Page 78 of For the Record

Coy: Whatever he sent you, delete them. It’s no one’s business.

Sloane: You had me thinking you were dead earlier, because of her?? Told you she was crazy AF.

Coy’s throat went dry at those words. Howdareshe? Sloane didn’t know a damn thing about Sawyer. Her pulse began to pound in her ears, and her fingers shook as she punched out another text.

Coy: FUCK YOU SLOANE.

The moment the message was sent, Coy shut her phone off and set it back on the nightstand. She knew it’d only be a matter of time before Sloane hit her up with half a dozen more texts and phone calls. As much as she loved pissing Coy off, she hated Coy being upset with her even more. Not having the option to bicker or grovel would drive her nuts.

Good, she fucking deserves it.Some days, it was hard to believe they were identical twins. As years passed, Coy swore they became each other’s opposites.

A groggy moan left Sawyer, and moments later, she nuzzled her nose between Coy’s breasts. “Your heart is racing,” she said quietly, peering up at Coy. Weariness and fatigue dulled her resplendent gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Coy shook her head, bending to give her a sweet kiss. She sighed against Sawyer’s lips, the tightness in her chest fading the more she relaxed. “How are you?” she asked, pushing thoughts of Sloane away for the time being.

“Better, thank you.” Sawyer drew back, giving Coy an apologetic smile. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” Coy reluctantly let her go, aware she was in a weird mood, but at the same time, couldn’t seem to help it. She wasn’t a needy person by nature, but now that the initial shock of the afternoon had worn off, she felt vulnerable. Any other time, she’d be calling around to Frankie’s right about now.

Sawyer returned from the bathroom, dressed down to just a silk robe. She held her hand out, “Come join me in the bath, darling.”

Coy perked up at the use of her pet name. Sawyer only used it when she was feeling bold and in charge of her emotions. Scrambling off the bed, she slipped her hand into Sawyer’s. Her gaze roamed languorously over Sawyer’s backside as she was led into the luxurious bathroom. It was like something out of a fashion magazine, with a massive stand-up shower and jacuzzi soaker tub large enough for two or three people. The water was running, bubbles bubbling, and Sawyer had somehow made a bottle of white wine and two glasses appear out of thin air. Confused, Coy looked around the bathroom for a fridge.

“You were there for me today,” Sawyer whispered, her silken hands skimming Coy’s stomach underneath the sleeveless hoodie she wore. “I didn’t know you were what I needed, but there you were.”

“Always,” Coy promised, lifting her arms when Sawyer pulled off the hoodie.

“It’s my turn now to be what you need, darling.”

“Sawyer, it’s okay—”

“Shh.” Sawyer placed her finger over Coy’s parted lips. The skin around her eyes crinkled in thought. “I don’t want you turning to Frankie anymore. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be Domme material, but I can at least give you this.”

“Oh, you’re Domme material. Trust me,” Coy gushed, puckering her lips to kiss Sawyer’s finger.

“If that’s the case, then this is how things will go,” Sawyer said, reaching for Coy’s sports bra next. She pulled it over Coy’s head, dropping it to the floor beside them before starting on the button on Coy’s jeans. Her mouth found Coy’s shoulder, and her teeth grazed the skin as she pushed the jeans off her hips. “You’re going to do whatever I ask.”

Coy held her breath, glancing up at the ceiling. Did Sawyer truly want this, or was the pressure of payback at the forefront of her mind? The submissive in her wanted to follow through, no questions asked. Who was she to complain if Sawyer wanted to practice her dominance? They were both seeking comfort. Coy needed Sawyer’s strength, and Sawyer needed to regain her control. She just happened to be playing into Coy’s current emotional state. That was a good thing, right? That they could read each other so well?

It’s not like we’re doing a scene. Relax.

“What would you have me do?” Coy asked slowly as Sawyer helped her out of her boxers.

“Go pee since I know you must be bursting, and then get in the bath.”

Coy bowed her head. “Of course. Thank you.” Shewasbursting and quickly relieved herself before walking the few steps to the jacuzzi tub. As she sunk down into the hot water with all the bubbles, she hummed in appreciation. It wasn’t too often that she bothered with a bath, especially one as nice as this. “You’re spoiling me, sweetheart.”

The steam against her aching muscles felt glorious, and she leaned against the tub wall, watching lazily as Sawyer slipped out of the bathrobe. She stood facing Coy in all her glory, her wondrously tanned skin and faint white scar lines. Her breasts were perfect handfuls Coy yearned to cup, and the flare of her hips and slight pudge around her navel was proof of the life she’d created. Sawyer was perfectly imperfect, and Coy couldn’t imagine looking at anyone else, feeling this way about anyone else.

“I love you,” she blurted, her pulse quickening as Sawyer dipped one long leg in the tub and then the other.

Sawyer arched a brow, flicking a few droplets of water Coy’s way. “So you say, darling.”

Coy held back her grin, unsurprised by Sawyer’s deflection of her feelings. There would come a day when she would say them back, Coy was certain. But, if she was wrong, it didn’t really matter. Sawyer showed her love through touch, which Coy understood on a profound level, and by spending quality time with Coy and doing things like what she was doing now. Directing Coy simply because she knew Coy needed direction.

“First, I’m going to wash you.” Sawyer positioned herself behind Coy, and her breath hitched as the erotic sensation of Sawyer’s hard nipples pressed into her back. A blindfold appeared in front of Coy, and then Sawyer’s lips brushed her ear as she murmured, “While you wear this. Then I’m going to give you a shoulder massage, and afterwards, I’ll take you back to bed and fuck you. How does that sound?”

Coy whimpered, bobbing her head up and down. “Fuck yes. Oh, yes, please.” Goddess, she hadn’t realized how much she needed Sawyer to take control.

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