PULSE: A Stepbrother Romance (21 page)

“That’s right, baby,” I
whispered in her ear. “We’ve only got a few minutes, so I’m gonna need you to
take my thick dick, okay? Ride that cock, babygirl.”

“Yes sir,” she murmured,
grinding down against me. She lifted and pushed, and after a couple of slow
rotations she was hilting me – her hips squarely against my thighs. My
foot lifted a few inches as I leaned back and gasped. The spontaneity turned me
on, but the light bondage with my unbuckled jeans around my shins was
really
getting my blood pumping...and
most of it went to the thick tool inside her.

“You’ve had a rough couple of
days, Sawyer,” Saffron whispered as she pulled my hands to her breasts again,
forcing me to grasp them through the fabric. “Let me take care of
all
of that, okay? I’ve been a complete
wreck without you…I’ve missed your touch…I’ve missed you being
inside
…”

With another squeeze from her
inner muscles, she was grinding me
hard.
It
was my turn to barely contain my groans and gasps as she rode me in the back of
the sedan, her hips sliding against mine.

I was starting to get close
when the car wheeled to a stop. Quickly glancing out the window, I realized
that we were already back at the Beach House, and patted her swiftly on the
shoulder.

“Time for a pause,” I
whispered in her ear.

“Aww, but
Sawyeerrr…
”

The sound of the driver’s door
popping open convinced her, and she immediately shunted aside and desperately
tried to regain her composure. Meanwhile, I was seconds from Hensley opening my
tinted door, and my jeans were around my shins with the belt unbuckled.

He stepped out onto the
concrete, but instead of immediately reaching for the handle, he stepped aside
and admired the city. I had just enough time to throw my jeans back up my
thighs and buckle at the speed of light, wondering all the while how much he
might have
actually
heard.

After a few seconds, he turned
back around, pulling the door open. We had both had enough time to compose
ourselves, and he smiled warmly as we slid out of the backseat.

“Welcome back home, son,”
Hensley told me with a wink. Patting me on the shoulder, he closed the door
behind Saffron and leaned against the side of the car. “Is there anything else
I can possibly do for either of you?”

“Yes, actually,” I told him,
letting loose a deep sigh. “Things got out of control, and I have an arrest for
assault against me. As much as I’d love to let our parents have their
anniversary undisturbed…I might need to consult them. Can you reach out to them
and see if they’re open for a phone call?”

“It’s already been taken care
of,” Hensley chuckled. “Your parents arrive tomorrow afternoon, and I’ll bring
them here.”

“I…what?” Saffron asked,
confused. “Wait, you didn’t mention anything about that to–”

“Don’t worry,” Hensley
reassured us. “Your mother was upset, but Chet took the news rather well.
They’ll be delighted to hear that you’re safe.”

“Do I need to call them?” I
asked.

“No, you’ve been through
enough. You two enjoy the night before they arrive…they seemed to not find
Paris to their liking after all,” Hensley chuckled, winking at Saffron. “I
wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted to just spend their time here, with the
two of you…or perhaps another arrangement altogether. Who’s to say?”

Saffron and I shared a look,
processing everything.

“I’ll go ahead and get out of
your hair,” Hensley smiled warmly at the two of us. “Seems like the both of you
are getting along well after all. So long as you promise to not
kill each other before they arrive
, I’ll
let you have your last night alone. Expect us around 5PM tomorrow afternoon.”

“Thank you for everything,” I
grinned, extending my hand.

“Anything for your family,
son. Anything at all.”

Hensley popped open his driver
door, but something else occurred to me – and now felt like the time to
ask.

“You and Dad…” I observed, and
he paused, his foot on the floor inside. “I’ve never heard how you two met, or
what made you both so close. How did you two cross paths?”

Hensley offered a devious
grin. “When we were boys, your father wasn’t wealthy. He was just another young
rapscallion, like any of us. Used to get into a lot of trouble, too – a
lot like you, Sawyer.

“When he received his
inheritance from your great-grandfather, he was already eighteen years old. The
elder Samuels had placed a portion of his finances into low-interest,
compounding bonds, as he expected to die at a much earlier age. Apparently,
he’d forgotten about them for decades. When your father received his inherited
bonds, they were substantially high – enough for a flight around the world.

“He’d met your mother by then,
and they were already engaged. The two of them left Pennsylvania and walked the
world for over a year. But as streetwise as he was, he needed someone with
them, someone he trusted to help protect her from falling prey to human
traffickers or whatever rabble he ran into…I’m pleased that he thought I fit
the bill. After all, I’m the reason they met, with her being my sister and
all…”

“You’re my…my
uncle?
” I asked, astonished.

