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  Sawyer pushed me farther into the room and the door began to close on its own as we made our way towards the bed. After the day that I had, it was nice to be feeling wanted. To have someone see in me what I currently couldn’t see.

  “Brynlee, you’re so fucking fine,” Sawyer broke our kiss and looked deep into my eyes and expressed.

  He was running his fingers through my disheveled hair and smiling down at me like I was the prettiest girl that he had seen. At least that’s how I felt, he felt.

  “You deserve so much better than that shit.” He glided his fingers down the side of my face and under my chin, to where he directed me right back to his lips.

  “Mhmm,” I moaned out as he stuck his tongue in my mouth and grabbed my ass at the same time.

  Scooping me up, I wrapped my long legs around his torso as he carried me to the bed, where he gently laid me down.

  I laid flat on my back as he climbed onto the bed with his hands balled up into fists, planted on side of me causing the bed to dent in.

  “Brynlee, you do know you should have never come back here,” he voiced, reminding me of something that I kept telling myself.

  “I’ve been feeling that way,” I confessed.

  Sawyer simply nodded as he leaned down and began to kiss me on my neck. I turned my head and arched my back just a little because the feeling of him twirling his tongue, sucking and even biting down on my neck was turning me on.

  “You ready to let a real nigga heal you and treat you right?” Sawyer asked me as he placed a kiss on my lips then raised up and looked me straight in the eyes.

  It was crazy how he was here to save me from the disaster that I had been mixed up in.

  “How do I know you won’t do me the same way,” I asked him as a single tear fell out of my eyes.

  “Because I’m not him, let’s get that understood. Also, I’m here to heal you and see what all we can do to make sure that you are your happiest no matter what. Also, I’m not trippin’ on if you have my kid or not. Don’t get me wrong, it will be a blessing but we not about to stress about it, all we can do is keep practicing.” He chuckled as he rubbed his hand up my shirt.

  “Sawyer… I don’t know.” I looked away from him and stared at the wall.

  “Nah, look at me. I’m dead ass serious; stop playing with me. So, what’s it gon’ be Brynlee, you gon’ let me snatch yo’ ass up and treat you right or what?” He tilted his head and smirked, because I was pretty sure he knew that I was going to say yes.

  How could I not take this chance? Just from the short period that Sawyer and I were together, he treated me right. Despite the bullshit and drama, Sawyer did put a smile on my face.

  I just hated that I felt like I was moving too fast and playing a very dangerous game. I was going from one man to the other and I felt like it made me look bad. Not to mention, the fear of reliving this same pain again because Sawyer had decided to step out and make another baby with someone, scared me.

  Sighing, I looked at him long and hard. I was thinking on what I should do.

  “Sawyer, I’m scared,” I blurted.

  “Don’t be,” he replied as he kissed me. “I got you, but you got to also know I’m not about to be doing this back and forth shit. You’ll fuck around and have me around this bitch shooting up shit and whooping niggas’ asses because you want to play with my feelings,” he added.

  “Are you ready?” he questioned, as he licked his lips and stared at me.

  I couldn’t say no. I nodded my head yes, which put a grin on his face. Sawyer then began to rain kisses all over me, showing me just how happy he was about my answer.

  Sawyer

  Let’s just say last night was fucking amazing. After sealing the deal with Brynlee and fucking her all night long, I was finally feeling like I was back to my normal self.

  I couldn’t even front, her leaving and not saying shit to me, fucked with my head. That bruised a nigga like me ego. I felt played and I didn’t like that shit. Especially because I had moved prematurely and had her around my people that meant the most to me but shit, it was what it was because she was currently lying next to me snuggled up.

  My ass ended up missing my flight and everything because I wanted to be laid up in some pussy. I even had to reschedule some shit that was on my calendar, but it was all good because I knew she needed me right now.

  I didn’t know why, but it was like I was drawn to her and I hated seeing her down. I still couldn’t believe that nerd ass nigga went and had a baby on her and then was trying to beg her ass to stay with him. That nigga had to be sucking donkey dick if he thought that shit was going to go down like that.

