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  Forever With His Boss

  Amber Falls Book 2

  Rheland Richmond

  Copyright © 2020 Rheland Richmond

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are a product of the author’s imagination. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, is pure coincidence. As are any similarities to any businesses, events or locations.

  All products and brand names mentioned are registered trademarks of their respective holder and or company. I do not own the rights to these, nor do I claim to.

  Cover Art: Cosmic Letterz

  Editing: Ann Attwood Editing and Proofreading Service

  Proofreading: Alphabitz Editing

  Beta Reading: Megan Dischinger

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  Author’s Notes

  This book came to me one day when I was writing another story entirely.

  It was a light bulb moment that Ford and Sawyer needed their whole story and I quickly scribbled down the idea.

  Over a year later here we are.

  Every book requires a few people to make it shine:

  Beau, this book would not be what it is without your input.

  Skyler for talking me off the ledge a lot.

  Megan because after being in a book for so long you need fresh eyes,

  Contents

  1. Ford

  2. Sawyer

  3. Ford

  4. Sawyer

  5. Ford

  6. Sawyer

  7. Ford

  8. Sawyer

  9. Ford

  10. Sawyer

  11. Ford

  12. Sawyer

  13. Ford

  14. Sawyer

  15. Ford

  16. Sawyer

  17. Ford

  18. Sawyer

  19. Ford

  20. Sawyer

  21. Ford

  22. Sawyer

  23. Ford

  24. Sawyer

  25. Ford

  26. Sawyer

  27. Ford

  28. Sawyer

  29. Ford

  30. Sawyer

  31. Ford

  32. Sawyer

  33. Ford

  34. Sawyer

  35. Ford

  36. Sawyer

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek - Unedited

  Also by Rheland Richmond

  About the Author

  1

  Ford

  Sunlight filtered through the blinds and lit up Sawyer’s perfect skin. The urge to stroke his body almost won, but Ford wanted to simply lay there and stare a little while longer. The world was quiet and still. His heart sped up as the man he loved slept right beside him. His deep breathing, in and out, was almost hypnotic.

  Ford’s eyes traced every inch of a still-sleeping Sawyer’s face, and he couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his lips. It was probably super cheesy watching your boyfriend sleep, but he honestly didn’t care. The fact that Sawyer was actually his made him want to stand on top of a rooftop and scream so everyone knew it.

  “Are you going to keep watching me sleep?” Sawyer’s voice was all deep and gruff from his slumber and sounded even sexier—not like he needed any help in that department.

  “You are very nice to look at.” His eyes travelled down to Sawyer’s exposed chest, and he couldn’t help licking his lips. His man was gorgeous. A light dusting of fine, dark hair spread out under Sawyer’s collarbone, then trailed between his firm pecs to form the happy trail that made its way down his washboard abs, hidden at the moment by the sheet. Ford thought he had the most lickable nipples. “Plus, if you know I’m watching you, you’re technically not sleeping.”

  “Is that all I am? Eye candy?” Sawyer’s tone was serious, but his beautiful grey eyes danced, betraying his true emotions. At the same time he spoke, he pushed the duvet down, putting his naked body fully on display.

  Ford lifted his gaze to meet Sawyer’s, and his breath caught at the look in his eyes. He followed Sawyer’s movement as his hand wrapped around his hard cock, and like a hypnotist, he had Ford’s full attention.

  “When it’s such amazing eye candy, can you blame me?” Ford swallowed and bit his lips just thinking about the feel of Sawyer’s thick cock stretching him, the feel of Sawyer’s weight covering his body, the man’s taste on his tongue. “Besides, showing off like that? I think you want me to look, babe.”

  Sawyer’s voice deepened, and he crooked a finger. “Come here.”

  Ford didn’t have to be asked twice. He crawled until he was straddling Sawyer’s hips.

  “I wish you didn’t have to go.” Ford lowered himself so he was chest to chest with Sawyer.

  “I know, love”—Sawyer’s arms wound around him—“but I need to go and sort a few things out. I was supposed to go back to New York for Christmas, then again at New Years. It’s February in two days… I think Mark is about to send a rescue party.”

  “I know.” Didn’t mean he had to like it.

  Ford loved when Sawyer called him love. It made him feel all gooey inside because it wasn’t just a throwaway word. When he said it, Sawyer meant it.

  “I know.” He lifted his head so he could look Sawyer in the eye. “It’s just…” He put his head back on Sawyer’s chest and listened to his heart beating. The steady thump-thump soothed him. “I’ll miss you.”

  Sawyer’s arms tightened around him. “Me too, love. Me too. But I’ll only be gone a couple of weeks, then I’ll be back here as my permanent home base.”

  “And are you… do you think…?” Ford’s voice trailed off, not sure he wanted to finish his question. He didn't want to sound needy. He wasn’t usually clingy, but Sawyer turned him into an octopus, and he wanted to hold on with all his limbs.

