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Part of me kept saying I should take it slow, be cautious, not scare him off. The other part of me said, “Don’t fucking let him get away. Rain love and attention on him so he knows you’re into him for the long haul.”
With Fitz, I really thought I could be.
Once I finished my shower, I walked into my bedroom to find Fitz sitting against the headboard with his mile-long legs stretched out in front of him, his feet covered in navy socks with gold toes and his boots on the floor by the bed.
“You take a little cream in your coffee, right?” He held up a mug of energy fixed exactly the way I liked it.
“How the hell did you know?” I couldn’t remember ever drinking coffee in front of him.
“Your guard dog who walked me to the door mentioned it.” He winked at me, and I nearly melted as I dropped the towel around my waist.
I wanted to straddle him, kiss him, and let him know he’d never be neglected by me. He’d be loved and cherished for the rest of our lives.
Chapter Nineteen
Fitz
After Sawyer dressed, taking away the temptation to have his cock in my mouth, we headed to the kitchen. I grabbed two paper plates, placing two donuts on his and two on mine.
“You like living here?” I asked before I took a bite of the delicious dough-and-sugar circle in front of me.
Sawyer glanced around before he spoke. “I need to do some work here. For some reason, I’ve been hesitant to make any changes in the house. My grandparents lived here and raised my dad and my aunt Janice in two bedrooms. I’m not sure how the fuck that worked, but then I grew up here, so it feels like I shouldn’t make any changes. When I step down as president of the club, it’ll be the next president’s residence.”
“So, you’re not going to continue to be the president until you’re old and gray?” I reached up and brushed my hand through my salt-and-pepper hair, as if to draw his attention to the idea because it was inevitable. Time stood still for no one, but did our age difference matter to him?
From what I could guess, Sawyer was in his mid-thirties, at least fifteen years younger than me. Was I the old fart who would be too boring for the sexy guy sitting across the table from me munching on a glazed donut.
Sawyer had so much life yet to live. Was I an old fool by thinking I had a shot with him? Was I too set in my ways that I couldn’t change? Was it too late for me to have a younger lover and keep him satisfied so he didn’t leave me behind?
“Oh, come on. You’re sexy as fuck, and I’m lucky you give me any attention at all. Now, let’s get something straight. I don’t want you to see anyone else, Fitz. I think if we give this a chance, we’ll find we have a lot in common. I don’t mean to be a prick, but I’m selfish. If you don’t want it to be just the two of us, please tell me.”
Sawyer wound his long hair around his wrist before he pulled an elastic from his pocket and twisted his hair on top of his head. His beautiful grassy-green eyes seemed to stare into my soul.
I cleared my throat, letting his words soak into me. Finally, I nodded. “I expect the same, Sawyer. I think… I wanna see where this goes. There’s something here that I’ve been lookin’—”
The sexy man stood, took two steps closer, and pulled me out of my seat and into his arms. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard in a long time. Yes, Fitz. I want that, too.”
Our lips met, and my heart floated out of my chest and into Sawyer’s, where it would remain for the rest of my life. It was the most remarkable feeling in the world.
“This looks a little shady.” That was the kindest thing I could say about the house I was staring at.
“Hey! This is where I grew up, well mostly.” The snap in TJ’s voice let me know I’d hit a nerve.
Hell, I was being honest, but as I stared at the small house, I wondered if there was anyone taking care of the old man. TJ had told us his grandfather was seventy-eight, and his caretaker was in her fifties. Surely, she could have hired someone to do some work outside the place.
“TJ, did you let your grandfather’s caretaker know we were coming?” I had a bad feeling. As I took in the quiet little bungalow, the hairs rose on the back of my neck.
“I left her a message that we were coming. She didn’t call back, but she’s loyal to my grandfather, Fitz.” His voice waivered, and his fingers headed to his mouth, which was a tell that he wasn’t sure about the woman.
“You two stay here. I’ll go knock on the door.” Sawyer unbuckled his seat belt, but I touched his arm to stop him.
“Do you have—” I held my thumb and finger out to imitate a gun. I didn’t give a fuck if he had a license or if his gun was legal. I didn’t want him ambushed, and in my gut, I was pretty sure that was what might happen.
He opened his leather jacket to show me the stock of a Glock 19 tucked into the inside pocket. “I’ll be fine.”
I reached over and pulled his shirt open to see he wasn’t wearing a Kevlar vest. I was.
“No. I’ll go.” I showed my vest to him under my shirt. “I’ll be fine. Stay here.”
