Chapter 46: Bryn

Sawyer is standing at the window in my bedroom, looking out at the backyard.

“I can’t believe how much got done today.” I say with a laugh.

“It was touch and go there for a while but we pulled through didn’t we?” He says turning and sauntering over to the bed and laying down next to me.

“I’m proud of you. You didn’t get into one shouting match or physical altercation the whole day.” I pat his chest, making him roll his eyes.

“Yeah, well, Jimmy has been testing my resolution to not be a total dick head and kick the ass of any man who looks your way.”

“He’s harmless and I think once we’re married, he’ll let it go. I think it’s nostalgia, that’s all. It’s been a long time since we’ve all been in town together, and it’s probably bringing back some old memories.” I reassure him. “Besides, I don’t care about Jimmy one bit, so you have nothing to worry about.”

Sawyer grumbles but leans in for a kiss and I happily reciprocate. He has a way of kissing me that makes me feel like ice cream on a hot day. He’s the sun and I’m the poor sweet treat with no ability to withstand his fire.

“As long as you keep looking at me like you are now, I won’t worry.” He says before he tilts his head to kiss my neck.

I feel it all the way down between my legs and I have to clench my thighs together so that I don’t beg for him to touch me. We’re in my parent's house, which means him giving me a screaming orgasm would be the worse thing that could happen right now. Except he doesn’t get that and starts to kiss down to my chest and between my breast.

“Sawyer…” I say his name in warning, but I am also holding his head so that he won’t stop.

“Yes, Little Bee?” He asks.

“Sawyer.” I gasp his name when he bites me through my bra. “We can’t.”

I don’t sound convincing to my own ears so it doesn’t surprise me when he slides my shirt up and over my head. He places a kiss on my lower stomach where our baby is slowly growing inside me.

“Sorry, little man, but I can’t let you keep your mama all to yourself. Besides, I was here first.” He says against my skin, making me laugh.

He smiles up at me for a split second and then returns to his torture. My hands are fisting my comforter as Sawyer leaves a kiss just above the top of my shorts. I drop my head back and bite my lip, waiting for his next move.

“Baby, look at me.” My eyes snap open, and I look down at him where he’s hovering above me. “Try to be quiet. I don’t want your mom worried something bad is happening to you and burst in, seeing me between your thighs.”

Crap! How can I make that promise?
I nod though and he smirks like he knows full well I won’t be able to keep that promise. Thankfully, our apartment back at college is more like a small house in a complex of small houses. I still haven’t asked where all this money has come from, but who cares right now?

He finally hooks his fingers into my the top of shorts and panties and slowly pulls them off. I’m throbbing to be touched by him and have him inside me, but I stay still. This isn’t the first time we’ve played this game, and every time we do, he makes me pay for every time I move. It’s a test of wills and I still haven’t won yet. Even when I try to switch roles, he will come and I think I’ve won, but then he pounces and rolls me onto my stomach. Then he shows me how much stamina he has and I end up boneless and exhausted.

I’m not ready for him when he finally makes his way down to my center. My back arches up at the first swipe of his tongue and my mouth opens, ready for the cry that I can’t hold back. Then his hand covers my mouth, and he dips his tongue, making me release the sounds I had no chance of holding in. He deson’t stop no matter how much a squirm and beg to come, and when I think he might let me he stops.

I let out a frustrated sound, but he stands and quickly gets rid of his clothes. Him undressing is like unwrapping the best present ever, and it will never stop turning me on. He is on top of me and wrapping my legs around his waist a second later. His mouth covers mine when he slams into me and I cry out into his mouth with pleasure and pain. I’m learning they can plan well together and soon I’ll be ready to try a few more risque things, but for now this works. I’m so close already and even though he seems like he’s going to slam into me har until we both come, he slows down.

When he pulls away from our kiss, I’m gasping for air. “I will not rush tonight. We’re getting married tomorrow, so you need to be able to walk down the aisle to say your bowls to me.”

“Then shouldn’t we wait until we’re married to do this?” But I’m moving against him, chasing the release I’m dying for.

He laughs. “I can barely go a day without being inside you. Married or not, I’m never denying either of us this.”

Thank god because he’s turned me into an addict and I never want to break this habit. At least this habit comes with a high I can have over and over and never worry about it ruining my life. Besides, I’m already carrying his baby, so what more can happen from our romps in the sheets?

“Sawyer…” I wrap my arms around his neck and he hurries his face in my neck while he rocks slowly into me.

It’s sweet torture, and as much as I want to come, I like this slow love making just as good. This feels more intimate and like a declaration of love instead of blind lust.

Sawyer confirms it when he whispers those three words into my ear as we chase our release together. We end up falling asleep with him still inside me, and I wake up with him sweeping up again. It’s our wedding day, and we ring in the exciting day with morning sex and a dirty shower. By the time we make it down for breakfast, I swear I see knowing looks from our entire family. Sawyer’s cocky stride and smirk isn’t helping. I, on the other hand, am keeping my head down and trying to eat my breakfast with my face catching fire.

Everyone is kind enough, not to mention possibly hearing Sawyer and I. We talk about wedding stuff, which still makes my head spin. You would think we had this planned for months the way everyone is causally talking about it. It doesn’t feel like a whirlwind wedding or a last-minute event. It feels real and only becomes more real when mom and Poppy help me slip into my impromptu wedding dress. Looking at Poppy’s old dress all fixed up just for me has my eyes misting with tears.

“Don’t you dare cry! You’ll ruin your make-up.” Poppy hisses at me, but I see tears in her eyes too.

“It’s beautiful Sis.” I turn and pull her into a back breaking hug and mom joins us soon after.

“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle, sweetie. I’m glad you found your person, even if it's the crazy next door boy,” Mom says, making us laugh.

“He may be crazy, but I can handle him.” I assure her.

“I know you can. You’re the only one who ever could.” She says, making me smile.

“Knock knock.” Dad says from the open doorway. “I’m here to escort the bride.”

I smile at my dad, who has opted out of a suit and is standing there with some loose hemp trousers and a linen button-up shirt. He looks like a surf bum, but that’s just him and I wouldn’t change him for the world. Besides, my mom is wearing a maxi skirt and a crochet halter top. She looks amazing and young enough to be my sister, so I like how confident she is. Poppy opted for a more traditional dress for the wedding and looks absolutely beautiful.

“This is it, sweetheart. You ready?” Mom asks, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I suck in a deep breath and let it out with a smile. “I’m more than ready.”

“Good, now let’s go or Sawyer will come looking for you. We don’t want the whole town to hear what happens when he finds you.” Dad says, wiggling his eyebrows.

My face flames in horrified embarrassment making them all laugh. “God dad that was gross.” Poppy says taking the words out of my mouth.

“What? How do you think you guys got here?” He says, not caring one bit.

“Okay! Can we go before we get another story about how we were conceived?” I begged.

Thankfully, dad shrugs and holds his arm out for me to take.

This is it. I’m about to marry the man of my dreams and the one that haunted my nightmares.