Chapter 32: Bryn

Darn him. I should learn to be immune to his wicked smile and sweet words, but I haven’t mastered that yet. Every day, we’re together seems like a dream to me. What we're doing seems too good to be true and there is no way it will last, but I want to enjoy it as long as I can. This little fight is not a big deal, and it’s dumb of me to hold this against him. Yeah, it hurt me that my sister and he were talking about me, but I get it. I dropped a major bomb on Sawyer, and he wants to talk to someone who’s been through it all with me.

My sister would never do something melodious toward me, so I need to trust that she never intended to hurt me. So, I’m letting this go. Besides, I can’t be mad at Sawyer forever if we’re going to work together. The guys have their first game coming up and he needs to be one hundred percent focused. An argument with me would only be a distraction, and he can’t afford that. This game is one step towards his goal of making it into the NHL, and I won’t stand in the way of that. He deserves to go, and I’m going to make sure he makes it. Even if that means losing him.

I lost him once, and although it was painful, I accepted it and went on with my life. Maybe one day I’ll meet a nice man, and we will have a very ordinary life together. I could buy the house on the other side of my parents and my kids could see their aunt and grandparents any time they want.

The vision of me living a sweet suburban life starts to make me feel sick to my stomach. My plans had always been to travel the country with a sports team and feel the adrenaline of my job dealing with all the ups and downs of sports medicine. Would I want to give all that up to live in a cookie cutter house in a small town to a man I’ve settled on?

That isn’t what I want.

What I really want is to stay with Sawyer and help him in every stage of his career like we planned, but the future is a blur right now. So many things can happen in the two years it will take for me to finish my degree.

Uh! I hate how my mind keeps reminding me of all the ways this can go wrong. I just said I wanted to enjoy this time and yet my mind goes the complete opposite direction. Darn screwed up brain…

“So, what’s the plan, babe? How can I make things up to you?” Sawyer’s voice makes me jump.

I’ve been waiting for him in front of the rink. We’re driving back together, but I didn’t want Coach Haskins asking why I was still around.

I pretend to give my answer some good thought. “Hm, I’m thinking dinner and desert.”

Sawyer smirks and pulls me against him. “Can’t we skip dinner and go straight to desert?”

His voice is low and husky, making me shiver, but I will not be giving into his sexiness. Instead, I smack his chest and pull myself from his hold.

“No. Dinner…then ice cream.” I point a finger at him and give him a stern look. “No shenanigans.”

His smirk falls. “But you made it seem like- “
I shake my head. “You have a one track mind. Pull your head out of the clouds and stop assuming stuff.”

He sighs. “Fine. I’ll feed you, but I’m choosing what we eat.”

I gasp in offense. “No way! I was upset, which means I was the offended party. The offender can’t take over the reconciliation decision!”

He throws me a confused look. “What? None of that made sense.”

“Sure it did, jock boy, but you know what they say. Jocks have the muscles but not the brains.” I stick my tongue out at him and take off running.

“Oh, you better run! When I catch you will pay for that comment.” He yells after me, making me laugh.

“You gotta catch me first, ice boy!” I take off going past the car and I assume I have a good lead, but a strong arm is wrapping around me far too soon.

I let out an embarrassing squeal that has people giving us weird looks, but I don’t care. Sawyer bites my ear playfully and his breath against my ear makes me bite back a gasp.

“Now B, that was fun, but now that I caught you, I need to receive my prize. So what should I do with you?” He runs his nose along my neck and my eyes fall closed. “Let’s go home.”

He sets me back down on my feet, but puts his arm around my shoulder so I can’t run again. I hate how much taller and stronger he is. If he wasn’t, I would have won! Whatever, it’s not like he can do anything to me I can’t handle.

Oh, how wrong I was…

When we get home, Sawyer walks in like normal, which has me on edge because I don’t know what he plans on doing. Is he going to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to my room again, or is he going to-

He stops in the living room and turns to me, making me stop in my tracks like a scared bunny.

“Well B, are you going to me collect my winnings?” He asks, nodding in the direction of the couch.

I’m not sure what his plan is, but it’s going to be sexual. It always is with him. He’s always in the mood to strip naked and drive me crazy with orgasm after orgasm. He’s a pro at that.

“Okay, let’s talk about this. What about dinner?” I ask, holding my hands up like they’s protect me from him.

HA!

She takes a step toward me, and I take one back. That makes him raise a brow at me.

“Don’t run B. I already proved I can catch you.”

He’s doing that thing with his voice where it gets low and throaty. Oh man…

“Come here.” He commands, and it’s like a thread is connected to us because I do as he asks.

I walk over to where he’s standing and sit on the couch. When I look up at him, I can see the intense look in his eyes he always gets before he makes me lose my mind. It’s a look I have become very aquatinted with.

“Don’t move.” He says next, and I nod automatically.

He has me under a spell with that voice. Even more so when he lowers himself to his knees in front of me and moves my legs apart. I let him and then he’s moving his hands up my thighs and stops just short of touching me where I’m starting to ache, and I shift slightly. He gives me a disapproving look.

“I said don’t move.”

I nod, but how does he expect me to stay still when he’s touching me? Especially when I know where that touching will lead!

“You move, then I won’t let you come.” He says firmly.

I gape at him. Is he serious? How does he plan to do that? The guy can make me come by getting naked and giving me that annoying smirk of his. I hate him right now.

“Sawyer I- “

“B, do as I say.” He says and I bite back anything else I was planning to say.

He waits a few more seconds and watches me as if to see how obedient I will be. I do my best not to move an inch, but then he moves his hands up and under my shirt. I’m wearing a thin lace bra today, one of many he’s bought me recently. They weren’t something I would normally wear, but he enjoys seeing me in them, so I accepted them. I also like the way he looks at me when I wear them.

His fingers drag along my stomach until he reaches the fabric just below my breasts. Then there is a sudden shock of pain and I cry out. He pinched me and it made me clench with pleasure and pain. He’s been doing little things here and there that cause both pain and pleasure. I’ve been wondering if it’s leading me to something a little more intense, but he hasn’t gone further than a few nips on my ear or neck. There has been some hair pulling too, but it barely hurts.

It’s almost like he is teasing me, and seeing how far I’ll let him go. Honestly, I don’t know how far I’m willing to go. Does anyone when they try something like this for the first time?

Sawyer leans forward and kisses me. My mind goes blank and then all there is is him…everywhere.