“None other than,” Uncle
Hensley chuckled. “Years of bodyguarding your parents and working in special
operations made me rather adept at tracking from the shadows…but I made a
number of enemies, and I was afraid that they would strike at you if they knew
the connection. So, I kept my distance. But most of them are incarcerated or
dead now, and as they fell off the radar I became more accessible to your
family.”

“To
our
family,” Saffron corrected.

“Quite so,” he agreed.
“Anyway. We can all catch up tomorrow, after your parents have returned. I’m sure
it’ll be a delightful little chat. Enjoy your last night together, and just
remember…I’m only a phone call away if you need me.”

Hensley dropped into the
driver’s seat, tugging the car closed. With a faint wave and a smile, he pulled
out of the driveway and disappeared down the road and into the night. We
watched him drive off, before I grabbed Saffron by the wrist and pulled her
into a long, passionate kiss.

“Sawyer…” She murmured as we
broke apart afterwards.

“I’m not done with you,” I
smiled cockily at her. Saffron’s eyes widened and she gave me the sexiest
little smirk at her disposal. Hot fucking
damn
was she goddamn beautiful. “We have some unfinished business to take care
off, “ I reminded her, unlocking the door to the Beach House, “and all night
long to do it…”

SAFFRON

Chapter 25

PENSACOLA

PRESENT
DAY

T
hat night was
the most incredible night of my life. Luke took me across the Beach House, out
to the back patio. Under the stars, in full view of the ocean, we fucked for
hours – stopping only for water, for me to blow his cock, or for him to
hold me down and bury his tongue inside me.

We were insatiable. It was
like we were teenagers again; our incredible sex drives that just drove us
onward, claiming each other completely again and again. With every kiss, every
thrust, every lick of each other’s bodies, we simply needed
more
.

And we paid each other in full.

The following morning, Sawyer
greeted me with his face between my thighs. My fingers were grasping into his
hair before my eyes opened, and I came against his tongue under the blankets.
This time, nobody banged on the door, threatening to whisk my lover away
forever.

A short while later, I wiped
my lips clean – with the fresh taste of his thick cock on my breath. We
cooked breakfast together, barely able to keep our hands off of each other.

We were absolutely giddy with
joy.

Unfortunately, Sawyer had
something to do, and he insisted that he go alone. Afraid of losing him again,
he reassured me with his thumb against my chin, his fingers stroking the
underside of my jaw. After a long goodbye kiss, I watched him disappear into
the city on the back of that motorcycle he loved so much.

A few hours later, he returned
– he had apparently gone to get his bite checked out, and was waiting on
the tests to come back. In the meantime, he decided to have some words with Luke,
the owner of the cage-fighting venue. I’d halfway expected blood on his
knuckles, as furious as he looked, but I calmed him down with my hands on the
counter and my ass poked out – bare and ready for him. He took me up on
my offer, and we had one last, loving fuck before the appointed time
approached.

After a long, hot shower
together, we were ready for the rest of the evening. Hensley arrived shortly
after with Chet and my mother. They quickly embraced both of us and looked
Sawyer over, making sure that he hadn’t broken any bones or sustained any
irreversible injuries – Mom even remarked that he positively “glowed,”
which elicited a private, knowing smile between Sawyer and me.

As Hensley had told us, they
weren’t angry – only concerned for our wellbeing. I was afraid that they
were going to lash out at Sawyer for getting himself arrested during his time
watching over me, but they didn’t reveal the slightest hint that this was the
case.

We sat down with a round of
tea in the Beach House den.

“It’s about time we came
clean,” Chet told us, but his eyes were focused on my stepbrother. I turned to
Sawyer, confused, but his undivided attention was on our father, and he nodded.

“Saffron,” our father
explained, “we know about the two of you.”

“I…what? Wh-what do you mean?”
I stuttered, but Sawyer took my hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. My face
turned to him, and he gave me a knowing, smiling look.

Chet proceeded to explain
everything. The conversation they’d had over the phone in the storm, a few days
after he had left us. My mother nodded along, indicating her inclusion.

“You mean, all of you
knew?
”

Sawyer matched my confusion
now.

“It was your father’s idea,”
Mom explained with a cheerful grin. “It’s not your fault we decided to get
married. I’ve seen what love looks like…”

She squeezed Chet’s hand.

“It can’t be like this… If
anyone finds out, the tabloids will be all over this,” Sawyer began, shaking
his head.

“And they will say what,
exactly? Two people of no blood relation fall in love? Sawyer, nobody is going
to care,” Chet replied. “Besides, your mother and I...”

“We just got divorced!” mom
said, smiling.

“Technically,” Chet continued,
“but I’ve always wanted a mistress…”

Mom laughed, holding Chet’s
hand even tighter.

Chet took over the story. “I’m
sorry for the little falsehoods. I just couldn’t let you live like this, son. I
know how long this has been tearing you apart. We needed a reason to put you
two back together, so, we fabricated the whole thing…”

“There’s no death threats?”
Sawyer asked, looking betrayed.

