Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
He was inviting her into his private life the only way he knew how. It was enough.
“I definitely want some bookshelves,” she replied, her eyes soft as he set her on the bed. “Sawyer, I don’t need you to say the words.”
Sawyer’s lips quirked up. “I love you, Sabrina. Now I’ve said it twice, and he hasn’t said it at all. I think I deserve the before double penetration blow job I’ve been assured someone gets during the final consummation of a threesome. There’s a rule book around here somewhere.”
Sabrina snorted. It was an inelegant sound Wyatt still found adorable.
And Sawyer was right about one thing. “I do love you. I love you so fucking much.”
Sabrina sobered, standing and putting her hands on either side of his face. “Be sure. You’ve only started to explore the world, Wyatt. There’s a lot more of it.”
“Not for him there isn’t.” Sawyer closed the door behind him, shutting them inside. “Don’t try to wiggle out of this, Teach. He loves you. He’s never leaving Bliss unless you need to leave for some reason. Hell, he was never actually going to leave this cabin. He’s like a tick. He’s dug in.”
“Well, it sounded like he was leaving about five minutes ago,” she complained.
“I was going to kill my brother and make sure you were safe. However, I’ve recently had the stupidity of my plan pointed out to me. So I have to rethink.” He tightened his hands on her hips, not allowing her to pull away. “I’m not leaving, but we need a plan to protect you. And the town.”
“The men are already working on it.” Sawyer moved in behind her, brushing her hair to the side and setting his lips on the curve of her neck.
“I think we need to deal with the Creede boys.” Wyatt hadn’t liked how Marshall had handled him today. Like they were still rivals and he had a real chance with Sabrina if he could only convince her she’d made a poor choice. “I think they’re still interested in her, and they want to fight it out.”
“There’s no fight.” Sabrina’s head shook. “I have my men. I’m not about to sit around and wait to see who wins my hand. I’ll talk to them if I need to.”
“Or I can talk to Nate since apparently we’re friends now,” Sawyer said with a long sigh. He leaned over and nipped her earlobe, a move that made her eyes close in obvious pleasure.
She liked a little bite every now and then. His body started to heat as lust caught up to emotion. “Good. I think it’s great we can talk to Nate, but when we’re done here, I’m going to tell you the whole story. I’m going to lay it all out to you and maybe we can decide how to handle it.”
Neither of them believed he’d killed for his brother. They had zero reason to believe he hadn’t done exactly what he’d said he’d done. Except they knew him. Really knew him. Like no one else on this planet ever had.
This love was worth risking everything over.
He used the hold on her hips to pull her close, rubbing his cock against her so she knew how much he wanted her. And because he wanted to. He wanted to be near her always. Sawyer was right, too. He’d never actually planned on finding his own place. He’d known he was home the night he found his way here.
“I’m glad,” she said, her eyes promising him a future. “We’ll find our way through this.”
“We will,” Sawyer promised. “But I was serious about the blow job. I’m addicted now.”
Sabrina leaned back against Sawyer’s chest, a magnificent smile on her face. “I think you like knowing I can’t talk for a while.”
Sawyer’s hand came around her neck, cradling her head to him. “I love the way you talk. I love listening to you. Sometimes yours is the only voice that grounds me, and I was ungrounded for so long I forgot what it felt like to have someone I can trust. And yes, it gets easier to say the word, but it still makes me want to vomit a little.”
“I can say it enough for both of us,” Wyatt vowed. “We love you, Sabrina. And I’m willing to take all the shin kicks I have to in order to prove to your army of children that I’m one of the right men for you.”
Before she could promise she would talk to them, he fused his mouth to hers. It was time to move past talking.
He unbuttoned her blouse, never taking his mouth off hers. He loved kissing her, loved the slow slide of her tongue alongside his, loved how she moved with him. He could kiss her for hours, simply enjoying the intimacy of her smell and taste and the way she whimpered and moaned.