Page 22 of A Deceitful Pact

“That’s right, darlin’… fuck, you feel good when you come.” He drops his T-shirt from his mouth. “Look at me,” he orders, and I give in far too easily to his command.

“Good girl. I wanna look at those pretty eyes while I fuck my baby into you,” he whispers and I moan loudly when his words, combined with his deep thrusts, set fireworks off inside me. “You feel that, the way you're clenching me? You really are desperate for me to fill this pussy, ain’t ya? You don’t just wanna be sore for the rest of the day, you wanna be dripping with my cum, and leaking it into your pretty, little panties.”

How can he make the idea of that seem hot?

“Fuck, I’m gonna come too,” I blurt the words out and his hands move back to my hips, holding me in place as he makes one final thrust inside me and growls so loud it makes my chest vibrate.

“Holy fuck.” His forehead falls against mine again while he catches his breath. “Here.” He raises my other leg around his waist, holding my thighs tight under his biceps and keeping his cock buried deep inside me.

“Why does this feel so good?” he asks me, looking all confused again.

“Sex issupposedto feel good, Sawyer,” I remind him, trying to keep us grounded. I can’t let this can’t become any more than what we set out for it to be.

“I don’t just mean the sex. I mean this, what we're doing right now. Me keeping my cock inside you, you clenching every muscle in your core to ensure you keep all that cum I just gave ya secure. It feels good, don’t it?”

“Yeah, it feels good.” I decide to give him that, and when his lips slowly start leaning toward mine, I feel myself gravitating toward them.

“Sheriff Hale, are you in there?” A sharp tap on the door has me jumping out of my skin and forcing him away. “Your order’s up.” Jean’s voice calls out again.

“Ummm, yeah, it’s me. I’ll be just a second.” I look at Sawyer in horror, and when he calmly kneels down to pick my panties up off the floor, I wonder why he’s smiling instead of panicking, too.

“Sawyer, how the hell are we gonna both walk out of here without anyone seeing us?” I whisper as he starts to slowly slide my panties back up my legs.

“Relax,” he tells me, stopping when he gets to the top of my thighs so his finger can collect some of the cum that’s spilled. I watch the concentration he puts into pushing it back inside me, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. “You just concentrate on this.” Having him fuck his cum back into me with his fingers has that tight ball of tension in my stomach start to wind up again, “And let me worry about Jean.” He takes out his cell with his other hand, scrolling through his contacts before he presses it to his ear.

I hear the diner's phone ring in the distance and smile when I realize what he’s doing.

“Hey, Jean.” He smiles when she answers, and rotates his finger inside me at the same time.

“I’m just loading out round the back and was just wonderin’ if you could see across to the bar and check that there ain’t no one waitin’ outside.” He slowly retracts his finger with a satisfied grin, balancing the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he pulls my panties all the way up, then kisses me through the fabric. Standing up, he remains on the phone as he opens the door just enough to see out of it.

“Ahhh, ain’t you a darlin’?” he tells her, looking back over his shoulder at me and winking before he slips back out onto the corridor, leaving me breathless and still tensing to keep his cum from spilling out of me again.

SAWYER

“Man, are you okay?” Miles is looking worried when I eventually shake myself out of my thoughts.

“I’m fine, just tired.” I pick a toothpick up from the bar, slide it between my teeth, and try to think about something other than Riley fuckin’ Hale.

How is it possible that I miss her? I was inside her less than eight hours ago.

“So are ya in or not?” he asks.

“In on what?”

“In on the sweepstake. Jesus Christ, have you not listened to a damn word I’ve been sayin’?” He laughs at me.

“Sorry, Miles, I got a lot on my mind. What’s the sweepstake for?”

Jamie Sullivan walks through the door before Miles can give me an answer, and when his head gestures toward the back room, I abandon Miles so I can find out what he came here for.

“I’m taking it you didn’t come here for a drink,” I snigger at him after he’s closed the door behind him.

“No, I came here because we need to talk.”

“Got somethin’ for me, boss?” I hope the answer is yes, a job right now would be just the kinda distraction I need.

“I guess that depends how you look at it. Sawyer, I got some serious concerns.”

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