  Bitches never got over that type of shit and then to make shit even worse, he knew Brynlee’s situation, so it was like a spit in her face.

  As I laid there with morning wood and thinking about everything, Brynlee began to scoot her ass closer to a nigga. She was butt ass naked and I knew all I had to do was turn over and slip it in.

  Rubbing on her ass and feeling how soft it was, I couldn’t resist. I needed to be inside of her again. I couldn’t get enough of her shit.

  “Mhmm,” she was now moaning with her eyes still closed as I moved in and out of her slowly.

  I grabbed a hand full of her breast and dug deep. My arm was underneath her and wrapped around her lower stomach. Her shit was so fucking wet, that I could feel it dripping on my thigh.

  “Fuck Brynlee. You sure yo’ ass ain’t already pregnant? Yo’ shit wet as fuck,” I expressed.

  Which got me to thinking, did she fuck that nigga after she fucked me?

  Just thinking about that shit, kind of angered me. I found myself fucking her harder and as her pussy made a gushy noise.

  “Sawyer, fuck.” She was now fully awake. I was giving her deep strokes and I wasn’t letting up.

  “You better not have given this pussy up to that fuck nigga,” I groaned, flipping her over onto her stomach.

  Brynlee had her face planted into the bed and even if she wanted to talk, she couldn’t. I held the upper part of her back down as I drilled into her. Our skins were smacking up against each other. I could hear her moans, but they were muffled.

  “Brynlee, I don’t want you giving this pussy away. This my shit.” I dug deep as her juices ran down my balls.

  “You hear me?” I smacked her on her ass.

  “Yes, Sawyer. Shit.” She bit down on her lip as I continued to fuck the shit out of her.

  If she didn’t understand before, I bet her ass did now. I wasn’t playing with her. This was my pussy and she bet not even think about fucking with any nigga.

  Spreading her ass cheeks apart, I gently rubbed them as I gave her nothing but big dick.

  “Shit Brynlee, I can fuck this pussy forever,” I groaned as I bit down on my lip.

  She looked back at me and began throwing her ass in a circle. The shit was sexy as fuck to see. She was making that ass clap on the dick and it had me two seconds away from exploding inside her.

  “Oh my…” She stopped and began to bite down on the sheets.

  “I’m cumming Sawyer.”

  “I feel that shit. I’m coming too,” I let her know.

  I then went as deep as I could go and emptied my seeds inside of her. If she wasn’t pregnant before she was most likely pregnant now.

  “I bet yo’ ass get pregnant from that nut.” I chuckled as I slapped her on her ass and fell next to her out of breath.

  She turned towards me with wide eyes as she laid flat on her stomach.

  “I’m just kidding.” I laughed it off but to be real, I was dead ass serious. I was trying to shoot my seeds all up in her.

  After a nice hot shower together, Brynlee and I were now sitting at some lil’ breakfast spot looking how we looked yesterday but it was cool, because I had the money to buy us a thousand new outfits and plus, I didn’t give a fuck.

  I watched her as she picked around with her food and stared out of the window. I knew the shit that had
happened with Troy was still probably getting the best of her.

  I had to understand that just because I laid good dick on her, that she wouldn’t just get over it.

  “You good Brynlee?” I reached across the table and placed my hand on top of hers.

  She gave me a faint smile and nodded. However, I wasn’t buying that shit.

  “If the shit still fucking with you then just say it. I won’t be mad,” I let her know.

  I wanted her to be able to talk to me about anything. I didn’t want us to not be able to communicate about shit that bothered us. I was a guy that liked shit right from the jump, instead of waiting until in the middle of a relationship when someone was already stuck in their ways, to voice how I felt some shit should go down.

  Tucking her hair behind her ear, she gazed up at me as her eyes became moist but not once did a tear fall. Instead, she quickly whipped her head to face back towards the window.

