Hard, hot pulses of my come filled the tip of the condom.
I wished like hell I was filling her to the brim, but that would be for another day.
“Jesus,” Sawyer breathed long moments later. “I prefer that to having nightmares.”
I laughed. “I’ll remember that.”
Pulling out of her tight heat, I carefully pulled the condom from my cock and tied it in a knot before placing it in the trash can beside the bed.
Then I pulled her into my arms and rolled until she was lying directly on top of me.
“Go to sleep, darlin’,” I ordered.
She smiled and rolled her head to kiss my chest, right above my nipple.
“Alright, Silas,” she agreed, settling a little deeper onto me.
My eyes closed, and I finally let out a breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding the moment the words slipped free of her mouth.
“I love you, Silas.”
She was asleep in the next breath, so she didn’t hear my reply.
“I love you, too, darlin’.”
***
“What is this place?” She asked.
I lifted my leg from the bike and held out my hand to her, which she took almost immediately.
“Life Flight,” I said. “I own it.”
“You…you own this?” She asked, looking in awe at the huge helicopter that was sitting on the front lawn, taking up the helipad and the majority of the front lot.
“Yeah, I own it. I bought it about a year or so ago,” I told her, leading the way to the front door.
It was set up much like a fire station would be.
“Life Flight employs ten people. Four flight medics, four flight nurses and two office dispatchers. Each medic works with a nurse, so there’s always one of each on every flight. The dispatchers work opposing shifts, and we use an answering service that specializes in medical office procedures to cover the phones during non-business hours,” I explained as we made our way inside the main room.
I wasn’t surprised to find Cleo kicked back on the couch and his partner in the closest recliner.
There was a lot of down time being a flight medic.
Although, it was inevitable that when it did get busy, you were hit with a ton of shit all at once. Our calls usually came in back-to-back-to-back.
“Biscuit Girl!” Cleo yelled, surprising the ever-loving shit out of me.
I blinked, then turned to Sawyer with raised brows.
“What the hell is he calling you that for?” I asked.
Sawyer smiled. “I gave him my biscuits for his wife one day when he came into the diner. They’d just stopped serving breakfast, and we’d gotten the last batch.”
I nodded in understanding.
The Pub Diner was a pretty happening place during breakfast hours.
Most of the time, the line was out the door just to get into the place for breakfast.
Cleo had been lucky that Sawyer was willing to give those biscuits up.
I’d personally had them, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have done that.
“Yeah, thanks to her, my wife didn’t try to kill me that day. Sawyer’s a hero in my book,” Cleo said emphatically.
Rolling my eyes, I took hold of Sawyer’s hand and led her into my office, shutting the door behind us.
I didn’t even notice Sawyer’s wide eyes until she asked, “Do you not know how to file?”
I looked at my desk and the mountains of paper collecting dust on every available surface.
“I do my best, but I seriously need a secretary,” I told her, dropping down in my chair and punching the power button on my computer. “Why don’t you make yourself useful?”
She laughed, which was what I’d intended for her to do.
She hadn’t been the same since last night, which was why I’d kept her with me today.
Today was Sunday, so Zack’s office was closed, and she was off.
Which meant she would’ve been home all day stewing on things she couldn’t change, which was why she was here with me instead and not at home alone.
“I guess I could try to help you out,” she said as she came up behind me, threading her arms around my neck.
I patted her hand. “Gotta get this payroll done, then we can christen another office,” I teased.
She snorted and pressed her lips against my neck.
“Let me know when we can get to that,” she whispered.
I turned my face up towards hers as I guided her lips to mine by way of my hand in her ponytail.
“Be good, and I’ll see what I can do,” I told her.
She giggled against my lips, and I found that I quite liked that sound.
“I can do that,” she whispered. “I can be very, very good.”
Yes, she absolutely could.
Within the hour and a half I’d been working, she filed not just one of my paperwork piles, but all of them. She even started cleaning up my office when she was done.
And yes, we christened the office.
Twice.
Chapter 17
What’s better than a man in uniform? A biker in leather.
- Fact of Life
Sawyer
The next morning dawned rainy, yet again.
I could really go for some sunshine right about now.