Bad Boys Escort Service Sawyer McCray Book 3

By Sally Lovell

Sawyer McCray works for the Bad Boys Escort Service. After losing his brother to a car accident, his life gets turned up side down. He starts using cocaine and alcohol to lessen the grief. He promised his brother to protect and care for his only son. He hits rock bottom in his life. Will he be able to climb back out and keep his promise to his dead brother?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sally Lovell
• Release date: Sep 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301391745

Sally Lovell

Live in small town in Michigan. Owned Hair and Tanning Salon for 15 years. Decided to try my hand at writing e-books. Which has been a trip. It is exciting and frustrating all in one. But I love it. With the help of my family, which is two teenage daughters and my husband and two dogs, they have been vary patient with me. It especially with all the frustration of the formatting of the book.

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Bad Boys Escort Service

Sawyer McCray Book 3

Sally Lovell

Bad Boys Escort Service

Sawyer McCray Book 3

Sally Lovell

Copyright 2013 Sally Lovell

Published by Sally Lovell at Smashwords

ISBN: 9781301391745

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Chapter 1

Sawyer McCray lays in bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for his head to clear before getting up. Every morning is the same, waiting for the drunk stupor to wear off, then the headache and awful feeling stomach will start. Sawyer sits up on the bed, rubbing his eyes and running his hands over his face. He sees the empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the floor.

Sawyer swings his legs over the side of the bed, and the headache hits instantly. He moans, rubbing his temples. Sawyer glances at the clock beside the bed; it is 12:30p.m. He pushes himself off the bed, stands on wobbly legs, and heads to the bathroom. As soon as he enters the bathroom, his stomach turns rotten.

Sawyer hurries to the toilet, kneeling on the floor, vomiting inside. He hurls a few more times until Jack Daniels is gone. He feels shaking from being sick. For the last few weeks, the morning routine has been the same, headache, rotten stomach, then vomiting. Sawyer has lost twenty pounds because of being sick.

Sawyer picks himself up off the floor, standing up. He turns the shower on, waiting for the water to get warm. He wraps his arms around his shaking body, trying to get warm. Sawyer climbs into the shower letting the hot water run over his body. His shivering finally stops as his body warms up. He grabs the soap bottle, squeezing a glob into his hand, lathering it up. He spreads the soap over his body and then rinses it off. He washes his hair, then turns off the water. Climbing out of the shower, he grabs a bath towel wrapping it around his hips.

Sawyer walks back into his bedroom, grabbing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, boxers, and socks. He slides on the boxers, then his jeans. Sawyer sits on the bed and pulls on his socks and then his t-shirt over his head. He stands back up and opens his dresser drawer, grabbing his liquor flax. Sawyer walks over to his closet and opens it up. He reaches for the case of Jack Daniels he has hidden in the back of the closet, grabbing a bottle. Sawyer holds a new Jack Daniels bottle and opens it filling the flax with Jack. He puts the flax in the pocket of his jeans. He walks to the bathroom and looks in the mirror at himself.

Sawyer almost didn't recognize the man staring back at him. His green eyes are dull, lifeless, and bloodshot. His brown hair is longer than he usually wears, the back touching the collar of his shirt. He is now sporting long sideburns and the beginnings of a beard from not shaving in a few weeks. He grabs his toothpaste and begins to brush his teeth. After he is done, Sawyer looks back in the mirror, holding a comb and combing his hair. He used to care about how he looked, taking the time to shave and style his hair; now, he could care less. He walks out of the bathroom, making his way downstairs.

Sawyer is filled with a deep anger at losing his brother Bo. Life has dealt him three deaths in his family. The first two were his parents when he was twelve. The second one was his brother Bo, who was also his best friend.

Sawyer had moved back home to his parent's house. He hopes it will help with the anger issues he has been having lately. Bo has been dead for two weeks, and Sawyer goes to the cemetery daily. He needs to get back to work at the Bad Boys Escort service. Maybe sinking into a woman's nice warm body will ease the hurt he feels.

A bottle of Jack Daniels every night only eases the pain for the night. The pain is still there when he opens his eyes in the morning, feeling like shit. His brothers, Bronner, Grant, Westin, and Harley, have no idea he falls into bed every night stone drunk until he passes out.