  Standing up, I leaned across the table in the diner and placed my finger right under chin, to guide her back facing me. Not even saying anything, I kissed her and wiped the stray tear that managed to escape.

  “I got you,” I reminded her, and she smiled.

  “Alright so look, I have to fly back tonight. How you want to do this shit? I know you have cars and clothes and shit you want to take but all that shit is replaceable, or you can go over there right now, pack your shit and I schedule some delivery drivers or someone to drive that shit all the way to Texas. That way you can fly out when I do,” I let her know.

  I didn’t see any reason for her to be out here any longer than she had to be. She could really say fuck all that shit.

  “I really do want my stuff. I worked hard for it,” she expressed.

  “Alright, get up; let’s go,” I told her, throwing two twenties down to pay for the meal and leave a tip.

  “What, where are we going?” She shot up, confused.

  “Listen, I’m not about to sit around here and leisure around. We about to go there, pack your shit up and schedule a delivery truck and whatever else you need, but what I am not about to do is play this waiting game.” I looked at her firmly as she stood there nibbling on her lip.

  “Sawyer… I just.”

  “Nah, I don’t want to hear all that Brynlee. So, what you want to do?” I asked.

  I liked Brynlee a lot and I wanted her to come back to Texas with me when I left because I didn’t trust shit about her being in the same state as that nigga. And plus, I had already been emptying my feelings to her ass and I would hate to leave here, get to Texas and it go back to the way it was. Because listen, if she pulled another stunt like she had when she upped and left to be with a nigga that didn’t even see her worth, then she deserved what the outcome was.

  Without saying a word, she walked out of the building with her head down. She didn’t give me extra lip, attitude or none of what I expected of her. That’s how I knew she wasn’t herself right now and even though I sounded like an asshole, I had to put my foot down with Brynlee.

  Pulling up to the house that he and she shared, I had to admit it wasn’t half bad. It was a nice family brick home in a nice little area.

  “Can you just sit out here while I go inside please?” she questioned.

  “That’s cool, but the moment I feel like some other shit is going down, I’m getting my ass out of this car and coming inside. No knocking, no nothing,” I let her know, and she shook her head up and down.

  “Thank you so much,” she stated lowly as she reached for the car handle.

  “Aye Brynlee, everything will be ok.” I leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her lips parted and she smiled widely as she got out and went to the back of the car to get the boxes that we had stopped and gotten so that she could pack her things up.

  I then watched her as she carried them up the sidewalk and went into the home. I literally held my breath as I tried to listen to one ounce of yelling, but so far everything was cool. I really didn’t want her to go in there by herself, but I respected her boundaries.

  While she was in there, I pulled my phone out and hit my people so that they could do all that shit for me, for Brynlee. I then sent them the address to where they would need to pick up Brynlee’s boxes and her car because we were currently in a rental car.

  “Troy move…” I heard Brynlee’s voice as the door opened then slammed shut. That was all a nigga needed. I already wanted to beat the fuck out of his ass anyway for the trifling shit that he had done.

  Getting out the car, I pulled my pants up and I took long strides towards the door. I twisted the door knob but I guess he must’ve locked it.

  I knocked on the door first, trying not to fuck up his shit and all, but he was trying my patience.

  “Open up the fucking door,” I roared, getting ready to kick this bitch down.

  Seeing that I could still hear them going back and forth with each other and no one was opening the door, I stepped back a few feet then raised my leg and began to kick down the door.

  Bam. Bam. Bam.

  I watched the door come right off of the hinges and fall to the floor, making a loud thud. I walked right over the bullshit and headed towards where I heard all the commotion.

  “What the fuck,” I roared as I walked into the room and seen that this nigga had lost his fucking mind.

  Brynlee

  Who knew that walking away from someone who had done you wrong would come with so much extra shit? How? It wasn’t like I was the reason I left the first time; it was actually Troy’s fault. However, I came back to his ass and he still managed to stab me right in the heart. Damn near killing me from the way my heart ached when I saw the chick with his child.

