706 Sugarbush Lane: Older Man, Younger Woman Small Town Romance Page 6

  She nodded and turned her gaze back to the house. “Just about to graduate. That’s one of the reasons I left here. I couldn’t afford the rent and finish school.”

  “What about after you graduated? You always wanted to go to college. Why didn’t you leave here, too? Go after your dream?”

  Her lips parted and her head whipped back toward me. “Dreams take money. Besides, how do you remember all that about me?”

  I shrugged. “Sweetheart, I told you, I waited a long time for you. And a big part of the reason I waited so long was so you could have your dream. I remember every little thing you would tell the patrons of my bar.”

  “That was years ago and then you disappeared.”

  I nodded. “I needed to give you space. And I needed to be forced to keep my hands off a girl I had no right in wanting.”

  Her eyes grew wide. “I don’t know what to say to that. I had no idea you even saw me.”

  I blew out a breath and drew Trinity deeper into my arms.

  I needed to claim her. Soon. She needed to know she was mine and so did everyone else.

  Chapter 8

  Trinity

  It took me a while to process what Sawyer was saying to me. It sounded like he’d been attracted to me for a long time. And not in the way the local men were attracted to my mother. More like the way my boss at the Sugarbush Stand felt about his wife.

  That didn’t seem possible. Questions swirled in my mind, but I didn’t know what to ask first. Or if I should ask them at all. But there was one that seemed fairly straightforward and the safest of the bunch floating through my brain.

  “Sawyer, why are we here at my old house?” I wasn’t going to tell him that I avoided this house like the plague since the day I moved out. Even before my mother left, taking all the money I’d saved for college with her, I didn’t have many good memories of living here.

  He grinned down at me and, I swear, my heart flipped over in my chest. “I thought you still lived here, sweetheart.”

  “Ah, I see.” I wrinkled my nose at him. “And why did we come here in the first place?” I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear the words come from his lips.

  His smile widened and I felt it touch parts of me I wish his hands were on right that second.

  “I think I'd rather show you than tell you,” he purred, causing my nipples to spike to hard points.

  I looked around us. The day was cloudy with a chill nip to the wind. The road was empty. And I stood outside my childhood home wrapped in the arms of the man who I’d wanted to avoid at all costs.

  And I liked standing there being held by him.

  “I feel like this is a dream,” I murmur, my body coming alive with need.

  He chuckled. “Me too, baby girl. But I need you wide awake for what I have in mind.”

  “Oh? What do you have in mind?” My voice dipped to a husky whisper I didn’t know I had in me.

  “Show you just how badly I crave you. See how wet I can make that pretty pussy of yours before I give you every inch of my throbbing cock. Do you live nearby? I think if we go to my place, we’ll run into too many people and I want you all to myself for a little while.”

  “I live two blocks on the other side of Pete’s. 706 Sugarbush Lane.”

  “Show me.”

  A few minutes later we arrived at my apartment building.

  My steps slowed. I stared at the building and tried to imagine what it looked like through Sawyer’s eyes.

  The two-story building was a rectangle covered in fading brown siding and held two apartments, one on the first floor and my apartment on the second. A set of rickety wooden steps led up along the side of the house to the door of my apartment.

  I always thought of it as quaint and cozy.

  “Careful,” I warned Sawyer over my shoulder. “The step up here's a little wobbly.” I took a big step to avoid that one entirely. I’d tried to fix it before, but my carpentry skills seemed to leave a lot to be desired.

  I dug my single key from the front pocket of my jeans and paused at the door. Was I really going to let Sawyer Becker into my home?

  Before I could think of a way out of this, Sawyer slipped the key from my slightly shaky hand and slid it into the lock. With a gentle hand, so surprisingly gentle, at the small of my back, he guided me inside. He followed me in and shut the door behind us.

  My eyes skimmed over the large studio, again taking stock and trying to see what Sawyer would see.

