Page 36 of The Inevitable Us

I glance at the roll on the floor that I’ve looked forward to since Rosalie texted a picture of them baking earlier today with a pang of guilt. She’d texted pictures of it earlier, showing off her handiwork. It had taken half the day to bake the bread.

My eyes go back to my woman, standing with her hands crossed over her body again. Her green eyes are shining with anger back at me. I’m not apologizing for what happened in the hallway.

I lift a cocky eyebrow back at her. “How long has he been sniffing around you?”

She stretches her backbone to its full length and stares at me in flat-lipped silence. “You ... .are incredible. You know that?” she bites out.

I give her a shrug. “What? Am I supposed to just let him walk inside? No, you’re my woman. Not how that works.”

She slowly blinks at me, one hand on her hip. “I’m… I’m your woman? What does that mean exactly?” she bites out bitterly. “You push me away when I throw myself at you, then as soon as I give up and start my life again, you come charging in andbreaking inwhenever you want. Then you sneak into bed with me. You don’t make love to me. You literallysleepwith me. Then tonight, you don’t show up when you’re supposed to. So, Sawyer, please tell me, what does that mean exactly?”

This is when a different man would back off and let cooler heads prevail. I am not that man.

I stomp over to where she’s turned away from me, moving into the living room with the flowers arranged in the mason jar.

When I reach for her, I pause a step away. I won’t touch her while I’m angry. Dad never reacts to Mom physically in anger, and I won’t touch Rosalie while I’m upset. Instead, I count to three and watch as her temper cools and her anger turns to tears. That’s all it takes for my anger to turn to vapor.

I should have just left. The guy I met tonight owns a small venue where big names have been known to stop by from time to time to try out a new song live or to do small private surprise shows. They needed extra bodyguards on the premises as doormen and for crowd control. I was very familiar with the venue from my time with Ethan. I’d had to stay forever at the pub to convince the guy he needed double the manpower he’s requesting. The contract with him put me very firmly in the black every month. But Rosalie didn’t know any of this and had been left waiting for me.

“I shouldn’t have made you wait like that,” I confess.

“You could have called from the bar’s landline,” she throws out.Ouch.I’d left my charging cord and small battery charger that I keep with me on my dresser at the ranch. I’m never normally so distracted, but the last few days….

“I’m sorry, Baby Girl,” I answer softly. Taking a step forward, my hand captures the small of her waist, pulling her back to my front. The other goes up to her top, cupping her breast. “What does it mean when I say you’re my woman? It means you’re mine. Every bit of you. Your smile, your curves, your scent. It’sall mine.”

I brush the hair back and bury my nose into her neck, inhaling her scent. She starts to breathe rapidly when the arm around her waist goes to the elastic of her yoga pants and slides into her panties. I draw her body flush against me, hard against my growing erection. “Even your pleasure,” I whisper into her ear.

I slide one finger into her, testing her wetness, rubbing her clit with my thumb. I kiss the crook of her neck, then gently suck, deliberately leaving my mark on her as she starts to buck against me, rubbing her ass into my erection. She turns her head to the side to look at me, and I brush my lips against hers, savoring her taste as my tongue teases hers to open.

Her skin flushes, and her breathing becomes erratic as she grinds down on my fingers. Her walls clamp down when I press my thumb down harder on her clit, wanting her orgasm. Needing it.

Her breathing becomes more erratic, and her stomach muscles tighten. “Sawyer, please,” she begs as she chases her orgasm on my fingers.

I trail my nose down her neck, and she groans in pleasure. “Come, Baby Girl.” Her hands loop back around my neck as she peaks, her core clamping down against my fingers, and I feel the wetness pooling. When the last tension leaves her body, I remove my hand to find it glistening with her wetness.

My balls are tight, aching to be inside of her. “Upstairs, Rosalie,” I rasp out thickly against her shoulder. Walking up the stairs is going to be painful.

She stares at me, blinking for a moment, but she nods and does as she’s told for once in her life. She pauses halfway up the stairs and looks back down at me before running up the rest of the way on hurried feet while I move to the door to lock it and make sure the oven is off. Flicking off the downstairs lights, I bound up the stairs to the bed.

This isn’t how I’d planned this, but this is how it’s happening.

She’s standing in the room by the bed, biting her thumbnail, waiting for me.

“On the bed, Baby Girl,” I command with a smile.

She looks back at the bed, then back at me, as if uncomfortable. I know she wants this. It has to just be the anxiety of her first sexual experience.

I walk over to her wanting to put her at ease. She’s on the bed now, her feet on the floor, so I kneel down on one knee and remove her top. She starts to try to cover her peaked nipples with her folded arms, but I pull down the cup of her bra and claim each nipple in my mouth one by one, slowly licking and sucking until she’s moaning again. I pick her up, move her to the center of the bed and pull down her yoga pants. Her panties are ruined, soaking wet when I remove them and toss them into a neat pile by the bed.

She’s covering her body as if she’s cold, so I pull down the bed sheets and cover her up while I walk over to her dresser and remove my watch and undress, leaving my clothes folded neatly on the vanity stool. I see her swallow and bite her lip at the size of my cock. “It’s ok. We’ll go slow to make it easier on you.”

My eyes stay with hers as I walk back to her, spreading her legs to lay between them under the sheets. I lay my hard cock directly on her slit, the precum dripping from the tip. “Are you going to..” she asks nervously.

I chuckle deep in my throat. “Baby Girl, I’m going toeverything.“ I capture one of her nipples in my mouth then move to the other breast. She runs her fingers through my hair.

“Sawyer, please,” she moans before her breath catches with a swirl of my tongue. Lips trail down to her stomach before spreading her legs open for me. I kiss a trail from her calf to the apex of her thighs before licking her nub with my tongue in tiny slow circles. She bucks against me; her pussy tightens as her orgasm approaches again.

I move to line up my cock to her opening and slowly begin to nudge my way inside her, fingering her clit to ease the way. Once I feel the resistance of her innocence against my cock, I increase the rhythm of my finger. My heart beats a fast rhythm as her toes curl as she orgasms. I push into her to the hilt, hoping to dull the pain with her pleasure, finally making Rosaliemine. Her body jerks at the invasion, and I still, giving her a moment to adjust to my girth. “You ok, Baby Girl? You feel so fucking tight.”

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