Page 61 of The Inevitable Us

“What are you doing! Put me down! Sawyer!”

I pop her ass. “Jackson will be back soon and if he hears us, I’m going to be angry, Baby Girl,” I warn.

I bound up the stairs, taking them two at a time, anxious to get Rosalie to bed. She hits the bed and bounces, and after brushing the hair from her face, glares up at me. “What are you doing?”

I give her a leer in mock explanation. “We’re having a fight. Thought we could get to the fun, angry sex part first. Ya know, after you apologize.” Taking off my t-shirt in one swift move, I pounce on top of Rosalie, one leg on each side of her hips.

“What are you doing!” she demands, her body rigid under me.

I lean down and lick that spot on her neck that I know makes her wet. “Fucking you,” I say in explanation. What part ofgetting to the good part of the fightdoesn’t she understand?

She curls up against me. “You’re a dick, you know that?” she says before groaning. She unzips my pants, and her hands go into the front of my boxers, releasing my hard cock. I’ve shown her how to stroke me, which she’s trying to use to her full advantage to regain the high ground.

I chuckle at her and move over her.Nice try, Baby Girl. I pull up her sundress, exposing her breasts, and claim a nipple with my mouth. I circle each nipple tauntingly slowly until she bucks up against me. “Sawyer, please?”

“See, Baby Girl, isn’t this so much better than arguing?” I taunt.

Her eyes flare up in anger. “You’re such a son of a bitch!”

She pushes at my chest with both hands, so I gather her tiny wrists in one hand and hold them above her head. “Tut tut. No name-calling my poor sweet mother, Baby Girl.”

Leaning in, I kiss her bare belly to her panties and pull them down with one swift movement. She’s wet, wetter than she’s ever been this quickly for me. She truly is made just for me. I spread her legs and thrust deep inside of her. “You don’t get to tell me what to do…” Her protest is cut off with a loud groan of pleasure when I grind into her.

“I’ll tell you when I’m…” is broken off with a pop to her ass.

A few grinds and another pop to her ass later, Rosalie’s orgasming, her body flush against mine. I let go of her hands so I can feel her nails digging into my back as she whimpers out my name.

Once she’s limber from her orgasm, I flip her over, lift her up, my chest to her back, and fuck her while we’re on our knees, rocking my cock into her. It hits new spots inside of her, raking across her G-spot. She bucks forward, groaning in pleasure, and I have to hold her tight against me and reach across her leg to rub her clit. Moisture pools between us as I gently lick and suck her neck while rubbing and thrusting. “Are you going to tell me, Rosalie?” I grunt out.

Her walls tighten as she has a much stronger orgasm, clamping down on my dick hard. I drive ahead, chasing my own orgasm. When I come I hold her tight against me while we both regain our breaths.

She collapses against me, already half asleep, when I place her gently on her belly to sleep on her side. I get a wash rag to tidy up the mess between us, carefully cleaning her since I was rougher than I usually am with her. She doesn’t budge until I curl up next to her, my dick hardening again, ready for more of Rosalie.

She opens one eye and tells me, yawning, “I’ll tell you everything else. But you find out about our babies when I know for sure. A girl needs a minute, ok? And what if I want to do some cute t-shirt ‘I’m the big brother’ thing with Ranger?” She rolls over onto her side and puts the pillow under her head. “You’ll find out as soon as I know for sure. But not a second before.”

Chapter thirty

Rosalie

“That’sthelastofit,” Sawyer tells me as he stands back to ensure they’re evenly spaced.

We ate dinner at Cracker Barrel last night on our way home from the shooting range. While we’d waited forever for a table, we’d rocked outside in the cool weather holding hands.

“I want to be old and doing this with you,” I’d told Sawyer.

“We will be,” he’d said before leaning over and kissing me.

Today while I was working on the ranch, he’d bought the rocking chairs. I’d come home to find the matching set neatly arranged on the porch with a small wooden matching table between them. I told Sawyer that I’m keeping them forever. I love them more than I’d have loved flowers or chocolates.

I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him, and he leans down to meet my lips. “You make me happy,” I tell him.

His eyes smile. “You make me happy.” He sits down in his chair, tired from his day of work. We’re both exhausted. I took a full day shift from Kylie since she’d wanted to spend the day with her grandmother. The work is hard, caring for all of the animals, but I love it. Most of the animals are domesticated beyond belief and cuddly.

I hand Sawyer a glass of iced tea, and he pulls me into his lap in the rocking chair, wrapping his arms around me. We sit together for a moment, my legs across his as the breeze blows against our skin, sharing the glass of tea. I’m holding the shared glass to my lips and watch as a small convoy of black SUVs starts to drive down the driveway. I give Sawyer a confused look, which he returns with a headshake. “The Diva’s back,” Sawyer explains with a huff.

She’s been gone for three weeks instead of the expected two. With only a skeleton crew at the ranch, it was …quiet.

The first of the vehicles stops right in front of the cabin, and Laighton leaves the driver’s side and lets Taylee out. “Ros-a-lie, honey,” Taylee says as she approaches, her hands stretched out in greeting.

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