The Problem with Fire - M.E. Clayton Page 0,50
feel right.
His apologizing and my accepting his apology were still a far cry from ironing out our issues. And while we didn’t have many, I still needed to talk to Thomas and get him to stop with his nonsense. And until he did, Sayer was going to be possessive and combative. I knew this.
I stepped back from his embrace, and he didn’t look too happy about it, but we needed to talk. I walked over to his couch and sat down. When I padded the seat cushion next to me, Sayer complied and came and sat down next to me.
Once he was seated, I told him, “I told Leta we were dating.”
His blue eyes lit up. “You did?”
I nodded. “Yes, I did.” It was sweet how wide his smile got. “We talked some, and you were a part of that some we talked about.”
“How’d she take it?” His question was serious, but the smile on his face was still wide.
“She was a little upset that I had kept the news from her,” I admitted. “But then she said she hoped it all worked out.”
He looked positively giddy when he said, “I want to tell you ‘I told you so’ soooo badly.”
I laughed. “Yeah, well, she liked how you were fighting for us.”
Sayer snorted. “It’s not hard to figure out why.”
I smirked. “I guess she’s impressed by alphas.”
I yelped as he grabbed my hips and dropped me on his lap. “Are you impressed with alphas?” he asked, his voice deep and wicked.
I grinned. “Maybe,” I teased. “I find that I’m partial to firemen these days.”
“Fireman.”
“What?”
“You’re partial to a specific fireman, is what I think you meant to say,” he replied, making me laugh. “Otherwise, you’re never allowed at the firehouse ever again.”
I put my arms over his shoulders and let my hands play with the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s definitely what I meant to say.”
Then Sayer got serious. “I missed you, baby. You can’t be fighting with me like that.”
“Don’t behave like a jackass, and I won’t. Problem solved.”
His hands tightened on my hips. “How about I just give you a good, hard dicking whenever I act like a jackass?” he suggested, heat already crawling up my spine.
“That’s not always going to be an available option with a teenage girl in the house,” I teased.
“That teenage daughter is with her father every other week,” he teased back. “I’ll just be sure to only piss you off on those weeks.”
I leaned down and kissed him.
I kissed him with all the hope I had that this was going to be something special. I kissed him like I wanted this to last forever.
When I pulled back, I looked into his eyes. “You’re not a rebound, Sayer. I-”
“Stop.”
“But-”
“That was a dick thing for me to say, Monroe,” he continued, not letting me talk. “I was feeling insecure and I lashed out.” He pulled me higher up on his lap. “I know I’m not a rebound. There’s no way this thing between us is a rebound when I feel the way I feel.”
Then the words flew out without any warning. “I love you.”
“Oh, thank you, Sweet Jesus,” he rushed out, and the next thing I knew, I was laying on the couch with is hard, gorgeous body over mine. “Say it again,” he demanded as his hands battled the button on my jeans.
“I love you,” I said breathlessly, and it was amazing how his desperation could turn me on so much. In only a matter of seconds, Sayer had my jeans pushed down around my thighs, and he was flipping me over, so I was on my hands and knees.
My panties were the next thing to slide over my hips and thighs, and I could already feel how wet I was with knowing what was coming next. Even though it was still the honeymoon stage, I loved the way Sayer acted like he couldn’t get enough of me. I loved how he made me feel desirable. Our age difference wasn’t that big of an issue, but the way he made me feel went a long way in squashing any insecurities that might arise. Had I been a more insecure woman, I might have not believed him about Daria. Those fears of not being enough for him might have won.
“I can’t keep doing this, Monroe,” he said over the sound of the zipper and fabric of his pants. “I can’t go days without being inside you.” He had his fingers splayed over my ass as