Page 97 of Unravel Me

“Fuck yes, Ivy. I needed to hear you say that,” he says.

“Like you said, this thing between us is real. We both feel it. We’ve always felt it and there’s no point in ever trying to fight it. I wouldn’t want to anyway.”

“God, I love you.”

“I stopped taking my birth control,” I confess.

His eyes shoot up to me. “When?”

“The night we had sex again for the first time. You asked me to be all in. I’m all in.”

He moves so fast it catches me off guard. He pulls my coffee mug from my hand and sets it roughly on the table, sloshing coffee everywhere, before yanking the blankets off of me and roughly pulling my panties down my legs.

“Sawyer!” I yelp. “Shit, I think you might have a breeding kink.” He leans forward, kissing my neck and palming my breast as he drags my ass to the edge of the couch and pulls down his sweatpants, freeing his already hard dick. He pushes two fingers into my core and I moan in response.

“Does that mean I want to pump you so full of my cum that there’s no chance you won’t get pregnant?”

“Yeah, kinda.”

“Then yeah, sounds like I do.” He continues to fuck me with his fingers, pushing them in deep and curling them up, making my head spin. “So wet. So perfect. Now relax and let me put a baby in you.”

I laugh at him as he lines himself up and sinks into me. The world around us melts away just as it always has when we’re together.

“Hi, butterfly.” I look up from my Kindle to find Sawyer standing in the doorway of our bedroom, his arms straining against the fabric of his button-up shirt. He’s so handsome and my heart beats rapidly at the sight.

“Hi.”

“How about a ride on the bike?”

“Yes, please.” I toss off the blankets and close my Kindle.

I climb onto the back of the bike, wrapping my arms right around his waist and feeling the rumble of the engine come to life underneath us. We ride casually through Aspen Ridge, the wind in our faces and the scenery blurring past. As he pulls into the small parking lot of Grace Beach, complete peace washes over me. This place has always held a special place in my heart,and being here with Sawyer always makes it that much more magical and serene. We get off and rest our helmets on the bike before walking across the rocky coastal beach, the twigs and rocks crunching under our boots. The cloud coverage is sparse, the sun doing its best to peek through them. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath of the fresh salty sea air, and truly feel free. In this moment, nothing else matters except the sound of the waves crashing against the rocky shore and the warmth of his body against mine. Sawyer releases me and I hear him take a step back. I open my eyes to reach for him and find him down on one knee with a small black velvet box in his hands. My knees immediately drop to the ground to look at his gorgeous face straight on.

“You are the only girl I have ever and will ever love. From the moment you walked into our classroom on the first day of sixth grade, I knew I had found my person. We didn’t know it then, but I handed over my heart that day and I’ve been wholly yours ever since. No amount of time could ever change what’s between us and I’d like the rest of our lives to prove it to you. Baby, I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes. Always yes.” I grab his face in my hands, his skin cold from the chilly weather, his stubble rough on my palms, and pull his face to meet mine. I kiss him hard, our tongues racing to meet. There’s no finesse, just that passion between us that goes from zero to sixty in a moment. He releases me much too soon and grabs my left hand, sliding the ring onto my finger. I look down at the beautiful oval solitaire diamond sitting on a simple, thin, yellow gold band and my mouth drops open at the stunning simplicity of it. It’s breathtaking. “Sawyer, this is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m so glad you love it, baby,” he says as I look up from my ring to find him staring at me.

Overcome with emotion, I kiss him again, both of us kneeling on the cold ground in my favorite place in the world. I kiss him like I always have, like he’s the only person in the world who’s ever known and loved all of me.

“Take me home.”

Chapter 51

SAWYER

We shuffle to the bedroom without losing physical contact with each other, my hands rubbing over Ivy’s bare skin. I plan to lick every fucking inch of this woman every day for the rest of my life.

“Clothes. Off,” she says, eyes already heavy-lidded.

I reach behind my head to pull my shirt off and watch as Ivy peels her skinny jeans off her toned legs. I move toward her, and she immediately drags her fingers down my chest until she reaches the top of my jeans. She starts to unbutton them, pushing them down over my hips with my briefs at the same time. My cock springs free, bobbing upward, thick and hard assteel. Ivy swipes her tongue across her lips as she stares down at me. Placing my hand on the center of her chest, I push her back to sit on the bed as I kick off my shoes and work my jeans the rest of the way off. Hands finally free, I brace myself over her before taking her lips again, she immediately opens for me, her tongue meeting mine in an eager tangle while my hands rove over her perky tits and pinch each of her nipples.

“Yesss,” Ivy moans against my mouth. I push off the bed to stand back up and take a moment to look at my sexy fiancé spread out in front of me on our bed. It doesn’t feel like that long ago that I was picturing this very scene playing out in my head. I’m the luckiest man in the world to get a second chance with her. Remembering that night in my shower, jerking myself off to the image of her just like this, wishing for any miracle to bring her back to me. I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and pull one of her legs over my shoulder, spreading her wide. I shower her inner thighs with kisses as I work my way up to her sweet, pretty pussy. She’s already glistening and dripping wet. I take one long, torturously slow lick with the flat of my tongue up her drenched center. Fuck, she always tastes so fucking good. I’m so addicted to everything about this woman.

“Ohh. Yes. Sawyer. Yes. More!” Her moans urge me on, but I don’t give her what she wants.

I drag my nose through her slit, inhaling her heady, sweet scent before continuing with long, slow licks, stopping at her clit to make small circles. Then I work my way back down and repeat the actions over and over. Her hips take on a life of their own, gyrating and fucking my face. Going down on her is fucking bliss. I gently circle her entrance with my finger and then drive it home, pumping twice before adding a second, pressing into her, and curling them upward toward her belly. Ivy bucks into my face and lets out the sexiest fucking noises. I reward her by sealing my mouth around her pussy, suckingher clit in little pulses. She continues to writhe underneath me, pushing her pussy further into my face, doing whatever she can to chase her release. Her hands thread through my hair, trying to force me closer to her. She’s so responsive, so wet that she’s dripping down my chin. I love every moment of being between my women’s legs.

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