Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 23

⚠️Warning⚠️ Sexual Content
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Peyton's POV

"Just friends."

Those words rang through my head over and over again. I believe him, yet some part of me is finding it hard to. I know his past with girls. I know that at our school he never had any girls that were just friends. We never went through that 'friend' stage. We went from hating each other to a couple in 3 weeks. Maybe I'm just letting it all get to me. I shouldn't judge him by a past I was never there to experience. He has only told me a little about his parents, and that's it. Should I question farther or just let it be? 

"Okay," I spoke after what felt like forever, but was merely a couple seconds. He laid back onto my bed, staring at he ceiling above. His brown eyes were searching around, almost like he didn't know what to say. "I believe you," 

"I don't think you believe yourself when you say that," 

I bit my lip, trying to come up with something else to make him trust my words. "I love you, Sawyer. If you were to lie to me now, I would be disappointed, devastated. What would our relationship be if we didn't have trust. That's what I want us to build this on. No relationship works out to the end if everything they built on is lies. I trust you to tell me the truth," I moved myself beside him, laying my head on his chest. "So here I am, trusting you to the end. It's up to you if you want to do the same," 

"I don't fucking understand how I got you," he immediately sat up, gently pushing me off him. "I'm a fuck up. I'm from a druggy trailer park, abusive parents, I'm white trash. How did I even get you to talk to me?" I picked myself off the bed and laid into his arms. Trying my best to comfort him. His eyes were always the place his emotions showed the most. They showed pain, a pain that has been there far too long. Like it's haunting him. "I don't deserve you. All the other relationships were nothing compared to this. Even my friendships, all we would do is party and get drunk. I was only 13 when it all that started. I guess I got to fed up of dealing with it sober. I guess since my friends came to town, it brought back so many memories, I couldn't handle it. I know I should've told you, but I was too afraid to let you know even more about my shitty life,"

I leaned up to press my lips against his, short and sweet. Trying to let him know his past won't scare me away, "I will always be here for you,"

"I will always be a lucky son of a bitch," he huffed out a dry laugh before placing his eyes to lock with mine. "I will always be in love with you," 

I gained a since of confidence and kissed him again. This time with more hunger. He quickly responded, towing his hands around y back to the zipper of my dress. Unzipping it slowly while his cold fingers touched my bare flesh, sending chills through my body. I stood up to step out of the dress. Thanking god I already took off my heels, since they're such a pain to get on and off. Sawyer took a look at my half naked body, groaning with lust filled eyes. He wrapped his arm around my waist to pulled me down on the bed to straddle him. I attacked his lips again, biting his lips in the process. I smiled in the kiss when I felt his hard-on pressing against my thigh. I didn't know I could turn him on that quick, without having to do so much. I answered with rocking my hips, grinding on him. He let out another deep growl.

"Tell me to stop," I gasped for air. 

"I don't think I will be able to," 

I didn't think I would be able to, either. I was lost in the trance of exploring his body. I traced my hands down his abdomen, while dropping kisses along his neck. I made my way down to the buckle of his dress pants. My eyes met his as I undid the button and slowly pulled them off of him. It wasn't until now I could see the bulge in his underwear that was being masked by his black pants. During the time I was taking his pants off, he threw his shirt and jacket to the side. I was climbing back up when he pushed me onto the bed on my back. I let out a little giggle by his dominate actions. He lowered himself in-between my legs, placing his lips on mine. Grinding himself against me. 

"I really think we should stop, sweetheart," He says, taking his lips off mine, burring his head into my neck. I could feel his warm breath hitting me, making me moan. 

"Why?" I was finally able to speak, too caught up in the moment. 

He lifted himself off of me and laid back on the bed. Pulling me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I know we both don't want our first time- Well first time sober- to be after you had to take me to your home because I was drunk off my ass,"

He was right, but I still knew I at least wanted to do something for him. "Then I'll help you," I tangled myself out of his arms, and lowered myself back down to his boxers.

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I woke up with Sawyer right next to me. Both of us just in our underwear, under these thin sheets. I blushed at thought of what we did last night. He was so considerate of wanting our 'first' to be more meaningful. But what was the point of a meaningful first time at this point? We're seniors in high school. Where's our first going to be? A hotel room? One of our bedrooms? A car? I don't care where I am, just as long as I am with him. Maybe we should wait until we graduate this spring. We only have a couple months left. We would have much more privacy when we leave for college. 

Where is he going college? Does he even want to go to college? All these questions are too early for me at the moment. I threw on Sawyer's shirt and peaked through my door, I saw a note laying on the hallway table, and picked it up. 

We left to go get groceries with Vikki. Probably wont be back until later this evening since your grandparents wanted to meet her as well. We didn't want to wake you from your rough night of  partying, so we left without you. Love you!

-Dad, Mom, and Vikki

I mentally slapped myself for being so reckless. One of my parents could have walked in this morning and saw us. What was I going to say if they did? Sorry? Sorry wouldn't work in one of those painfully awkward situations. 

I walked downstairs and decided to make some eggs and toast. I gathered all the ingredients and utensils. I whipped up the eggs and waited on the toast to pop out of the toaster. I finished both the plates and set them down on the table. I was about to walk upstairs to wake him up, but he was already walking down when i got to them. 

"Something smells good," stating the obvious while rubbing his eyes. 

"I may or may not have made you some breakfast," I shrugged. He let out a low laugh as he got to the last step. I grabbed his hand and made him follow me to the breakfast nook. "Bon appetit,"

HIs smile widened when he saw all the food on his plate. I cooked eggs, bacon, sausage, fried bologna, and some toast. 

"I don't know exactly how you like your eggs, or what kind of sides. So I kind of just made whatever I knew how,"

"I love it all," he leaned over the table to place his lips on mine. "If I keep staying here and eating your food, I might as well just move in," he chuckled. 

I laughed at his joke and rolled my eyes, "Just eat," 

"Gladly," he gave me a wink before digging into his food. 

We ate in perfect silence, until his cell began to ring. He had it on the table, so I was able to read the caller's name, 'Olivia'.

(A/N): I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I know it's kind of short. Plus it got pretty heated😂

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