Page 21 of A Deceitful Pact

“Just been to the wholesalers, picked a few things up for Jean while I was there,” he explains, pulling off his work gloves and hanging them in the back pocket of his jeans. Those lustful blue eyes continue to look me over, and the slight smirk that reminds me that we share a secret has me wanting to pounce on him.

“How thoughtful,” I bite back sarcastically, pulling myself together and trying not to make a fool of myself.

“Just doin’ my bit.” He shrugs, taking the toothpick from his mouth and tossing it at the ground as he steps through the door and moves closer toward me. My feet shuffle backward until my shoulders hit the wall behind me, and now that he seems to be taking up all my space, I have to remind myself to breathe.

“Sawyer.” I turn my head sideways, looking back toward the dining area through the door's porthole window. Anyone who walks past it could see us.

“Still feelin’ sore?” His whisper is low and raspy, and just his breath touching my cheek has me closing my eyes and forgetting that there's a risk of us being caught. I gasp when his body presses tight against mine, ensuring that I feel how hard his cock is against my stomach.

“Lost your words, Hale?” His mouth laughs against my skin, and although it’s a little degrading, it somehow makes me even more desperate. I open my eyes and peer up into his, warning him not to play with me. I’m on duty, and this is not the time nor the place. But instead of heeding my warning and backing off, he takes my hips in both his hands, steers me sideways, and forces me through the door to the ladies' room.

“Sawyer!” I whisper-yell as he kicks the door shut behind him and backs me up against the basin unit. There’s hardly any space in here, the walls are almost touching his shoulders, and when he rests his hand on the mirror behind my head, the only thing for me to breathe in is him.

“Answer my question, are you still sore?” He’s suddenly looking very serious.

“A little,” I admit, while my heart thumps so hard in my chest that I swear I can hear it.

“Too sore?” he questions, pressing his forehead into mine and gripping my chin between his thumb and the crook of his finger. I can almost feel the moisture from his lips, they’re so close, and although my head is screaming yes, my head shakes him a no.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” He pecks me on the cheek and gets straight to work, dragging my shirt from where it’s tucked into my pants and taking off my utility belt. “Ya know, it's been over twelve hours since I last came inside you.” His lips hover over my neck as he unzips my pants and pushes them and my panties down to the floor.

“We can’t, Sawyer, not here.” I try to sound authoritative, but my voice comes out all shaky.

“You wanna bet?” Sawyer laughs again, and instead of protesting like I should, I allow those huge, strong hands to slide under my thighs and lift me off my feet.

“This is…It’s a bad ide—aaahhh.” The finger he trails through my pussy lips cuts off my sentence and has me forgetting what I was going to say. “Fuck…baby girl, you’re soaking already. Have you been thinkin’ ‘bout me? Thinkin’ about all the ways I’m gonna knock you up?” His fingertip circles my entrance while he waits for my answer. “Sweetheart, I can feel the way you’re pulsing against my finger; you might as well admit it.”

I want to knock the cocky grin off his face, I also want to kiss it, but I refuse to break my own rule.

“Maybe.” I shrug, at least trying not to seem so desperate.

“Maybe?” Sawyer tilts his head and huffs out a laugh. “Damn, you're cute.”

“Don’t call me that.” I shake my head.

“Why not? It’s true. Somethin’ about you changes when you're all needy and desperate. It gets ya all cute, and I like it.”

“Just…fuck me, Sawyer.” I don’t need a reminder of how weak I am. I didn’t ask for this, he’s the one who started it, and now I’m gonna make sure he damn well finishes.

“Sure thing.” He’s still wearing that arrogant smirk as he unbuckles his belt and rips open his jeans, then, curling his arm back around one of my thighs, he lifts it up high around his body and slides into me all in one motion.

“Fuck!” I cry out when both pleasure and pain have me smacking my palm into the wall beside me, and Sawyer's hand slams over my mouth to silence me.

“Shhhhhh, ya don’t want the whole town knowing our little secret, do ya?” he whispers, reminding me of where we are and how stupid this is.

“Does it feel good to have me back inside you?” He raises one of his eyebrows and I nod against his hand like a needy whore, because even though it hurts, I’ve come to realize I like his pain.

“I’ve been thinking ‘bout it too,” he confesses, wrinkling up his forehead as if he’s confused by his own words. “In fact, it’s all I’ve been thinkin’ about. Breeding you has become my favorite thing to do, and be ready, Riley, cause every opportunity I get to do it, I’mma take it.” His other hand grips my waist so tightly, I feel his fingers bruising as his hips start to thrust. The way his eyes stare into mine is so intense, but I can’t look away from them. They’re so beautiful and dangerous. Everything about this man isdangerous,especially the way he makes me feel. Yet here he is fucking me raw and unprotected. I must be crazy.

His hand slides up my body to grip around my throat as he continues to turn my pain into pleasure.

“What you thinkin’ bout, Sheriff Hale?” He tilts his head and stares at me as if he’s intrigued.

“I’m thinking that we’re crazy.” I look between us, watching in fascination as his cock slips in and out of me.

“You like lookin’ at it?” he asks, lifting the bottom of his shirt and gripping it between his teeth to give me a better view. He watches as I slide my fingers over his torso, tracing the thin line of dark hair that trails down to his open jeans.

When I look back up at him, his free hand drops between us so his thumb can stroke my clit and I throw my head back and yield.

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