Sawyer: Awesome. How does forever sound?
Cole: Come on, Bible Thumper. You’re human, right? Don’t you have needs? Not necessarily for sex, since you don’t know what you’re missing. But you know…other stuff.
Sawyer: Awe. I appreciate your concern, but once again. I’m good.
Cole: Who?
Sawyer: Who what?
Cole: If your needs are being met, I deserve to know who the person meeting them is, goddammit.
Bianca’s words from Christian’s party a few weeks ago hits me like a brick to the head, but before I can ask, my phone lights up.
Sawyer: You’re talking to her.
If I wasn’t hard before…I definitely am now.
My cock twitches as visions of Sawyer playing with herself zip through my mind.
Fuck, I’m so horny I could rip the classroom door off its hinges.
Cole: Do you use anything?
Sawyer: Did you fall asleep during sex ed? I don’t need to use protection when I flick the bean.
I’m about to tell her that’s not what I meant, but her next text takes me by surprise.
Sawyer: But since you’re so concerned, I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen, so don’t worry your little heart about it.
Cole: I thought you were a virgin.
Sawyer: I am.
Cole: Then why are you on birth control?
Sawyer: Not that it’s any of your business, but I have terrible periods. Is there anything else you’d like to ask me? Blood type? DNA results? Perhaps my social security number?
Cole: Do you use your fingers or a vibrator?
My heart pounds in my chest. It feels like every ounce of blood in my body is rushing down south.
Hell, at this point she’d barely have to touch me.
Sawyer: That was rhetorical. Not an invitation, you perv.
Cole: I bet you’re so fucking tight.
Sawyer: Sorry. G2G. Unlike you, I actually like to pay attention to what’s going on in class.
I’m not letting her off so easy.
Cole: Fingers, I bet. But only one…because you’re still a good little girl saving herself for Jesus.
Sawyer: And I’ve officially checked out of this conversation.
I haven’t.
Cole: You probably wake up in the middle of the night with your hand inside your panties, feeling so wet and horny you could scream. Wishing someone was around to ease the ache. Someone who would lick and suck your little clit until you came all over his face.
She doesn’t respond, but it doesn’t stop me from sending my next text.
Cole: Last night you got me off.
Sawyer: I beg your fucking pardon, jackass. I did no such thing.
Cole: Ah, but you did. You were all I could think about as I jerked it. Those nice full lips stretched around my dick, sucking me deep and fast while I played with your big titties…right before I shot my load all over them.
Sawyer: I don’t even know how to respond to that.
Cole: It was so fucking good, Sawyer. So fucking hot. You were perfect.
Sawyer: You can stop now. I get the point.
Cole: No, you don’t.
Making sure no one’s looking, I angle my phone toward my lap and snap a picture of my dick swelling in my pants.
Then I press send.
Cole: That’s what you do to me.
Sawyer: Jesus. Aren’t you in class?
Cole: No.
Grabbing my textbook to conceal my erection, I spring out of my seat.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mr. Covington?” Mrs. Edwards scolds.
“Bathroom,” I call out over my shoulder.
The second I’m in the hallway, I take out my phone.
Cole: I’m in the girls’ locker room. Waiting for you.
She’ll be way less nervous if we do it there.
Plus, class just started so it will be empty for the next thirty-seven minutes.
Sawyer: You must be having another fantasy.
Cole: How about you put your money—or rather, my dick—where your mouth is and make it a reality, Church?
Sawyer: Wow, smooth. I’m not blowing you, Covington. Not that it’s any of your business…again. But I’ve never done that before and my first time doing that sure as hell won’t be in a locker room. Or with you.
We’ll see about the latter…a different time. For now, I have to ease in slowly.
She’s even more inexperienced than I thought.
Cole: Fine. Now that I know your limits, I won’t cross them…today. I just need something nice to look at while I jerk it.
Sawyer: There’s this neat thing called porn. You should try it sometime.
Cole: I don’t want to look at porn. Porn isn’t you.
Cole: I’ll make this real simple. Meet me here in five. If you don’t, I’ll never proposition you again. But if you do…
Sawyer: If I do…what?
I grin. She wouldn’t have asked if she wasn’t considering it.
Cole: Stop being a chicken shit and find out.
Chapter 39
Sawyer
I’m only going there so I can inform him to his face we will never hookup.
At least that’s what I tell myself as I excuse myself from class and amble toward the girls’ locker room.
I can’t believe I told him I’ve never blown anyone before.
It was almost as shocking as what his dirty words were doing to me.
And my panties.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I’m a smart girl, I know better than to fall for this. Again.
Yet, here I am…pondering what it would be like to take another bite of the apple.
Determination surges through me as I push open the door to the locker room.
I have every intention of putting a stop to this and outlining in step-by-step detail why this is a horrible idea…
But all the reasons disappear the second I see him.
Just like that day in the tattoo shop, he looks tortured…only this time, there’s not a drop of sadness in his eyes.
There’s just hunger.
Pure, raw, animalistic need pulsing through the body of a God…who’s headed straight for me.
A vulgar smile curves his mouth. “I knew you’d come.”
“I only came so I could—”
His mouth crashes against mine.
Oh, sweet Jesus. I have no idea what’s happening.
All I know is I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
It’s the kind of kiss that makes your knees go weak and puts your brain in a blender.
The kind of kiss you touch yourself to in the middle of the night while you think the dirtiest of thoughts.
The type of thoughts that make you pray extra hard in church the next morning.
It’s the kind of kiss that makes it clear there’s no point in putting up a fight…because I’ve already lost the battle between sinner and saint.
My mind spins as he grips my hips and pushes me against a set of lockers.
“Colton.”