Page 81 of Knockin' Boats
Okay, that didn’t work.
“Eh, you’re right. This isn’t gonna work. Maybe I’ll just go see if Cash is interested in?—”
Wham.
I hit the side of the camper trailer with a metal clang. Sawyer’s mouth came down on mine hard.
Fuck yes. That worked just fine.
Sawyer grabbed my jaw, forcing my mouth open for his thrusting tongue. I’d never been kissed like that before, but holy shit, I was on board. He didn’t just kiss me, he devoured my lips and tongue.
I was a slut for it, too. Panting and moaning under the onslaught.
He pulled back a fraction and grinned smugly. “Not much of a fight now, is it?”
“Oh, you want a fight?” I teased.
With a twist of my body, I flipped our positions and pinned Sawyer. He scowled, eyes narrowed with annoyance. But he was hard as fuck in his shorts, and there was no mistaking the lust written all over his face.
“Let’s take this inside,” I said.
“What if I don’t want you in my place?”
“Then your neighbors are gonna get a show,” I said. “Because I’m not leaving until we both come.”
He hesitated, and my heart skipped with the very real fear that Sawyer might change his mind. It was one thing to dry hump our way to orgasm in the heat of the moment.
But this was an intentional choice. Once we did this, there was no pretending it was just adrenaline-fueled lust. Or just a way of cooling tempers.
I leaned in, brushing a soft kiss over his lips. One that wasn’t about fight, but about something softer that he might not be ready to handle.
I knew where I stood. My obsession with Sawyer started long before I could give it a name. He was my best friend, and I loved him with my whole heart. Maybe more than was normal or healthy.
And when he was gone, he was my void.
His absence ached like a missing limb. Like part of me was just…gone.
I did all kinds of shitty things to fill the void. I drank too much. I hooked up with his ex-girlfriend. I tried to getcloserto him, but he was always just out of reach.
Now, he was righthere,and I’d be damned if he sent me on my way.
I dropped to my knees and put my mouth over his clothed cock.
“Fuck, Ash,” he growled.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me up. I braced for the inevitable rejection. He shoved me toward the steps instead.
“Get your ass inside then.”
“About fucking time you asked.”
I ran up the steps, Sawyer shoving me from behind.
The camper was tiny, and I banged my hip into a foldout table as Sawyer spun me back toward him.
He swallowed my yelp of pain with a ravenous kiss. Then walked me backward toward his bed.
We fell in a tangle, and my breath whooshed out of me.
