Chapter 17: Bryn

Sawyer signs our new contract and I do the same. Once that’s done, I look back up at him and he’s smirking at me.

“What?” I ask him cautiously.

“This means we can have sex any time we want right?” He asks.

I narrow my eyes at him. “I guess.”

He kneels in front of me and slowly slides his hands from my knee and over my thighs. Then he grabs the bottom hem of my sleep shorts and pulls hard. The motion is so fast and hard that I fall back and he pulls my shorts completely off leaving me in my thin shirt and underwear.

“You want to have sex now?” I ask. “We just did!”

“You’ll find that I’m insatiable.” He says before grabbing the sides of my panties and pulling them off.

I expect him to strip as well and climb on top of me, but he surprises me by gently pushing my legs apart and dipping down between my legs. He runs his tongue along my folds and holy moll! My back arches off the bed and all sorts of chills run through me as he sucks and licks me with relentless speed. This is a first for me and the sensation is so overwhelming that I can feel myself quickly reaching my peak before he’s even inside me.

He makes me come so hard I see stars, so when he strips naked and climbs over me, I’m almost begging him to hurry up.

I pass out as soon as we’re done and I fall asleep with him curled around me.

The next morning I have practically pry his arms off me so I can shower again and make it in time for the meeting with one of my professors. Since hockey season is starting first I need to have all the forms for coach to fill out and the work that goes along with it that I’ll turn into my professor at the end of the season. After the season passes I will move onto my physical therapy course and work with the team during the off season.

“So you got bullied into working with the hockey team huh?” Mrs. Bates my athletic science professor asks with a smile.

I laugh and nod. “Yeah, Sawyer…is a childhood friend of mine and he’s a little possessive. He also doesn’t mind throwing his weight around.”

“I can see that given his reputation. Let’s hope he brings these boys around and build I powerhouse team. The coach is expecting great things from him.”

I wad told the same thing by Coach too.

“I have no doubt they’ll have an incredible season and I’m going to make sure they’re healthy during the whole thing.” I tell her confidently.

“Good. I can’t wait to see your progress with the team. If you need any help let me know, and don’t let those guys mess with your other courses. Stay on top of it all and you’ll thrive here.”

“Of course, thank you.”

“Good luck.” She says before letting me go.

I walk out of her class and slam right into a mountain. My papers fall and I quickly crouch down to pick them up. The person I bumped into doesn’t bother to help me…rude! Once I pick up my last paper I stand and recognize said mountain as the guy I slugged at the party last night.

“Well well, are you back for another black eye to match the one you already have?” I smirk at him but he doesn’t look amused in the slightest.

“You got lucky bitch but it won’t happen again.” He’s puffing out his chest and trying to come off more intimidating but it doesn’t scare me one bit.

My parents might have been all about loving thy neighbor, but my dad also taught us how to defend ourselves and those moves come in handy when dealing with meat heads like this guy.

“Right. Well I have somewhere to be. See you around.” I go to walk past him and he makes the mistake of grabbing my arm tight and making me face him again.

I glance around quickly and notice people watching us and a few phones pointing our way.

“Let go before I embarrass you.” I warn him through clenched teeth.

He laughs like I’m the funniest comedian he’s ever seen. Idiot.

“Like I said, you got lucky but I know how you can apologize for it.” He gives me a wicked smile that is not the sexy kind. “Come by my dorm later and I’ll take you penance with you on your knees.”

Is he threatening me to give him a blow job? Now he really is an idiot if he thinks I’m sticking his steroid shrunken dick in my mouth. I move closer to him so that he can hear me when I whisper to him.

“I would rather clean this floor with my tongue before getting anywhere near you with your pants down.” I say before giving him a sickly-sweet smile.

His face is turning red now. Not a good look to go along with the black eye he’s sporting let me tell you.

“Listen here bitch-Ah!” He doubles over from the impact of my knee in his shrunken dick.

He’s crumbling to the floor like he’s been shot, and I turn myself right around and walk out the door. I’m not glad that became a spectacle but I’m also not okay with a guy like him putting his hands on me. It pisses me the hell off!

“Uh oh. Who’d you hurt this time?” I hear a familiar voice say.

When I look in the direction it came, I see Sawyer sauntering my way. For a second all I can really see is what he looked like a couple hours ago…in bed, but I quickly push those pervy thoughts away.

“Why do you always assume someone got hurt? I could be simply walking along completely innocent.” I say acting offended by his accusation.

He falls in step beside me and throws his arm around my shoulder. “You have a bit of a temper B.”

Cue offended sound round two. “I do not! I am perfectly nice. Its guys like you who bring out my angry side. Besides you’re the reason I was ever violent. I had to kick so many six-year-old butts to protect you.”

He laughs. “I could have defended myself, but I liked it when you got angry and defended my honor.”

“Not many guys would freely admit they want a girl defending them. Isn’t it a blow to guy’s image to have a girl display any sort of strength of will or physicality in their behalf?”

“I’m very secure in my manhood as you have seen for yourself.” He whispers that last part in my ear but grunts when I elbow him for nipping my ear.

The flirt.

“Having a confident body image doesn’t roll over to this matter at all. You could know you’re the hottest man in the world but if a girl came to your rescues, it would piss you all the way off. Then you would pout and stomp around like a toddler which only makes you look worse. I mean come on! Guys call women emotional but as soon as you guys get your egos bruised you cry like babies.” I rant.

He doesn’t interrupt but laughs when I suck in a much-needed breath. “Feel better?”

“Yeah. That felt good.” I say happily.

“Good. Now, as I was saying…I liked it when you would stick up for me. Do you have any idea how cute you were back then? You would wear those bellbottom pants and those bright colored tops with peace signs on them. Your mom would give you two braids on each side and then add a little jeweled heart on your cheek. It made you look like a little hippie angel, so when your mean side would come out it only made you cuter. I loved seeing cute little Bryn kick butt and then smile at me like she was so proud of herself.” He smiles at the memory, and I join him.

I remember all the homemade outfits mom made for us growing up, and I loved that no one had anything like them. It made me feel special, and unique. I didn’t know that Sawyer liked them too or that it made an impression on him at all.

“So, you let me run into those fights just to admire how cute I was? Wow how chivalrous of you.”

He pulls my ear where his hand is on my shoulder, and I push against him nearly making him trip. He laughs it off and we keep on walking.

“You’ve always been able to handle yourself, and I was better at internalizing my anger back then. Now, not so much.” His lighthearted tone and smile have disappeared.

I wrap my arm around his waist and give it a reassuring squeeze. “A lot has changed over t he years Sawyer. None of us deal with anger the same way anymore, and that’s fine. You might be having a hard time locking it down now, but that’s what I’m here for!”

He looks at me with confusion, and I smirk at him. “You can work out your anger with me…naked.”

I wiggle my brows at him before turning and taking off running. It doesn’t take long for him to catch up, throw me over his shoulder, and march us to the car.

Afternoon delights sure are sweet…