“You set all of this up?” I
gasped.

“We figured that we’d give you
both a chance together, independent of us. After all, we knew how much Sawyer
loved you…enough that he had to leave home for years. And don’t think I never
snuck a peek at your diary…”

“MOM!”

I turned to Sawyer again,
watching his reaction. He was processing everything, just like I was, but it
was all piecing together in his head. He turned to me, and I realized just how
much our parents had played us.

“With the Beach House to
yourselves,” Chet continued, “you’d either kill each other, or you’d work
past
everything…”

“…And make it work, together,”
Mom finished.

 
“What if it didn’t work?” I needed to
know. “Sawyer and I…we didn’t exactly have the
best
relationship growing up, and he’d been gone so long. I was
filled with bitterness just at
seeing him
,
let alone spending an entire
summer
with
him…”

He looked morose for a moment,
but I rubbed my hand along his arm. “But I don’t anymore. Of course not. I
understand
now.”

My attention turned back to my
parents. “What if it just made me hate him? Hate
you?
”

“That sounds like another
solution to the problem,” Chet replied, grinning ear to ear.

Mom looked at Sawyer. “When
your father told me how much you loved my daughter, it affected me. It took me
a little while to come around, I’ll admit, but I put it all together
eventually…the way that he’d look at you sometimes, the way that he acted…it
all made sense. It wasn’t
right
,
antagonizing her like that,” she continued, glaring at him for a brief moment,
“…but I understood. Chet never stopped believing in you, sweetie, and I trusted
him. I trusted
you.
”

Sawyer was speechless.

Sawyer rubbed his temples. “I
don’t…this is so much to take in, I just wanted to make my own way…” he thought
aloud.

“You
did
make your own way, and I’m very proud of you for it. You’re
tough. Resourceful. A damned force to be reckoned with. When I’m ready to pass
down my company, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather put at the helm...”

“But… What about the assault
case?”

Chet stood up, beaming down
upon his boy. “Everything’s fine now. Peter Pascall dropped all charges a few
hours ago. Everybody has a price. Turns out, Peter’s is rather small. I’m fine
paying it, so long as you’re done with this sort of thing.”

“Don’t worry, Dad,” Sawyer
shook his head. He turned toward me, looking into my eyes. “I think Sawyer
‘Bonesaw’ Samuels has seen his last bout in the cage…I have every intention to
retire.”

“That’s probably for the
best,” Chet agreed. “Besides, I’ll need you operating at 100% if you want to
take over the Florida division of our family enterprise.”

“The Florida division?” Sawyer
said quietly.

“Well how else are you going
to pay me back, son? You’ll need a job,” Chet said, smiling wide.

“I don’t know what to say,”
Sawyer replied, still looking at me.

“Don’t say anything. I’ll give
you a few days to think it over. You can have the beach house, and you’ll have
some of the best managers in the world to help bring you up to speed. It’s a
fast paced business, but I see you have some of the old family killer instinct
running through those veins.”

With everything cleared up and
my parents onboard with the change in our relationship, we all went out for an
amazing dinner on the boardwalk. Sawyer and I were absolutely famished, and we
scarfed down our picks from a delicious array of seafood: pan-seared scallops
with jalapeno vinaigrette, creamy baked Dijon salmon, filet mignon medallions
with crabmeat hollandaise, and much more.

After dinner, we walked ahead
along the boardwalk as my parents hung back with Hensley, wandering along
behind.

“I can’t believe you never
told me how you felt,” I chided Sawyer as I held his arm in mine. “All those
years…”

“I think I like how things
worked out,” he replied. “I was younger then. Stupid. I took the weight of my
life onto my shoulders because I couldn’t bear the thought of not having you.”

“But you ran away,” I told
him. “I was sorting out my feelings…I might have–”

“We were eighteen... Are you
certain – not a shadow of a doubt – that you would have been
receptive? We lived together, Saffron. If you didn’t agree to it, we would have
been trapped in that house, circling each other at arm’s distance. You’re
positive
you would have gone along with
it, right under our parents’ noses?”

“I…” What he said made sense.
“…I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. I might have been too young – too
naïve to deal with it.”

“I think we both were,” he
nodded. “But it’s all in the past. Now we just have each other, forever. And no
matter what…I’ll always be there for you. I’m not running away anymore,
Saffron…and I’ll never, ever leave your side again.”

My arms found their new
favorite spot, wrapped around the back of his neck. Standing up on my toes, I
planted a deep, fulfilling kiss against Sawyer’s lips. I didn’t care that the
others could probably see us, with the moon out above…and while the Pensacola
waves lapped against the wood beneath us, I realized something incredible.

I
believed him
.

Dear Reader: Sarah Sparrows here! I
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