  “Besides, you’ll be busy. Don’t forget, you need to find an office space for us. Plus, all Larry’s requests need to be reviewed, and he needs closer supervision.” He paused for a moment before adding in as an afterthought, “Oh, and a place for me to live.” Sawyer’s hand trailed up and down his spine.

  He raised his head from Sawyer’s chest. “Why would you have to get a place? My parents offered you the ‘in-law’ cottage out back.”

  “Yeah, but are you sure you want me in your pocket so much? We just got started.” Sawyer’s eyes closed, and his chest moved as he breathed in deeply before releasing it. “I don’t want to screw this up.”

  Ford placed a hand on Sawyer’s cheek. “You won’t… we won’t, babe. I don’t need space from you, besides there’s a mile between us and the cottage, so technically, we won’t be living together.”

  “I just thought maybe we need to follow all the steps relationships take. I don’t want you to get sick of me.” Sawyer ducked his chin looking away for a moment. When their eyes met again, Ford’s pulse raced at the look in them, and he did what was natural, leaning in for a kiss.

  Sometimes his confident man showed parts of himself that had Ford wanting to hug him and tell him that he wasn’t going anywhere. Sawyer was more vulnerable than he would ever admit, and Ford was so grateful that he got to see that side of him. His boyfriend didn’t need to worry because Ford would hop a train, plane, and automobile to be with him.

  “I could never get sick of you. I want to know everything I can about you.” He touched their foreheads together, hold
ing Sawyer’s gaze. “I’m not going anywhere, babe.”

  “Promise?” Sawyer’s eyes held his, so full of trust that he hoped he never broke.

  Sawyer wasn’t the most demonstrative, but with him, he was getting better. He tried. And Ford loved him more for it.

  “I promise.” And it was a solemn vow.

  Ford quickly sat up, reached behind him, and grabbed Sawyer’s hard shaft. A low moan escaped from Sawyer’s lips as the head of his cock—already wet from leaking precum—was used to tease and slick his rim. His whole body broke out in goose bumps of anticipation. He loved that they dispensed with condoms after they’d gone over to Denver to get tested.

  There was a clinic in town, but since he didn’t want his business to spread around Amber Falls in five minutes or less, they’d decided to make the trip to the larger city.

  Ford was already stretched from the night before, so he held Sawyer’s gaze as he slowly lifted himself and then sank down on Sawyer’s cock. Their joint moans were the only sounds in the room as Sawyer’s cock stretched him until he was fully seated.

  “Fuck,” Sawyer cursed. His hands on Ford’s hips tightened.

  Ford shivered as he lifted himself up and Sawyer’s tip hit his prostate just right. Sawyer’s grip on his hips tightened further, hard enough that there would be bruises, and for some reason, that only upped his arousal.

  Ford rose up and lowered himself again onto Sawyer’s cock. His eyes widened, and a moan left his lips as Sawyer thrust upward to meet him. Every movement was a direct hit to his prostate. Their combined moans and grunts filled the room, and he was glad his parents were on the far side of the hall.

  The scent of arousal and sex filled the air as he rode Sawyer’s cock. Sweat slid down his back as Ford’s orgasm built. His balls tightened, and electricity shot down his spine.

  “More. Please. Please.” He was rambling, but Sawyer had fried his brain. Sawyer’s hips kept rising to meet each of his downward thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin and their mutual groans as they chased their orgasms only served to push him closer to the edge.

  Sawyer grabbed his ass, spreading him open wider, and thrust up deeper into him. Sawyer’s finger stretched his hole further, and the feeling went straight to his dick, making him leak even more precum.

  “Fuck. Fuck. So Good. Please.” Ford threw his head back and rode Sawyer like his life depended on it. The muscles in his legs screamed in protest, but he didn’t care. The lure of a spectacular release was right around the corner, and he would endure anything to get there.

  Ford had never been stretched so much; he was so full. Fuck. Every inch of him was stuffed with Sawyer, and he drowned in the pleasure that built in his stomach as words slipped from his lips that he never even heard. “So good. So good. Sawyer, more. I need you.” He clutched Sawyer’s shoulder, and his fingers left marks behind. “It’s too good!

  Sawyer lifted a hand to his chest and squeezed the tight bud of a nipple as his cock continued to nail Ford’s prostate. That feeling along with the fullness in his ass had Ford screaming as his orgasm ripped through his body and ropes of cum shot from his cock, painting Sawyer’s chest and abs.

  Sawyer fucked into him faster, and as the last waves of his orgasm coursed through him, Sawyer stilled and threw his head back before letting out a deep moan as his cum shot deep into Ford’s body.

  He collapsed on top of Sawyer, not caring about the cum between them, and whispered, “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

  Sawyer’s arms went around him, and he placed a kiss on Ford’s head before replying, “I’ll be back so fast, you won’t even know I’m gone.”

  “I’ll always know when you’re gone.” Ford trailed a finger down Sawyer’s side. He would never get tired of touching this man. “I won’t be able to sleep well until I have you next to me again.”

  “Me too, love. Me too.”

