“That’s it, Katie. Come for me.” He started to work a finger into my channel, barely letting me come down from my orgasm before he pushed me right back up again. My second release was more powerful than the first, and my body was still shuddering when Sawyer got to his knees. He shoved his boxer briefs down his legs, his thick cock bobbing with excitement, a drop of pre-come glistening at the tip.
I licked my lip, wondering what it would taste like. But my curiosity would have to wait for another time because he quickly covered my body and notched his hard length at my entrance. His blue eyes were filled with so much passion and so much need. And it was all for me. “You ready to be claimed by my cock, baby?”
“Yes. Please, yes.” I lifted my knees to cradle his hips between them and stroked my palms down his back, my nails digging into his taut flesh to urge him on.
He inched his way into my wet heat, going slow because my muscles clamped down on him. I was expecting it to hurt more, but I didn’t feel any pain until he pulled his hips back only to thrust inside without any warning. Anchoring himself deep, he stilled. “Shit. Fuck. Sorry, baby.”
I offered him a weak smile as I breathed through the pain. “It’s not your fault it hurts.”
“I know, but I hate the idea that I’m the reason you’re in pain.” He brushed his lips against my lips before kissing the tears from my cheeks.
I wiggled my hips and was relieved to feel a spark of pleasure. “I guess you have more to make up to me now, don’t you?”
“That I do, baby.” Gripping one of my knees, he lifted my leg higher and slipped deeper inside. Then he started moving in and out of me, slowly at first before gaining so much speed that he was practically drilling me into the mattress. I reveled in his lack of control, my body drawn taut as my headboard slammed against the wall.
At this angle, his dick kept stroking against my G-spot, and it wasn’t long before it felt as though fireworks went off in my body, and I was screaming his name again. Only this time, he came with me. “That’s it, baby, squeeze that tight pussy and make me come. Good girl. Fuck! Yes!”
My worst Valentine’s Day had turned into the best—all because my brother’s best friend who I was head over heels for also happened to be my secret admirer. And orgasms. Lots and lots of orgasms. Just like Sawyer had promised.
4
Sawyer
I brushed a few strands of hair back from Katie’s face and stared down at her sleeping peacefully in my arms. She was exhausted because I wore her out the night before, then we pretty much passed out.
Her face was serene in her sleep, and her pretty lips had the slightest curve of a smile. Damn, she was beautiful.
And so fucking passionate.
I’d never experienced anything so amazing as being inside my woman when I drove her to a screaming climax. I was definitely addicted now. I wasn’t sure how we were going to handle the next couple of months until she finished school.
Although her being busy with classes would give me the time I needed to finish her surprise. It was almost finished. Just some small touches remained.
The time would also be a good opportunity for Jesse to come to terms with our relationship before she was around all the time. I wasn’t sure how he would react, but we’d been best friends and business partners for long enough that if he didn’t know I would treat his sister right, he was just being a stubborn asshole who refused to see Katie as an adult.
He’d have to come to terms with it pretty quickly once she had my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly. I wasn’t sure how long she wanted to wait to have kids, but I would do whatever made her happy. However, I wasn’t willing to budge on one thing. The second the ink was dry on her diploma, she’d be signing a new name.
Katie stirred, and I dipped my head down to brush a kiss over her lips. “I hope you had a happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
“Mmm. It certainly was.”
I laughed, but when she stretched and winced, my amusement fled. “Dammit, I was too rough with you.”
She shook her head and laid a hand on my cheek. “It was perfect, Sawyer. Better than I dreamed.”
A smirk curled my lip, and my tone turned smug. “You dreamed about fucking me, baby?”
Katie sat up and raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you didn’t?”
I laughed again and sat up, pulling her into my lap. “Every. Damn. Day. It was torture.”