could be in danger and that had lost a baby needed help and he was still putting her first. “But—”
“I know what you’re going to say, but I don’t want her around the kids or around you. She messed up my life once and there’s no way I’m letting her to do that again.”
“You’re my family, and family always comes first.” Those words caught her off guard. She knew he loved her, but family for him was something really big.
Her heart furiously fluttered in her chest as he sweetly kissed her, but his eyes told her he was feeling disturbed about the whole situation.
Lizbeth’s eyes watered. She knew that making that decision must have hurt him because he could be leaving someone that needed help alone.
“I told her to rent a room out of his house, just in case that jerk decided to get drunk again.”
“She sent me the address a few hours ago…” He huffed. “Fuck! I didn’t want to make this decision without talking to you first, but I told her she could call me if something happened.” The distress in his voice was so obvious.
She touched his chest, flexing and extending her fingers over it, caressing him as the water kept running down their bodies.
“Sawyer, it’s fine.” Her heart lightened a little with his confession. She wouldn’t have felt at ease if he had shut her out completely, letting her at her fate. “You did what you needed to do. The best for us and the best for her at the same time. You’re not an ass, you’re just being cautious, okay? No one can blame you for that.”
Without being able to completely shrug off the discomfort that situation caused her, she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. His lips soft and warm.
“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth.
“I know. I love you too,” he told her back as he touched his forehead to hers, making her feel safe.