Page 15 of Sofa King Devotion

“Sure they were.” She pats me on the back and giggles again.

“Well, I blame your magical pussy juices. Did you make a deal with a wizard in an enchanted forest or something?”

Now she’s fully laughing, and I lean back so I can see it. There’s joy in her eyes and something else. Something that looks like love. Now that I’ve finally got her right where I want her, I’m not about to say that out loud and scare her off.

“Come on,” I say as I pull the front of her shirt down and fix her overalls. “Let’s sneak out the back so the Stitches don’t see us.”

Chapter Eleven

LANE

“You’re the worst at sneaking around,” I tell Sawyer as we make our way toward his truck. He’s got his arm around my shoulder, holding me close, and it feels right being tucked into his side this way.

A few people are still making hoots and hollers behind us. They are all teasing, but that doesn’t stop me from blushing head to toe. I don’t think they know what we did in that back room, but they sure have an idea of what we’re about to do.

“I suppose so.” Sawyer runs his fingers through his unruly hair. I’m keeping the hat, and he hasn’t asked for it back.

Sawyer towers over most people, and he’s well-liked by everyone in town. Sure, I know everyone too, but I can pass most with a smile or nod. With Sawyer, people are eager to pause and engage in conversation. We only made it a couple of feet out of the room before people were trying to talk to us.

It often surprises me that he remembers details about everyone when he asks how they are doing. That makes him very popular with not only the ladies but the men too. Previously, I believe I was overly focused on him interacting with other women, but he truly treats everyone the same except for me. Why hadn't I realized that until now? Liv loves to tell me that I live in my head far too much.

Sawyer opens the driver’s side door to his truck and motions for me to get in.

"Am I driving?"

"Nope, but you're sitting right next to me." I glance inside the truck, which I've been in before, and realize it does have a full bench seat.

"I didn't think they made trucks this way anymore," I say as I climb in.

Sawyer's truck is shiny and new. He's always done well for himself, not only because he was the best on the rodeo circuit but because of his family's farm. They also enjoy a comfortable lifestyle since they’ve kind of retired. His parents travel around in an RV they got a few years ago, so I don't see them often. To be fair, I usually avoid them. His mom, mainly.

"Had a hard time finding one. Only a few still do. I had to look everywhere for it."

"You wanted a bench seat?" I eye him suspiciously as he gets in beside me.

"Well, this girl once told me how sweet it was when she saw couples sitting together in a truck."

"I said that?" It’s sweet in a corny way, but I do love it.

"I think we were ten." He grins at me, showing off his dimples.

"And you remember that?"

"I remember everything with you, kitten." He fires up his truck and rests his hand on my thigh as we drive.

"I'm sorry," I say after a quiet moment, and I feel his hand squeeze me gently.

"Don't be. I'm starting to realize I’ve been a dumbass."

"I could have told you that you were a dumbass a long time ago," I tease, unable to help myself. I suppose it’s a habit with him, or maybe this is our way of flirting.

"Um, I think you have a time or two." I snort a laugh because he’s not wrong. "You were pissed about other girls."

I nod because I can't really deny it. Not anymore. "It's terrible," I admit. It was only because I would hear people talking crap, and everyone knows how rodeos can be.

"It's not. Like I said, a lot of things have been clicking for me today.” He glances over at me before grinning. “Besides, anytime I found out some fucker had eyes on you, we had words."

"What?"

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