Page 22 of Sofa King Devotion

"Wait, what?" I sputter my response and stare up at him.

"Leave your legs like that,” he says and checks his watch. “For five minutes."

"Seriously?" I laugh, but I can tell from Sawyer's expression he is not joking.

"Get up before then and I'll spank your ass, kitten." He presses a quick kiss to my lips, then he gets off the bed. "I'll start breakfast."

I watch him grab his boxers off the floor before disappearing through the bedroom door. I'm not sure if we're being reckless or if this is inevitable. We're going to have kids one day, so what does it matter? I don't get a chance to think it over too much more before Sawyer is returning to the bedroom.

Sawyer pauses mid-step, his eyes raking over every inch of me. He grabs a throw blanket and tosses it over me. “I can’t think if you’re naked.” I snort a laugh. “My foreman told me that the barn door in the east field broke open, and a few of the horses got out.”

“Oh.” I start to sit up, but he’s already shaking his head.

“It hasn’t been five minutes.” He narrows his eyes at me.

“Okay.” I drop down onto the bed. “You don’t need help or something?”

“No, I’m going to run out and help wrangle them back.” He steps into his closet.

“I can come with you,” I offer.

“I’ll be quick.” He comes back out in jeans and a black shirt with boots on. The man doesn’t have to try to be sexy. It’s who he is, and it’s only made hotter by the fact that he’s not trying to be.

“How many more minutes do I have to lie here?” I’m joking, but clearly he’s not.

“Two.” Sawyer leans over me, and I can see he’s torn between needing to go and wanting to stay. "As soon as I get back, I'll make breakfast."

"I can make it."

"The house is yours to do whatever you wish." He checks the time. "After one more minute." Sawyer kisses me while I’m laughing, then rushes out the door.

I lie there for more than a few minutes thinking about all that has happened. I really need to talk to my sister, but I don't think she’ll be too shocked about Sawyer and me. She has always made small comments about us ending up together at some point.

When I can’t lie in the bed any longer, I wrap the blanket around me and make my way to the bathroom. I'm not used to walking around naked, which I'm thankful for, because when I exit the bathroom, my eyes lock with Sawyer's mom. She’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom, holding my overalls.

"Lane." My name comes out like an accusation.

"Um, hey," I say and hold out my hand. "Mind if I get those from you?" I forgot I lost them in the kitchen.

Katey tosses them onto the bed before turning and closing the door behind her.

"Oh my god!" I faceplant into the bed and try not to die of embarrassment. His mom already has an issue with me, and now she has busted me practically naked in Sawyer's home.

Thankfully, the rest of my clothes are in here, and I reluctantly get dressed. Once I’m decent, I go in search of a phone, wanting to call Liv and tell her to be on standby to pick me up. I have no clue how this is going to go when I exit this bedroom. Nor do I know when Sawyer is going to be back.

My bag must still be in Sawyer’s truck because I can’t find my phone. He likely took his with him, but I do, however, find his wallet on the floor next to the nightstand. When I pick it up, it flops open, and I see there are pictures of me inside. I didn’t know people still carried pictures in their wallets, and it’s so freaking sweet.

They’re not all recent pictures, either. There are candid ones I never knew were taken, and strangely, it makes me love creepy Sawyer. There’s something sticking out at the corner of an insert, and when I pull on it, my mouth drops open. There are two condoms, and I know exactly where they came from. These are the same ones we got in health class when he stole mine. He still has them, but it must be for sentimental reasons. Number one, they are long expired, and number two, he made it clear we don’t have a need for them.

I place his wallet back on the nightstand, knowing I have to go face his mom. I’m praying she left, but I should know better. Katey has never shied away from speaking her mind, and clearly she wants to talk with me.

“You’re here,” Katey says the second I step into the kitchen. She’s leaning against the island with a cup of coffee next to her.

“I’m here,” I echo and shift on my feet. “Sawyer had to run out. Something about some horses getting loose. He should be back anytime.”

“I know,” she says. “I was the one that released them.”

Well, shit.

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