Page 5 of A Deceitful Pact

His cock burns inside me, making me feel like I’m a virgin again, only this time I’m in very capable hands. His pace is perfect, the way he holds on to me makes me feel secure, and as he picks up his pace, I realize that he’s only just getting started.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through the rubber,” he tells me, gripping my ass cheeks tighter. I’m starting to get dizzy, my bones are rattling from how hard he’s fucking me against the wall, and yet I tighten my legs around his hips and beg him not to stop.

Suddenly, it feels as if the world has stood still and I’m the one spinning. I’m dancing in the rain. I’m high, I’m coming hard and fast all over this stranger's huge, thick cock and I never knew that feeling so out of control could be so euphoric.

“Fuck, darlin’, your pussy’s clamping me so fucking tight!” He looks panicked as his glances flick between my eyes and his cock.

“I’m gonna come, too.” The confusion on his face surprises me, and when his entire body stiffens, he groans like he’s in pain.

“Fuck,” he whispers, catching his breath and still looking stunned as he looks up at me. He kisses me fiercely, and my body shivers with a contentment I’ve never felt before. It scares me so much that I force him back.

“So, is this the part where you take my number and tell me you’ll call?” I laugh nervously because I know guilt is about to strike any second now.

“Usually, yeah.” He looks up at me with that cocky grin that makes my insides melt. “But I’m not done with you yet. Nowherenearfuckin’ done.” He raises my arms into the air and lifts the blouse I’m wearing up over my head. His rough palm cups one of my tits over my bra and he crushes it in his hand as he kisses me some more. “I’m keeping you a little while longer, darlin’.”

I look down to where my hand is resting on my shirt, squeezing my breast desperately, and I quickly remove it and shake the man out of my head. I can’t allow myself to think about that night. I have to remain focused. I came to Clearwater Creek for one reason, and that reason wasn’t Sawyer Anderson. I have to figure out a way for him not to be a distraction, and the only idea I can come up with is to avoid him.

At all costs.

SAWYER

FIVE WEEKS LATER

“Jace Sullivan, a father!” I shake my head and pat my best friend on the back at the same time. I swear, if I weren’t holding the picture of the little bean in my hand and seeing the way he was looking at his girl, I wouldn’t believe it. Jace hasn’t stopped fuckin’ smiling since she ran out on her wedding and came to our town, and it’s good to see. He’s always been a hard worker and most of the time, he takes life far too seriously. I like the way Maddison brings out the fun side in him.

“How long do I have to wait before I meet the little guy?” I look up from the picture at Maddison, who can’t hide her excitement either.

“Or girl,” she corrects me.

“You better pray you're cooking a boy in there, ain’t no way this guy could handle a daughter. I’ve seen him knoc–”

“Scan says she’s thirteen weeks, so we got a six-month wait,” Jace quickly interrupts me, and I take the stern look he gives me as a sign that he ain’t planning on telling his baby momma about the kinda work we do for his uncle.

“Thirteen weeks? Hell, she must have barely been out of that wedding dress before ya socked it to her.” I join them in laughing until the door opens and Sheriff Hale steps inside.

“Sheriff.” Jace raises his hat to her while my eyes shoot to the floor. I ain’t ever gonna admit it, but seeing her around town ain’t easy. Especially when I can still remember the way her skin tastes, and how she moaned so perfectly when she came for me. I ain’t ever had a girl make me come as fast and hard as she did, and I sure as hell ain’t ever had one run out on me after sex before. I still ain’t forgiven her for it.

“Mr. Sullivan.” Riley nods politely at Jace before she turns her attention to his pregnant fiancée. “Maddison, right?” she checks.

“That’s right.” Maddison extends her smile to our guest, having no idea what a threat her being there could be.

“I was just checking in. I heard you had a little bar brawl happen here last night.” Sheriff Hale looks around my bar as if she’s unimpressed, then her eyes eventually settle back on mine. I’ve been waiting five weeks for her to do such a thing, yet all she seems to have done is stay outta my way.

“Nothin’ out of the ordinary, just some passers-through who needed a little lesson on respect.” I manage to keep my cool.

“Yeah, well, it appears one of the men you tossed out here ended up in the intensive care unit. Got jumped once he made it back to the city,” she tells me, tilting her head suspiciously.

“Ain’t my responsibility once they’re outta my bar, Sheriff,” I smirk at her when I sense that I’m pissing her off.

“And where were you between two-thirty a.m. and four a.m. this morning?” she asks, taking out her notepad and waiting for my response.

“Me? I was here, drowning my sorrows and listening to Dolly on the jukebox.” I look over to Jace and snigger.

“This isn’t a joke, Mr. Anderson. This guy was seriously hurt. Both his legs were broken, he’s got a concussion, and a collapsed lung.” Her lips remain straight.

“Then I’d say whoever got him, got him good.” I rest my elbow on the bar.

“I’ll ask you that question again, where were you?” She narrows her eyes like she ain’t buying my story.

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