706 Sugarbush Lane by Penelope Wylde

Chapter 6

Trinity

Sawyer Becker kissed me until we both forgot to breathe. He pulled every ounce of air from my lungs. And the feel of his hard dick pressing between my legs had me creaming my panties. The thought of him taking me right here, against the door of the Sugarbush Stand barely had time to lodge itself in my brain before all ability to think fled. All my fears came true in an instant and I knew I’d do anything to have Sawyer’s mouth on mine forever. His body claiming mine.

Sawyer didn’t seem to object to the idea either. He was in no hurry to end the kiss. His mouth devoured mine, his tongue urging my lips to part.

I couldn’t help myself. I obliged him. I opened my mouth to him and his tongue dipped inside to tease and taste me. Without thought, I lifted my hands to his shoulders, bracing myself. Tentatively, I slid my tongue forward to meet his. Tasting him like I’ve dreamed about for years, I couldn’t keep from moaning into his mouth.

As if the sound set off something inside him, Sawyer kissed me harder, his body pushing mine into the door. He cupped my ass, lifting me higher, urging my legs around his waist. I did as he wanted and felt his erection prodding me through my jeans, creating delicious friction in my most private spot.

Sawyer ripped his mouth from mine and I almost whined at the loss. He continued to press kisses along my jaw and up until he reached my ear.

“You’re mine, Trinity. You always have been. Years of standing back and watching are over.” His voice came out as a deep, possessive growl.

I knew I should protest his words, fight the feelings rising up in me, and push him away.

But I couldn’t do it.

Instead I titled my head, giving his mouth, tongue, and nipping teeth better access to my neck.

He kept one hand under my ass, bracing my body against his much larger one. The other moved up, sliding up my front and without warning, right underneath the hem of my T-shirt onto the bare skin of my belly.

I instantly melted into him. The touch of his callused hand against my naked skin grew electric and flipped a switch, setting every nerve ending in my body on high alert. My hips bucked against him as I rubbed myself against his hard cock.

A sizzling tingle sent waves of pleasure through my body at the same time as I felt a surge of hot girl-cum spill between my thighs.

I’d had my share of self-induced orgasms over the years. But nothing—and I mean nothing—prepared me for the feelings shooting through my body as Sawyer’s hands and mouth traveled over my skin.

“Sawyer.” His name escaped me with a moan.

“What do you need, baby?”

I swallow the lump in my throat as my breath caught. His rough baritone voice is like pure dark chocolate over my senses. “You, I need you. Just you.”

His name became a chant. I didn’t know if I said it out loud or if it was all in my head, but my hips started to rock, jerking and bucking against his hard length.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need from me.” He moved his hand up to cup my breast over my bra, dipping his thumb inside to flick over my hard, greedy nipple.

The hard bud pulled into a tight peak at his touch and my breath came in harsh pants.

He slid a hand over my belly and popped the button to my jeans. The hiss of my zipper dragging down was such sweet relief, but not nearly as good a feeling as when his strong fingers found my clit.

“Damn, you’re so wet and ready.”

He swirled the tip of his thumb around my throbbing bud, once twice.

“Sawyer,” I groaned into his neck as he held me to him. Our heat mingled, grew.

I bucked my hips needing more and he didn’t hold back.

“I’ve got you, Trinity. Trust me.”

A finger slipped into my pussy and the second I felt another push into my tight channel I rode him until my eyes slammed closed and my body took over.

He kissed his way down my jaw and bit down on the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck. Before I could brace myself for the overheated explosion, my orgasm washed over me in white-hot waves. My pussy clenched around his fingers and pulsated with my release.

I continued to move my hips against him as the feelings pulsed through me. Sawyer’s arms gripped me tightly, offering me a haven to ride out my pleasure.

When the last aftershock passed through me, I opened my eyes, not even really knowing when I’d closed them. My gaze immediately met Sawyer’s powerful one. And while I might have just found the ultimate pleasure, his expression made it more than clear that he had not.

The skin over his sharp cheekbones was tight, his mouth a firm slash, his lips pressed together as if he held onto his control by a thread. His dark eyes blazed down into mine and I shivered.

This was the man who caught my heart back when I had no idea what love or lust was. Mysterious, broody and possessive. The latter part I’m just beginning to see, and appreciate.

He moved his head down, his lips seeking mine once more. My eyes fell closed and I tilted my head, more than ready and willing to start building the pleasure again.

A clatter of pans followed by a shout broke through my bubble of pleasure. The darkest part of me almost didn’t care. But Wilde Ridge, the gossip I’m always running from, and the reality my girl-cum still coated Sawyer's fingers worked like a bucket of cold water.

“Sawyer. We can’t. Not here. Like this.”

He chuckled “I know, sweetheart. Believe me, I don’t want to stop. But I agree. First times shouldn’t be like this. Not in a storage room in the back of a hot cocoa stand. A few good thrusts and it might all fall down around us.”

He slowly slid me down his body, pulling my legs from around his waist and easing me back down to the floor.

Even with my four-inch heels I only came to just beneath his chin. Not many men made me feel petite but this man...phew. He made me feel things I shouldn’t want. Not if I want to get to Syn City.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and I watched—my own hinged open—as he sucked my juices off his fingers one at a time, his dark, gorgeous eyes never leaving mine.

God that was sexy.

“Best breakfast I’ve ever tasted,” he groaned.

Done with his show he reached forward and helped me right my jeans and shirt.

I looked around as it sank in that I’d all but thrown myself at Sawyer while I was in the middle of my workday. God. Did this make me just like my mother?

But before I could delve too deeply into that humiliating thought, something else occurred to me. “If you knew this was my first time, why did you get so mad when Birdie called me a slut last night?”

It was Sawyer’s turn to be shocked, and if I wasn’t staring at him as intently as I was, I would have missed the slight widening of his eyes and the small breath he exhaled. His gaze searched mine.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked.

I pressed my lips together. Crap, crap, crap. That wasn’t what he’d meant. I turned my face to the side and refused to answer his question.

“Trinity.” His voice was warm, demanding.

I hid the only way I could, considering our positions. I buried my burning face in his neck, his arms coming around me like we’ve stood like this millions of times over the years.

His warm chuckle washed over me and my body stiffened. Could this get any more embarrassing?

“Look at me.” He slid a hand along my face and down to cup my jaw. He used his hold to tip my head back, his thumb gently caressing my cheek.

I forced myself to do as he asked. I looked at him, and the expression he wore stole my breath away.

“You haven’t been with anyone else?” He spoke gently, but demanded an answer.

I shrugged. “No, I haven’t...been with anyone.” I left off the “else” part. The fact I just came apart in the arms of a man fifteen years older than me with a past I knew next to nothing about and now had to admit to my lack of experience with men was humiliating enough without implying I intended to be with him.

A look so indescribably possessive broke like a wave over his face. For a second he looked so fierce, I would have been afraid if his eyes hadn’t remained so warm and his touch so gentle.

“We need to go, Trinity. Right fucking now.”

And before I could say another word, Sawyer was back to tugging on my hand. He dragged me out front where I’m sure all my customers got an eyeful of my disheveled hair and rumpled T-shirt.

Just great.

“Mac, take care of breakfast, will ya?” Sawyer called out. Without waiting for a response, he kept us moving through the restaurant toward the door. “Pete, sorry buddy, but Trinity quits. Effective immediately.”

And that’s how I found myself standing outside on Sugarbush Lane in front of Sugarbush Hot Cocoa Stand, no jacket, still in my apron, and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.