Chapter 33: Sawyer

I had plans to torture Bryn a little bit with some teasing, but like always, I’m drunk on her and I don’t want to play.

“Sawyer…” She says my name like a plea and it only ends up being torture to me.

She’s so responsive to everything I do to her, and it makes me lose control every time. No one has the power that she does over me.

I’m about ready to grab her and take her to the bedroom when someone rings the doorbell. I freeze and stay silent as if it would make whoever it is think that no one is home.

“Who is it?” Bryn whispers.

She’s still doing her best to stay completely still, but when the doorbell rings again, she is fixing her clothes and standing.

“I’ll answer it. You…are a little too exposed.” She glances down at my couch and I clear my throat and cover my hard on with my hands.

“Yeah.” She giggles as she walks over to the door and I drop down on the couch.

I drop my head back and groan in frustration. Whoever it is better be gone fast or I will personally kick them in the ass for giving me blueballs.

“I’m sorry. Who are you?” I hear Bryn ask. “No, I don’t think so…I said no! Get out of here or I’m calling the police!”

I’m on my feet and storming toward the door when she slams it shut and locks it.

“Who was it?” She jumps and yelps in surprise.

“Some reporter. I guess that mess with the photo hasn’t completely blown over.” She shrugs and walks past me.

I stay behind and glance through the peephole to see some guy with a beer belly and balding head talking on a phone a few feet away.

“Don’t even think about it, Sawyer Becket!” Bryn calls from the kitchen.

Dammit, how did she know?

“You don’t need any bad publicity before your first game. He’ll go away when he doesn’t get what he wants.” She says.

My urge to storm outside and kick the guy’s ass wavers. Instead, I turn around and join Bryn in the kitchen.

“Have you ever thought of becoming an agent? I bet the pay is better and you get to be a boss bitch.” I tease.

She turns around and leans against the counter. “I don’t need to be a sports agent to be a boss, but I also would hate dealing with all the work involved. Keeping track of names and places and events. I have a hard enough time keeping track of my schedule.”

We both stand on opposite sides of the kitchen and watch each other. We were hot and heavy a minute ago, but that urgent need has faded. Bryn smiles at me and shakes her head.

“Don’t worry, you can still have desert after dinner.” She winks at me before pulling out her phone and ordering food.

She’s right. We haven’t missed any opportunities to christen every place in this apartment with some sexy fun. Of course, afterwards, she frantically cleans and disinfects every service a hundred times. It’s funny when she gets into those weird cleaning moods. It’s like a little maid takes over her body and she starts cleaning everything. It can be helpful, but I made the mistake of disrupting her flow and she stopped cleaning immediately. I learned my lesson for sure.

Even more so when the inability for her to clean meant there was more for me to do. We have a good chore system going. She does laundry and I wash dishes. Apparently, she has a thing about touching dirty dishes. It’s a texture issue, so I agreed to take on that chore and the cleaning of the bathrooms. Of course, I keep my room clean, which is a lot easier since I’ve been spending every night in Bryn’s bed. The only times she kicks me out is when I’m distracting her too much and she needs to pull an all nighter.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t be in the same room as her and not touch her. Did I mention I have an addiction? Or maybe it’s an obsession too. All I know is she’s all I think about. A few guys on the team say the newness of dating a girl wears off after a month or so, but I think they’re wrong. Me and Bryn were best friends for a long time and we never got tired of each other back then, so why would dating change that?

It feels more like we’re best friends with benefits! So there isn’t this intense pressure of being a couple that most people have to deal with. We’re just us.

“Okay, the food should be here in thirty! So while we wait, I was thinking we could watch a movie.” Bryn smiles and bats her lashes at me dramatically.

“What kind of movie?” I ask cautiously.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. I reserve the right to veto.” I cross my arms and stand up a little straighter to show her I mean business.

She mimics my pose and raises a brow at me. “Really? Then I think I should get the option to veto things as well.”

I narrow my eyes on her. “I don’t like where this is going.”

“Then you shouldn’t start things.” She smirks and takes a step toward me.

My tough guy stance wavers a little, but I try hard not to show any weakness.

“I veto you, trying to torture me by refusing to let me orgasm.”

I scoff. “Please, you loved it.”

She scoffs right back and moves her hands to rest on her hips. “I absolutely do not! I want to tear the hair off your head every time!”

That’s a dark response…

“It’s supposed to make things more enjoyable.” I try to reason with her, but the look she’s giving me says I’m failing. “Plus, this is in no way on equal ground as picking a movie.”

From the look in her eyes, I know I’m about to lose this fight.

“Fine. What are we watching?” I ask in defeat.

She squeals and jumps up and down before grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the couch. I drop down next to her and prepare myself for the torture I’m about to endure.

“For the record, I think this is a waste of our small window of time together.” I say.

She slaps me in the chest. “Stop whining. I swear you are addicted to sex. You know there are other ways for you to get your urges taken care of.”

I scowl at her. “Don’t insult me. I would never stoop to such a thing, plus why serve myself when I have an all I can eat buffet right here?”

She gasps, probably in offense, but I reach over and grab her. I pull her onto my lap so that she’s straddling me.

“Don’t get twisted out of shape B. You’re absolutely stunning and your body is…” I rub my hands up her thigh. “.. sinful. So much so that I want you all the time. You can’t fault me for that.”

She sighs and wraps her arms around my neck. “As long as you don’t fault me for wanting you too.” She whispers before she presses her lips against mine.

My hands move to her waist and I tighten my hold on her. Fuck, it would be so easy to flip us and have her on her back squirming beneath me, but she wants to watch a movie. I have to keep my thoughts clean or we will never make it through the whole thing. So, with great pain, I break our kiss.

“You better stop or there will be no movies watched tonight.” I warn her.

She looks at me with a far more serious expression than I was expecting after that kiss.

“What?”

“Do you really mean all those things you say?”

I’m surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you know exactly what to say to make me feel special, but I wonder how much of it is real.”

Okay…this took a turn.
I could be offended that she’s asking this and become defensive, but I read about people with her condition needing a little emotional reassurance sometimes. So I reach up and brush my finger along her cheek and move it down to her neck where I end up resting my whole hand.

“Of course I mean it. Why would I lie?”

She shrugs and I see the insecurity seep in instantly. “Well, you’ve been with a lot of girls, so I assume you used sweet lines on a lot of them.”

“Hell no. I don’t mean to sound egotistical, but I never had to put any effort in. Those girls were all looking for a status boost, and would proposition me with no work on my end. It sounds terrible now, but I didn’t need to use a line to get a girl to sleep with me. They just offered.”

Now that I say it, I hate how big of a dick I was before.