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 sounded so remote. Only the feel of Sawyer’s warm hand on her skin kept her from standing up and trying to protect herself. Sawyer was there, telling her everything would be okay. Letting her know she was beautiful and had nothing to hide from them. It made it easy to ask the question she needed to ask, the one that would tell her how far away Wyatt truly was. “Which one am I?”
His expression softened. “You don’t belong in there in any way. You’re Sabrina. Those women… They were who they were. They were stuck in bad choices and believed they didn’t have a way out, and some of them enjoyed it and wouldn’t trade their lives for anything in the world. There are no categories for women.”
He wasn’t far away at all. “And you’re Wyatt and so much more than any group of people would box you in as. You make the decisions.”
His eyes narrowed. “Do I? Because it seems like I made a whole lot of decisions tonight no one honored. Where is my wallet, Sabrina?”
It had been a calculated act on her part. She’d known it could bite her in the ass. “You can have it back after you’ve thought about your actions.”
She’d been planning to give the man a lecture on hurting the people he cared about and how thoughtless it was to send a text when the situation obviously required an in-person discussion, but that particular line of thinking was cut off by the serious smack of Sawyer’s hand against her cheeks. Pain flared and her eyes watered and…damn, but her pussy clenched. Heat sparked through her, sending waves of warring sensation through her body.
“Wyatt, I don’t actually think you’re in a place where you should spank her. You’ve been through too much,” Sawyer said, his hand back to caressing her. “But there is something you can do. Why don’t you go to the office and in the closet there’s a bag. You’ll know what to do with it.”
Ominous words. She had to catch her breath. “What does that mean, Sawyer?”
Wyatt walked away, his boots thudding against the floor.
“I’m going to give my partner something to do. Wyatt’s fought enough this evening,” Sawyer said before delivering another bone-rattling, pussy-shaking slap to her ass. This one had her going on her toes.
“What’s he going to do?” Sabrina asked through clenched teeth. The pain rapidly morphed to something else, something that left her jangled and disjointed and wanting. This was why they called it torture.
“That is for me to know and you to find out, Teach,” Sawyer whispered. “But he can’t do it while you’re wearing all these clothes. Give me these panties. You won’t need them.”
She felt his fingers slide under the waistband of her undies, dragging them down her legs. She lifted them in turn so he could get them off her and then gasped as she felt the heat of his breath on the skin of her rear.
“Damn, this is a pretty ass, and I like how pink it is now,” he said.
“Sawyer,” she began because while they’d kind of played around, he hadn’t put his face there.
A flash of pain had her gasping again. He laid five quick, stinging slaps to her right cheek before she felt something nip at her.
Holy wow, he’d bitten her. Bitten her ass.
And she’d kind of liked it. The pain had made her fingers curl around the curve of the bar.
“You stay put or I’ll tie you up, Sabrina,” he vowed. “You wanted me, well, this is me, Teach. When you make me insane—and I don’t think this is going to be the last time you do it—I’m going to take my pound of your pretty flesh. Unless you’re scared or I hurt you in a way you don’t enjoy, you take it. You smile and say yes, Sawyer because right now you aren’t in control.”
She was always in control, always thinking about how her actions affected others. She was in charge of so many young lives, and the town was dependent on her for the most important thing of all—their children’s futures.
She realized what she’d found with these two men the weekend they’d spent snowed in. She’d thought it was sex and affection and a wild side she hadn’t known existed. But it was more. She’d found a space where she didn’t have to be in control, where she could be taken care of.
Her mother had rammed it into her head that she should trust no one to take care of her. Certainly no man. Men left, according to her mom.
Mel wouldn’t have left. Oh, he wouldn’t have married her mom, but he wouldn’t have left Elisa. And when her mom had married Sabrina’s dad and history had played itself out, Mel would have been there. It wouldn’t have mattered she didn’t have a drop of his blood.