Be With Me(89)

Uncertainty flickered in his eyes. “He wasn’t wrong,” he said quietly. “I had no right to treat you like that, Reggie. Like some cheap lay out for kinky thril s.”

She dropped her hand from his face, crossed her arms over her chest and adopted a look of outrage.

“Did you just f**king cal me a cheap lay?” He swore again. His jaw was wound so tight he was going to break his teeth. “You know goddamn wel that’s not what I was saying!”

She smirked up at him, knowing she was about to push him right over the edge. Something had to give.

Might as wel be his tight ass.

“So you’re saying that me wanting kinky thril s doesn’t make me a cheap lay?”

He growled and threw his hands up. “I swear to God, if I didn’t already shave my head, I’d be a bald motherf*cker. You’re going to drive me to drink.”

“The feeling is entirely mutual,” she said sweetly.

“Are you just trying to piss me off?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He gaped at her.

“Talk to me, Sawyer,” she said, dropping the sneer, the arguing and everything else. “I won’t let you run from this. Sound familiar? You had no qualms about pinning my ass down. The tables are turned now. I quit running, and now you’re damn sure not going to tuck tail on me.”

He stared at her for a long moment, his blue eyes burning holes through her. “God save me from stubborn women,” he muttered. “There’s nothing to talk about, Reggie. It’s over with.”

She shook her head. “I saw you, Sawyer. I saw that look on your face. I know you better than anyone.

Don’t tel me I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do,” he said softly. “Better than anyone.

You love me better than anyone, and that’s why I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

A low scream of frustration tore from her lips. He flinched away and looked at her in surprise.

“How is you having sex with me hurting me? How?

God, that doesn’t even make sense. You think I don’t have kinky fantasies? Granted they’ve never real y centered around you tying me up and smacking my ass, but you know, I just might come around on those points. What’s so terrible about you? That you don’t murmur little sweet lovey words while you’re stuffing that big c**k into my ass?”

His eyes widened in shock at her crudity. He opened his mouth but nothing came out, and she plunged ahead, unwil ing to let him interrupt her tirade. Not when she was just getting warmed up.

“Or maybe it’s that you f**ked my ass? Do you think you’re the first to do that, Sawyer? Here’s a clue. You weren’t. I’ve been around the block a time or two. Certainly more than Cam or Hutch, it would appear. Now according to your self-imposed criteria, that fact makes me completely unsuitable. In fact, I should lock myself away from the three of you and live the rest of my life in celibacy.”

“Jesus Christ. Shut the hel up, Reggie.”

“Sounds stupid when I say it, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t give a shit how many guys you’ve been with in the past,” he said. “Al I care about is how many it’s going to be from now on.”

“And I don’t care about the women in your past,” she said gently. “I don’t care that you’re rough and unpolished or that you don’t whisper sweet nothings in my ear while you’re f**king me. If it makes you feel any better, I’l have Cam do the whispering while you f**k me.”

A low growl rippled out of his throat. “I don’t need Cam to do my talking for me.”

“Good. That’s settled then. You and I can make love without anyone else’s help. I feel so much better now.”

“You are such a miserable smart-ass,” he said, sending his eyes rol ing upward.

“But you love me anyway.”

He sighed morosely and gave her a forlorn look, the look of a man solidly defeated. “I do love you, Reggie. More than you’l ever know. More than I’ve ever loved anyone else.”

“And I love you,” she said softly. “Now take me upstairs and f**k me, you big goof.”

Chapter 32

Regina looked up at Sawyer as she waited for him to react. After a brief flicker of indecision crossed his face, he seemed to come to grips with his uncertainty and another gleam lightened his eyes. A pure predatory gleam. One that made her shiver.

“I kinda like that he-man act of you throwing me over your shoulder,” she said casual y.

“Is that an invitation?” he asked huskily. The deep timbre of his voice washed over her skin, warm and mel ow.

She grinned cheekily up at him. “I’d say it was a demand, but you might refuse on principle.”

“Feel free to make those kinds of demands anytime you want.”

Before she could say another word, he lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder as easily as if she were a five-pound bag of sugar.

She giggled like an idiot the entire way up the stairs, which earned her a smack on the ass and an admonishment not to wake the rest of the house. As if they could have slept through one of her and Sawyer’s rows.

He carried her into his bedroom and tossed her on the bed. He reached down to pul his shirt off and tossed it across the room. The sheer sexiness of watching a stacked man undress wasn’t lost on her.