  I’d fought with myself over spending money, money I couldn’t spare if I wanted to move to Syn City before I was rocking my grandchildren, on decorating the space. But I just couldn’t leave it in the shabby state it had been in when I first moved in. This place was my one haven.

  I couldn’t help but wonder if it still looked shabby to Sawyer or if he could appreciate the pale yellow paint I’d skimmed over the walls, the billowy curtains on the windows, and the care I’d taken choosing furniture and decor.

  I didn’t get a chance to gauge his reaction, though. I had just a second to slip out of the fleece he’d wrapped around me before he replaced the jacket with his whole body.

  A gasp of surprise broke from me as Sawyer backed me against my front door and into a similar position as the one we’d been in in the pantry back at the Sugarbush Stand. His mouth came down on mine, hard and demanding. The room spun and the whole world melted away until it was only us. Right here. Right now. And I was helpless to do anything but open to him.

  His tongue slid in against my own as his hands went to my hips. He tore his mouth from mine only to leave a trail of hot kisses against my jaw. He urged my legs around his waist, and a haze of desire pushed out all thought. I turned into nothing but sensation and wanting.

  I didn’t need more urging. I complied with his unspoken demand, wrapping my legs around him, eager to once again feel the friction of his massive cock pressed against my throbbing clit.

  He paused in his kissing to mutter, “Bed.”

  I didn’t answer.

  He didn’t give me a chance.

  His hands slid down to cup my ass, holding me firmly against him as he twisted us. In a few long strides, he reached my bed and sent me tumbling down onto it the mass of soft comforters and pillows.

  He stood over me pulling in harsh breaths. “Trying to go slow here, baby. Make it a good first time. But it’s a battle. I’ll be honest.”

  This was slow? I resisted the urge to laugh. Wasn’t that hard considering he towered over me and I got to study every hard inch of him—his dark eyes blazing his desire at me, his broad shoulders, the sinewy muscles of his forearms exposed by the Henley he had pushed up to his elbows.

  Dear Lord, I was admiring the man’s forearms. I might be in trouble here.

  Sexy tattoos covered his pecs. An eagle, on one and another of an anchor with USMC along the bottom. I wanted to drag my tongue over every colorful inch of both.

  For a moment, a brief tiny moment, I considered calling a halt to things before they even started. But as I stared up at the handsome, mysterious mountain man fighting for control, a sense of rightness and inevitability stole over me. I’d always known this man was a danger to me and my peace of mind. It was only now, though, that I was starting to feel like peace of mind was overrated.

  Also, I wanted to see what was under that shirt more than I wanted my next breath.

  I rolled to my knees and inched my way to the side of the bed until I was within touching distance of him. I reached for the hem of his shirt.

  His hands gripped mine, preventing me from going any farther and I wanted to scream.

  “Baby, you need to help me out here. If you put your hands on me...”

  He didn’t need to finish that sentence. I flashed him a grin as I raised my gaze from beneath my lashes. I shook off his hands and leaned in closer as I swept his shirt up, exposing his hard, bare abs. His thick bulge fighting to be released drew my attention next.

  He groaned when I cupped my hand over the massiv
e length. “You can go slow if you want.” I ran my hands up over the hard ridges of his abdomen and pushed the shirt up his chest. “But according to you, we’ve been leading up to this moment for several years. Don’t you think that’s slow enough?"

  For once giving into the urges of my body and my heart instead of my brain, I let go of his shirt only long enough to whip mine over my head. I scrambled to expose his skin again, almost desperate to feel my skin pressed against his.

  Thankfully, at that moment he gave up on going slow. He reached behind his head and yanked his Henley off, tossing it on the floor.

  Holy, holy, holy. There were no words to describe him. Tall and broad with miles of tanned skin, marred by scars here and there. His chest had a light sprinkling of dark hair that tapered down, pointing straight to the spot I had yet to explore, but couldn’t wait to get my hands and tongue on.