  Yet, here he was still finding a way as to why I couldn’t leave. As he stood before me with a gun pointed right at me, I was shaking like a fucking wet dog in the winter. I couldn’t believe it had come down to this.

  “This has nothing to do with you. Go back to Texas where the fuck you came from,” Troy’s voice trembled as he pointed the gun nervously from me to Sawyer.

  Sawyer was standing in the doorway of our room, looking like he was ready to kill Troy. I knew it had to anger him to have a man point a gun at him, even though this had probably happened more times than I knew.

  It was crazy how judgmental and hard I was on him for his drama and here we now stood in the middle of mine. All because this man couldn’t just let me leave.

  “I don’t know how shit work where you from but where I’m from when you pull that bitch, you better use that mothafucka,” Sawyer hissed, taking a step closer to where Troy stood.

  “Come closer and I’m shooting.” Troy shook the gun at Sawyer.

  You could tell that Troy was never about this life. The way that he nervously held the gun and the fright in his eyes, let us know he was only doing this because he was scared of one, losing me and now, Sawyer.

  “Troy, please don’t do this. Just put the gun down. Please,” I begged as I held a shirt in my hand. It was the same one that I had tried to throw in the box of clothes I was trying to pack.

  Things didn’t even have to get this deep. When I first walked into the house, Troy was sitting down on the sofa with the TV on, he had a bottle of Jack in his hands and he just seemed zoned out.

  When he saw that it was me, he hopped up and began to beg for my forgiveness and for me not to leave him, but I expressed to him that I had to go and that he needed to give me time. I needed to get away from him, if he ever wanted another chance with me.

  Well, I thought that everything was good. He walked away and let me go to the room. I began packing my shit and around ten minutes later he came into the room, screaming how I wasn’t going anywhere. How I wasn’t about to leave him for another man.

  The argument got heated and out of nowhere he retrieved a gun. One that I had never known him to have out of all the years that we had been together.

  “Don’t fucking beg his ass. That nigga is either going to pull that fucking
trigger or get ready to get his ass laid the fuck out.” Sawyer’s words were firm and calm. He spoke with so much venom and authority that I knew he wasn’t playing no fucking games.

  I knew Sawyer was about this life and staring down the barrel of a gun was nothing new for him, but I didn’t know how far Troy would take it. Yeah, he was scared, but it was always the scary ones that would pull the trigger.

  “So, Brynlee, you really about to leave me and go be with this nigga?” Troy’s voice cracked as his arm trembled, but he kept the gun on Sawyer.

  “Don’t say shit Brynlee,” Sawyer warned me, right as I opened my mouth to at least try to ease the tension that was in the room.

  “You’re not leaving me for him. I’ll kill him and you,” Troy seethed as he pulled the trigger.

  Pow!

  The gun went off but because Troy had never pulled a gun before, his aim was all off and he missed Sawyer.

  “Freeze, the police.” The police rushed in right when Sawyer was coming up off the ground from dodging a bullet.

  The police now had their guns pointed at Troy and of course, he quickly dropped the gun and put his hands in the air.

  “Ol’ scary ass nigga,” Sawyer mumbled as he looked at Troy who was now being brought down to his knees and hands cuffed behind his back.

  Trembling and heart racing, I covered my mouth and cried silently. I was shook up and I really needed to get as far away from New York as I could. I didn’t even want none of the shit that I had in here. I wanted a fresh start. I didn’t want to be reminded of anything about Troy after what he had just done.

  As the police walked Troy out of the house with his head down, Sawyer stood next to me with his arms wrapped around me as I explained to the police what had happened.

  Sawyer didn’t really talk much. He had told the police he wasn’t no snitch and that he didn’t fuck with them like that, so they questioned me about everything.

  Everything had finally calmed down and Sawyer and I were left in the house by ourselves. Everything was a wreck and I just wanted to grab a few things, put them in my suitcase and just leave. Fuck all that extra shit.