  He drew in a long breath and then let it out. Ford reminded himself that Sawyer would be back in ten days… He’d booked the ticket, and he could do ten days.

  2

  Sawyer

  Sawyer wished he could snap his fingers and have everything sorted out without having to leave Ford or Amber Falls. He didn’t want to go, and that was a first for him since he'd spent most of his adult life without roots. But the past few weeks with Ford and his parents, Barb and Doug, were the first taste of truly belonging Sawyer had since he’d lost his mom.

  Sure, he had Mark and Theresa and their twins, but for some reason, Sawyer was always quite aware that he was just a visitor with them. It wasn’t anything they did; it was all him. But it didn't change that here, he'd finally found a place that didn’t feel like he was the guest that had been invited over out of pity because he had nowhere else to go—okay, so it had started that way, but not anymore—and leaving was proving difficult.

  Still, Sawyer couldn’t hide out here much longer. He still had other investments in his portfolio to oversee, and he was pretty sure Mark was going to report him as a missing person if he didn’t show up at the office soon.

  The ski resort was his current project, but not his only one. He had to get back and make sure everything else was in order and running smoothly before he could come back to Ford.

  Sawyer inhaled in Ford's scent as he nestled his chin into the shorter man’s soft, blond hair, trying to get as much in his lungs and etched into his brain as he could to tide himself over. They stood there, arms around each other, while the town car waited a few steps away to take him to the airport, but separating himself from Ford was like having his tooth pulled with no anesthesia.

  Their foreheads touched, and he whispered, “I’ll be back just as soon as I can.”

  “Promise?” There was a small hitch in Ford's voice as he asked.

  Sawyer straightened and used his finger to lift Ford's head so his expressive blue eyes would meet his. “I promise.” He didn't add anything more because his throat was already tight. He hated that Ford was sad—it was obvious since Ford wore his heart on his sleeve—but there was a part of him that loved knowing there was someone sad he was leaving and would be waiting for him to come back.

  He leaned in, and Ford met him with a soft, yet passionate kiss. Ford released a soft moan, and it had Sawyer's body responding. It would be so easy to take him back to the room they'd just vacated and ravish him. It would be so easy to postpone his flight, yet again, and forget that he actually had a lot to do in New York. But Sawyer had a plan, and he needed to go back to put it in motion.

  He finally stepped back from Ford, and he missed having him in his arms immediately.

  When did you get so needy, Lancaster?

  “Bye.” Ford's voice was barely above a whisper. “Call me when you land.”

  “I will.” He would probably call Ford when he boarded, when he landed, and as many times as he could in between.

  For the first time in a long while, he didn't feel like he was all alone in the world.

  After a couple more “goodbyes,” “I’ll miss yous,” and several more kisses, Sawyer managed to walk over to the car. When he slid into the back seat and shut the door, his eyes immediately sought out Ford, and he pushed the button to roll the window down.

  Ford stood a couple of feet away, his hands in his coat pockets, and Sawyer wanted to open the door and pull Ford back into his chest, to feel that body he’d become so well acquainted with.

  The smile Ford shot him was shaky, and he gave Sawyer a small nod like he was telling him it was okay for him to leave, that he would be fine.

  Sawyer tapped the driver’s seat, giving him permission to drive on, and the car reversed away from the house that had welcomed him as though he was returning home. Sawyer would move heaven and earth to keep his promise of a speedy return.

  He'd told Ford that both he and Amber Falls were home now, and leaving the town drove in how very true that was. Not the least because his heart was staying behind.

  Ford had wanted to drive him to the air
port, but this was for the best. He refused to think about Ford driving back home in tears. Hell, Sawyer wasn't sure he would have gotten on the plane if he was faced with the sadness in Ford’s eyes at the airport.

  “This isn’t much better,” he muttered under his breath and leaned back against the car seat. Focus, Lancaster. You'll be back soon. Sawyer looked out the window, the passing cars a blur that did nothing to calm his mind.

  “Is everything alright, sir?” The driver’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” He turned back to the window. He wasn’t usually so abrupt, but Sawyer just wasn’t in the chatty mood.

  Sawyer tried to focus on the mental list of things that needed doing, mainly telling Mark that he would be moving to Colorado and opening a permanent office there once he’d sorted his business dealings on this trip.

  He probably should have his head checked for wanting to move his whole life after about six weeks with Ford, but he wasn't worried. Because he was hearing the same voice that had driven him to buy a dilapidated apartment building in New York, renovate it, and then flip it. It was also the same that said he should buy his first Subway franchise—his first of many—and led him to every other positive and profitable decision since.

  The door opening and the sound of an airport announcement jarred Sawyer out of his thoughts, finally noting they’d arrived. The driver moved to the trunk and got his luggage out. It wasn't the large suitcase he’d brought with him. Instead, it was a smaller rolling bag he'd borrowed from Ford, since Sawyer figured leaving his things in Amber Falls was more efficient. No point taking things to New York since he’d just have to bring it all back.