  I didn’t know where to start, the desire to press my mouth against his chest warring with my desire to strip away the rest of his clothes and wrap my lips around the hard shaft pressing against his jeans.

  Sawyer didn’t give me the chance to decide. In seconds he was on me. He bore me down to the bed and his weight pressed me into the mattress. The delicious feeling of his skin against my own sent me spiraling into a swirl of need unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  He kissed me hard, demanding, holding nothing back. When he pulled away, I tried to follow but he pressed me down with a chuckle.

  “I need to see more of you, sweetheart.” He eased back far enough to bare my breasts to his gaze.

  And for the first time since he’d pinned me to the door in the restaurant’s pantry, my brain took over. It suddenly occurred to me that nobody had ever seen me naked before. His were the first eyes to ever see my bare breasts.

  And I couldn’t help but worry he’d find me completely inadequate. I mean, look at him. He was the most gorgeous specimen of a man I’d ever laid eyes on. He was perfect and he could have his pick of women.

  There was nothing hard or toned within an inch of its life on my curvy body. I was physically fit with muscles beneath my curves. Tough not to be when you spent most of your days waiting tables and running between jobs. But Mother Nature had gifted me with generous hips and a booty to match, ample breasts, and thighs that would touch even if I lost twenty pounds. Not to mention a taste for Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk.

  Normally I didn’t give my curves much thought outside of when I was trying to find new clothes. But lying bare-breasted in front of Mr. Perfect Sawyer Becker, I couldn’t help but worry he’d be disappointed.

  I lifted my hands, easing them up over my full breasts, cringing inwardly at the pale flesh that spilled over my fingers. I fought the urge to tug the covers out from under me and hide beneath them.

  “Trinity.” Sawyer sat back on his heels and his hands covered mine as he stared straight into my eyes.

  I didn’t fight him as he slowly eased my hands away, baring my hard, pink nipples to his gaze.

  His eyes released me from the intense stare down to dip down to my chest. I could feel his gaze like a touch, the heat of it warming me as it skimmed over my skin.

  For long moments he just drank me in, but then he moved swiftly, like the predator he was, sliding forward to cover me.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And every inch of your perfect body is all mine," he growled, sending shivers skittering across my skin.

  Before I could respond, he slid down and latched his mouth onto a throbbing nipple.

  A moan broke from my lips and my back shot off the bed, arching to offer his hot, wet mouth more access. How had I managed to go so long without realizing how amazing this would feel?

  Sawyer shifted to my other breast, laving my nipple with his tongue before sucking it between his warm lips. I couldn’t keep still. My hands lifted to his head, holding him there while my hips bucked against him, seeking something, anything, to relieve the scorching tension slowly building inside me.

  Sawyer lifted his head and admired his handiwork. His hot, burning gaze roved over my breasts before he lifted his eyes to mine. A self-satisfied smile curved the tips of his lips up. “I think that’s going to leave a mark.”

  I glanced down and saw a bright red hickey beside my right nipple. I raised my eyes to meet his amused gaze and shrugged. “Who else would see it?”

  An expression so fierce and so intent passed over his face. His hands came up to cup my head and he kissed me with a determined possession that left me breathless.

  When he pulled away, it was only to continue kissing down my jaw and then lower. He nipped and licked his way down to the spot where my shoulder met my neck and he bit down, sucking and moving his tongue against my skin in a rhythmic motion.

  My hips shot up and my legs wrapped around him.

  “Sawyer!”

  He raised fierce eyes to lock with mine and the possessiveness staring back at me should scare me. But the emotion surging through me had nothing to do with fear. If anything, the hint of his wild nature propelled my desire to greater heights.

  “Sawyer, please.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but his almost savage smile told me he did. And he didn’t hesitate to give it to me.

  Sawyer continued kissing his way down my body. He punctuated the caresses of his mouth with small nips. He also seemed determined to taste every inch of me. By the time his mouth reached the waist of my jeans, his tongue had left swirling trails over my skin that left me shivering and wanting more and more.

