Important – My BSC MC is Kerry
Disclaimer – Characters are Pixelberry’s and I do not own them. Fics are just for fun, I make no money from them.
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Kerry couldn’t sleep in the strange bed. She was always like this in hotels or friends houses at sleepovers… Her daddy used to say she was a little homebody, and there was nothing wrong with him that. She lay there in the double bed in the spare room of Oakley Ranch. Her cases were still in her car so Sawyer has given her one of his t-shirts to wear to bed. She’d never realised how big and broad he was earlier, not even when they’d been picking apples… The t-shirt dwarfed Kerry’s petite frame. She rolled onto her side pulling the soft cotton fabric closer to her, inhaling deeply… The shirt was a mix of fabric softener and his scent; a manly, fresh scent that made her shiver in delight. He was a gentleman. Nothing like she’d experienced back home in Boston. She’d finally broken things off with Sean because he was everything that Sawyer wasn’t. He’d cheated on her countless times. He fancied himself as a big-time gangster, although he was anything but big-time. Kerry rolled her eyes. Sean asked her to marry him, but that wasn’t the life she wanted, married to some womanising, boozy, small-time gangster… She wanted a career, excitement, to see what life held for her. She wanted to feel love, not just drunken desire… That was what this trip was supposed to be about; a new life in California… Shit, she never expected to break down in Montana….
Kerry felt her entire body flush as she thought about that kiss… His lips on hers, firm, but not forceful, the way he breathed her name in that drawl, “Kerry…” as his hand cinched her waist… She needed a glass of water…
Kerry made her way back to the kitchen through memory, using only the light of her cellphone. She didn’t want to flip on any lights and disturb anyone else. She reached the kitchen and after opening a few different cupboard doors, she found some glasses and poured herself a tall one of cool water from the faucet. She froze as she heard a low hushed whistle… Sawyer stood in the doorway, leaning with one arm aside his head,
“You look better in that shirt than I do, if you don’t mind me saying, Kerry…”
Kerry felt herself flush from her toes to the top of her forehead as she struggled for an answer. Sawyer was standing there, relaxed, one arm high on the door-frame, bare-chested. The contours of his muscles defined in the moonlight streaming though the kitchen window, pyjama bottoms slung low on his hips, drawing Kerry’s eyes downwards and flustering her even further… She bit her lips as she looked at the devilishly handsome cowboy, stood there, sleep in his eyes, fair hair ruffled…
Kerry’s mind flitted back to that kiss. She’d never felt more like a lady than in that moment. How respectful he was, how romantic the setting was… She couldn’t form a sentence as she moved towards him, not knowing anything other than the fact that she wanted to feel his lips on hers one more time.
She found herself standing before him, breath ragged, chin tilted up to look in his eyes as he reached out, grazing her chin with his calloused hand. He breathed her name as his other hand wrapped protectively, firmly around her waist and she whimpered at his touch as his lips moved downwards as he bent, gently grazing against hers.
Sawyer felt it too, his heart banged inside his chest as he backed Kerry to towards the kitchen work-surface, his lips on hers, his hand on her waist, moving up her dainty shoulder blades, then raking through her coffee-coloured waves as he stared into her hazel eyes, she looked as surprised by all of this as he did, but the desire in her eyes, her dilated pupils combined with the feeling of her melting and smiling into his kisses told him that she felt it too… She was so pretty, Sawyer couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this.
Kerry gasped as Sawyer’s large hands gripped her thighs, gently but commandingly lifting her onto the work-surface. She’d only just met him, she didn’t know anything about him. Should she be doing this…? ‘Oh to hell with it…’ she thought as she parted her thighs to allow him to press his body against hers, her legs wrapping around his strong physique, sat atop the work-surface. They continued to kiss, to explore one another, hands roaming over the others bodies, soft sighs and moans leaving both of them at every beautiful moment of discovery; his hands on her face, her fingers running through his blonde hair, his kiss on her delicate neck, her breasts pressed firmly against him…
Until the light flicked on suddenly, the sharp glare halting them in their tracks, both squinting at the door way, Kerry shocked, trying to cover her legs with the t-shirt, Sawyer bending slightly to adjust his pyjamas, ruffling his hair uncomfortably as Brooklynne eyed them both in disgust,
“Ew.”
End -VP 💖
