Cage (21 page)

I
loved that I reduced her to incoherent babbling.

“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…”

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Chapter 25 – Saffron

Pensacola, Present Day

That
night was the most incredible night of my life. Sawyer 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.

He
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, all things considered. 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
.

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