  His hand went to the button of my jeans.

  “You ready for this, sweetheart?”

  Wonder filled me for this man. His need was clear as day on his face.

  Warmth seeped into my chest and a feeling I didn’t want to examine too closely curled through me. I leaned up and lifted a hand to caress his cheek, the scrape of his unshaven scruff deliciously chafing my palm. Maybe he’d grow it out. The idea of experiencing a beard rash like I’ve heard my best friend talk about sent wet heat to spill from my pussy.

  “I’m ready,” I whispered before dropping back to the bed.

  He didn’t wait for any further invitation. His hands went to the waistband and in one swift movement he stripped me of my jeans and underwear, sliding down to the bottom of the bed to pull them clear of my feet.

  When he had me completely naked, he stood at the bed by my feet. He stared down at me, his eyes taking the same route his mouth had just traveled, taking in every inch of me, leaving me panting and yearning for more.

  He didn’t back away. Didn’t run for the door at the sight of my curves so I didn’t feel the need to cover myself. Not with him.

  “Let me see everything, sweetheart. Every inch of your gorgeous body.”

  This time I had no embarrassment about my curves as his eyes raked over me. His expression made it clear he liked what he saw and newfound confidence began to bloom inside me. I couldn’t help but lift one leg so my foot was flat on the bed, my knee bent. In this position, my legs weren’t parted enough to give him a full view between them, but it did offer a small glimpse.

  His eyes burned with lust. With a growl, he ripped at the button and zipper of his jeans and in seconds he had them flying off his body to join his shirt in a puddle on the floor of my apartment.

  My pulse thundered in my ears, my already hard nipples now throbbing points.

  And then, before I could really take all of him in, he was on me, covering my curvy body with his big, hard one.

  A gasp escaped me at this first contact of skin on skin. I reveled in the weight of him pushing me deep into my mattress. I opened my body to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

  He kissed me hard and fierce and with a possession that made me want to offer him everything—all of me.

  Sawyer ripped his mouth from mine. “I need you, baby.”

  “I’m right here.”

  “I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”

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nbsp; I couldn’t form the words to tell him I was more than ready for him. And he didn’t wait for them. He slid down my body so fast, I didn’t realize his intention until my thighs were parted, my legs hooked over his shoulders and his mouth on my hot, wet pussy.

  “Sawyer!” My fingers shot to hair and I fisted two handfuls.

  “Fuck, Sawyer!”

  A laugh rumbled from him as his tongue delved straight into my dripping wet core. Like a starved man, he licked upward and worked my clit with his tongue and lips and teeth.

  My hands clutched, grasping convulsively in time with his movements.

  I glanced down just as he looked up at me, and the sight of him, his head between my legs, his mouth shiny with my girl-cum, was enough to bring me right to the edge.

  His savage grin pushed me further and when he delved back in for more, his lips closing around my clit, I went right over. Incoherent moans escaped me as my back bowed, pushing me off the bed and my aching pussy into his hungry mouth. Pulsing waves of pleasure coursed through me, one after another as I fought for air.

  Sawyer kept his mouth working on me until I rode out the last wave of my orgasm. When he pulled away, my body dropped boneless back onto the bed, my eyes falling closed and my breath coming in harsh pants.

  All of the dirty fantasies I had about Sawyer never prepared me for what the man just wrung from my body.

  “Open your eyes, Trinity.” His voice was pure gravel, rough and rumbling. “We’re not nearly done yet.”

  I opened my eyes as he slid his body back up along mine, reigniting tingles of desire in every nerve ending as he moved. I met his fierce gaze with my own. “Oh, God. I might not live through this.”

  He grinned with a wildness so full of heated promises I feared melting into the mattress. “I won’t let you die.” He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue plunging inside my mouth, sharing my taste with me. He pulled back after a minute. “I have too much I still want to do to you.”

  A shiver quaked through me and his grin deepened.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll like every bit of it.”