Be With Me(91)

She sighed in contentment as he rocked between her legs. He’d lied when he said he knew nothing about slow, sensual lovemaking. She’d never felt more loved or cherished than in this moment. The idea that this warrior, this big-ass man with bulging muscles and hands larger than her head could love her so tenderly brought tears to her eyes.

Yes, he’d lied. He knew exactly how to give her sweet lovemaking.

He rested inside her, his eyes closed as shudders rol ed over his body. There was peace on his face.

Pleasure and contentment.

Then he began to move again, rol ing forward like the tide. Deeper he sank. With each thrust, he reached further into her body. And her soul.

“Wrap your legs around me, honey. Hold me tight.” She slid her heels up the back of his legs before crossing them at the smal of his back. She pulled her lower body upward to meet his every thrust.

A smal pinch settled deep in her pu**y, one that grew bigger, tighter, expanding until she writhed with edgy need. That need grew, larger with each passing second. It pooled in her groin and radiated outward in a hundred different directions.

He final y let go of her wrists and slid both of his hands down her body to cup her ass. His fingers splayed out over the cheeks as he palmed her behind. Cupping her to him, he rode her, his body meshing with hers like the missing piece to a puzzle.

Faster, harder. Higher they flew. Soft then hard.

Gentle then strong. Slow then quick.

She took a running leap, diving for the edge of the cliff. Over she fel , spreading her arms wide as she entered her free fal . Arms outstretched, eyes closed, the wind in her face. And then she flew. Soaring and dipping, she chased the wind.

And through it al , he held her. Those words he swore he didn’t know were whispered in her ear. His love. It wrapped around every part of her body, fil ing her, surrounding her.

Love.

“I love you,” she whispered as he shuddered against her.

“I love you,” he answered hoarsely. “I’m so sorry, Reggie. I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t mean the world to me.”

She smiled as he came to rest on top of her. “I’ve never doubted that I mean a lot to you.” His head rested on her shoulder, his face pressed against her neck. She curled her arms around him, holding him there. They were stil joined, and the intimacy of their embrace was something Regina would carry with her forever.

Chapter 33

Sawyer eased out of bed the next morning, careful not to wake Reggie. She was al curled up, dead to the world, and he couldn’t help the smile that eased the strain at his forehead.

He reached down to touch the curls that spil ed across her cheek. Beautiful. She was so beautiful.

His need for her went far beyond the physical. He’d found physical release in a lot of places over the years, but he’d never found anyone who soothed the ache in his chest like Reggie. He never would.

No, he wasn’t good enough for her. Never would be. But for some reason, that didn’t matter to her. For al his faults, she stil claimed to love him. And want him.

Something happened when he was around her.

She always managed to find his cracks, slip inside him and worm her way into his heart. She’d inserted herself so deep that he had no desire for her to ever find her way out again.

Despite the fact that he had to share her with two other men, men who loved her, she stil managed to make him feel like he was the only man in the world.

Discomfort settled into his chest when he thought of Hutch. He turned away, knowing that what had happened would have to be settled. It wasn’t a confrontation he relished, but for Reggie, he’d do anything.

Reluctantly he left her sleeping. He took a quick shower and headed downstairs. Hutch was in the kitchen as he’d expected.

When he walked in, Hutch looked up, and Sawyer could see the guarded look in his eyes. The silence made Sawyer uncomfortable, and he slid onto a bar stool and tried to act casual.

For a while, only the bang of pots and pans echoed through the kitchen. Hutch set out the ingredients for pancakes without looking back at Sawyer.

“Look man, let’s just forget it happened,” Sawyer final y said.

Hutch stopped stirring the batter but didn’t look up right away. He slowly let the spoon fal against the bowl, and when he final y did look at Sawyer, there was a lot of regret in his expression.

“I was wrong,” Hutch said simply. “I was an ass**le, and neither you nor Reggie deserved it.”

“Okay, we’re good then,” Sawyer said, eager to get on to other things.

Hutch sighed and frowned. “No, this needs to be said. What happened had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. You pushed some buttons, but it has to do with issues I had with my old man. I freaked out on you, and the thing is, I know you’d never hurt Reggie. I know that. And I need for you to know that. I owe you an apology, but more than that, I owe you more respect than I gave you.” Sawyer shifted uncomfortably on the stool. “I got you. We’re cool.”

Hutch relaxed and resumed stirring the batter. “You iron everything out with Reggie, or did I f**k things up between you?”

“She set me straight,” Sawyer muttered. “We’re fine.”

Hutch grinned. “Yeah, she decked me.” Sawyer jerked his head up. “For real?” Hutch rubbed his gut with his free hand. “Yeah. The heifer packs a mean punch.”