Page 66 of Unravel Me

“Fuck. You’re drenched. I love how wet you get for me. I can’t wait to be inside you again. Feel you around me. So tight. So warm. You feel like home, baby.”

“Aah!” I moan. His sweet but filthy words speak right to my heart and pussy simultaneously.

He circles my swollen nub, his fingers moving easily with how wet I am, until my legs begin to shake, my orgasm building.

“You’re close, baby. Come for me. Let me feel you.”

My orgasm barrels through me, sending pleasure throughout my entire body. My legs shake, my toes curl, and my nails dig into Sawyer’s back, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.

Sawyer continues to rut, his hips moving in frantic motions, rubbing against my body until he jerks against my core, saying my name on a deep moan as he fills his briefs once again withhis spend. The sound of him coming makes me even wetter. And even after just finishing, I want more of him.

I want all of him.

“Careful, Ivy. I could get used to waking up like this.”

He’s not wrong. Especially because I can’t imagine not having this now that I’ve had it again.

Sawyer drops me off at my parents’ house with barely a minute to spare before the appraiser gets here. Not wanting to go in, I wait outside for him, taking a seat in one of the Adirondack chairs left on the front porch when Reid walks across the large lawns and gravel driveway.

“Did you get permission to be here?” I ask him. His gigantic form takes up almost the entirety of the opening to the porch.

“There’s that sass.”

I roll my eyes at him. This is the first time I’ve seen him since that evening at Sawyer’s house. I wasn’t sure how it would go, and the awkwardness flowing between us right now leaves something to be desired.

“I just want you to know that I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause you any pain, but Sawyer is my best friend, the brother I never had. I should have told you, but I didn’t want to spook you.”

I get it, and if the tables were turned and it was Zoe, I would have done the exact same thing.

“Honestly, you did me a favor.”

His eyes shoot up from the ground to meet mine.

“I did?”

“Yeah, I mean, don’t get too excited, it sucked. But it forced me to work through a lot of personal shit.”

“And you and Sawyer?”

“You haven’t talked?”

“Not much. He’s been a little, uh, preoccupied.”

With me. I really haven’t had the time to pause and think how me coming back has uprooted Sawyer’s life. I’m glad he’s back at work and at least divvying up his focus. The last few days we’ve been in an emotional bubble, hashing everything out and getting reacquainted with each other, in more ways than one.

“Ahh. We had a lot to talk about. He’s the same, you know? It’s like no time was spent apart and all it took was seeing each other again to erase anything that happened over the last ten years. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Because he waited for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I only met him in college, you had been gone over a year at that point, so I didn’t know him before. But he’s never had a relationship, Ivy.”

I feel like I’ve been smacked across the face. It’s obvious his feelings for me never changed, but to never have had a relationship?

“He had to have slept around, though.”

“I’m not going there, but we’re all human, so don’t be too naive.”

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