Chapter 49: Sawyer

Our first night back at school doesn’t feel any different from any other day before we left. Being married to Bryn seems…natural. It’s a mind trip when the word married pops up in my head. You would think that getting married would feel like being trapped, but it doesn't feel like that at all. It makes me feel like Bryn is even more mine than she was before, and I can’t wait to tell the world. I don’t want there to be any doubt that Bryn is my wife, but we haven’t talked about when we’ll tell people.

Bryn studied until she fell asleep, so we didn’t have time to talk about what we plan to do with the news of our new relationship status. If Facebook was still popular, maybe it would be easier. Now it’s all about making things Instagram official and all that shit. It’s dumb, but the easiest way to get the news around. For some reason, people are fascinated by other people’s lives and even though I have an account, I hardly post on it.

The other guys on the team post all sorts of things about their lives, but I’m not good at it. I don’t do selfies and group photos, so my account is pretty sparse. Now that Bryn is my wife, and she’s pregnant, I will have a lot more to post about now. I took a picture of her sleeping last night with her book still in her hand. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. That’s what I post on my account today with the caption: My Angel.

It didn’t take long for comments to come flooding in, but I don’t bother reading them. I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks other than they know she’s my girl and I’m gone for her. She’s still sleeping when I wake up to shower and make breakfast. We have an early practice today and one later in the afternoon to get us ready for our next game, Friday. This one is out of town, but at least Bryn will be coming with us. I would hate leaving her behind. It would be impossible for me not to worry about her.

I’m working on some vegan pancakes when I feel her arms wrap around my waist.

“That smells so good.” She says in her sexy morning voice that get’s me hard in seconds.

“Yeah, you hungry?” I turn in her arms and rest my hands on her hips. “Is the little guy wanting pancakes?”

She smiles up at me, and I dip my head to kiss her.

“The baby defiantly wants pancakes, which is awesome because so do I. I hope I don’t get sick though. I can’t miss my classes.” She lifts onto her toes to kiss me again before stepping out of my hold and moving around the bar to sit and wait for her food.

“You need to worry about yourself. School comes second to your health.” I remind her.

“I know, I know.” She says, but I’ll keep reminding her.

I can’t let anything happen to her…I wouldn’t be able to live without her now.

“So I wanted to talk to you about something.” I’ve gone back to cooking so she can react to my question without worrying about upsetting me.

She hates upsetting the people she loves, and will pretend she’s fine with something when she isn’t. I don’t want her to pretend with me, but it will take time for her to be comfortable enough to be honest with me about her real thoughts and feelings.

“Okay.” she says cautiously.

“What do you want to tell people? Do you want to tell people we’re married?” I ask and wait a few seconds before turning around to face her.

She's biting her lip anxiously, and her eyes are fixed on the counter.

“B?”

She lifts her head to look at me, and I see the concern in her eyes.

“I want to tell people, but I’m worried about gossip. Your public image is important now more than ever. What if us telling people we’re married starts some crazy rumors that can hurt your future?”

I both love and hate how worried she gets over me being drafted. She wants me to get everything I’ve ever wanted, even at her expense, and I’m not cool with that.

“B, I don’t give a damn about what those people think. If they won’t accept me because I married the most amazing girl I’ve ever known, then screw them.”

She looks at me like she isn’t sure if I mean what I’m saying, but she’s wrong.

“Sawyer, are you sure?” She asks softly.

I walk around the counter and turn her so I can restudy hands on the back of her chair and cage her in.

“I am,” I tell her before taking out my phone and holding it up.

She gives me a confused look, but I wrap my hand around hers so that our rings show and hold them up before leaning down to kiss her. I take the picture, but don’t break our kiss until she moans. When I pull away, she lets out an adorable huff.

“Hold that thought.” I tell her and check the photo.

So I won’t be winning any awards for my photography skills, but it doesn’t matter. I upload the photo with the caption: I put a ring on it and caught the girl. Married and taken.

I post the photo and lock my phone. “I have an early practice, but we have enough time for me to have breakfast with you and desert.”

She tilts her head and furrows her brow. “Desert? It’s six in the morning.”

Oh, my sweet little Bee. “This desert is good at any time of day.” I throw a wink her way and watch the realization set in.

Her face turns red, and she shakes her head. “You are a pervert.”

I shrug and don’t bother denying it. “A pervert for you.”

Okay, that’s a dumb line, but it’s the asscrack of dawn, so I’m not at my best. I plate the pancakes and top them with strawberries and whipped cream. Bryn does a little happy dance when I set her plate down in front of her. I warmed up some apple syrup as well and put the small cup next to her. She grabs it and pours a good amount on her pancakes and digs in. Her first bite has her closing her eyes and letting out a moan. Shit, I planned on eating breakfast with her, but I’m only hungry for one thing right now and it isn’t pancakes. I decide I’ll take some with me to eat on the way to practice and eat something better right now. While Bryn enjoys her pancakes, I kneel and turn her chair back to me and hook my fingers in her little sleep shorts. I don’t feel any panties under it, which makes this a lot easier.

“Sawyer.” She whines, but I ignore her.

She can eat while I do this. I slide her shorts down her thighs and she lifts her ass slightly to help me along. Her shorts are off in a second, leaving her bare for me. Seeing her like this with her moaning over pancakes is driving me insane. I can’t wait another minute, so I spread her legs more and lug forward. She gasps and drops her head back when I get my first taste of her. Fuck, she tastes like the maple syrup she smothered her pancakes in.

That gives me an idea. I reach up and grab the container I put the maple syrup in and hold tip I over so that maple syrup runs down her skin. She whimpers at the warmth of the syrup and makes a sound that has me moving quicker. I run my tongue over her most sensitive area and lap up the warm maple syrup.

“Sawyer…oh my god.” She reaches out and grabs onto my hair.

She is trying to hold me against her, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll worship at her temple all day long if I could, and I won’t let her go without bringing her over the edge. All the sounds she’s making are driving me crazy and I can’t help but slide my hand into my sweatpants and give myself a few pumps. I could come from the sounds she’s making alone, but this feels just as good. My hand moves to keep up with the rhythm of my mouth on Bryn and soon she cries out and it breaks me. I come hard and make a mess of myself, but I don’t give one shit. That was hot as fuck.

“Oh god. We made a mess.” She says breathlessly and I laugh.

“The best kind.” I say, standing and grabbing her fork.

She has a forkful of pancakes left, so I hold it out for her, and she accepts it. I watch her enjoy it and once she’s done; I grab her and carry her to our bedroom.

“Time to clean up the mess we made.”

She laughs the whole way, and we end up getting a little dirtier before I wash her clean.