Sawyer (Lucky River Ranch, #3)

by Jessica Peterson

For the wild ones. May the cowgirl in you be alive and well, always.

I think Mr straightedge likes to be edged SAWYER RIVERS By you? Fuck yes I do

Sawyer groans again, this time loud enough to make me say, “Quiet.” “I can’t,” he grunts, pumping into me. I flatten my palm over his mouth. “You will.” His gaze goes feral. Oh, my cowboy likes that. “You best not give us away,” I whisper. “You do, and there’ll be hell to pay.” In reply, he impales me on a deep, vicious thrust, one thumb on my clit, the other on my nipple. I feel myself coming apart, my pussy fluttering around his dick. “That’s a good boy,” I pant. “You’re so good at this, honey.” Sawyer bites my palm. At the same time, he presses his thumb, hard, against my clit.

“So, hey,” I begin, looking him square in the eye. “I’m gonna be nice to you in front of Ava and Junie, because they really do mean the world to me.” Dan peers at me from the corner of his eye. He’s gripping the door handle of his truck like a lifeline. “Okay.” “But you ever make my girl cry again, I won’t be this nice. Understood?”