He has been withdrawn from his family and friends for the last few weeks since Bo's death. Sawyer knows his brothers also miss Bo, but Sawyer just can't seem to function from the deep sorrow he feels at losing his brother and best friend. He also knows Bo would disapprove of drinking himself into a stupor every day and night. He figures maybe if he goes back to work, the hurt might lessen.

Sawyer quietly walks down the stairs. He stops at the landing, waiting to hear if his brothers are in the kitchen. Sawyer doesn't want to talk to them or anybody else for that matter right now. He doesn't hear them, so he moves further into the kitchen, grabbing his boots by the front door. Sitting down on the chair, Sawyer pulls his boots on. Standing up, he walks to the front door, grabbing his car keys from the key ring holder.

Sawyer walks out of the house, quickly walking to his car, hoping Grant and Westin are out in the barn, not seeing him. Opening the door of his car, climbing inside. Sawyer starts the car and backs out of the driveway. He takes a deep breath once he is out of the driveway onto the road, not running into his brothers.

Sawyer is heading to the Bad Boys Escort service office, where he has worked since he was 20. His brothers also work there; Bronner, the oldest, is no longer an escort because he recently got married; Grant, Westin, Harley, and he still work as escorts. Bo had quit before the accident since he was also getting married and had a baby on the way.

Sawyer has to go to the office to pick up the information for his date tonight. He pulled into the parking lot and parked his car. Sawyer pulls the flask out of his front pocket, unscrewing the cap with shaky hands. He takes a couple of swigs from the flax, feeling the burn of Jack Daniels as it goes down his throat. He sits in his car for a few minutes waiting for his body to stop shaking. Sawyer takes a deep breath and exhales, opening the car and climbing out. He locks the car doors.

Sawyer strolls to the building, opening the glass door and walking inside. Carrie, the office manager, is sitting at her desk. She looks up, seeing Sawyer walking through the door. She thought he was looking a little rough around the edges since Bo passed away. Jack has told her Sawyer is having a rough time over Bo's death.

Carrie notices his hair is longer than he usually wore, and his face isn't even clean-shaven. He has kind of bushy sideburns and a short beard that is untrimmed and scruffy. His eyes are also bloodshot and dull looking. His green eyes are lifeless looking. His jeans are hanging from the weight he has lost. The once vibrant handsome, easy-going man looked haggard. Sawyer walks up to Carrie's desk with no expression on his face.

Hey Carrie, I came in to see if I have any clients today, Sawyer states, looking at her.

Hello Sawyer, I have a client scheduled for you tonight at 9:00p.m. You are hired for a birthday present, Carrie replies, smiling.

Great, I need the distraction. What is the client's name? Sawyer asks.

The client's name is Darcy Smith. It is her 25th birthday, Carrie says. Her friends are the ones that hired you. So I really don't have any specifics of what you are supposed to do.

Great, sounds like it could be a fun night, Sawyer replies.

Sawyer, how are you doing? Carrie asks with concern. Sawyer shrugs his shoulders, seeing the concern on her face. He really hates seeing the pity on people's faces for him; it should be for Bo, who left a fiancé and an unborn baby behind.

I am alive. My brother and best friend aren't, so I am not sure how to answer, Sawyer states, not wanting to talk about this subject.

How is Jennifer doing? Carrie asks.

I would assume the same as me. Jennifer and the baby are doing fine, I guess.

Well, I am glad you are back working. Time heals the heart. Jack is in his office if you want to pop in and say hi, Carrie says sincerely.

I don't know about that. I just live day by day right now, Sawyer replies drily and ignores the part about Uncle Jack. He didn't want to see him either. Everybody thinks their words will help him, but they don't.

You will heal; the hurt will lessen in time, Carrie says softly.

Where is the client's party? Sawyer asks, changing the subject.

202 Oakley Lane, Darcy has long blonde hair with brown eyes. She is about 5'2. That is all I have on her description, Carrie replies.

Thanks, I am going to head out, Sawyer says, turning on his heel, heading to the exit door quickly before Carrie can ask any more personal questions.

Carrie sighs, seeing the sorrow on Sawyer's face. She hopes he will heal soon. He just isn't the same Sawyer. The old Sawyer was fun-loving, funny, happy, and compassionate.

Sawyer climbs into his car and pulls onto the road. He drives to the cemetery, parking his car on the side of the drive. Sawyer climbs out, walking toward the fresh grave with no grass. The headstone was finally set up. Sawyer reaches out, caressing the marble headstone with his hand. It is black marble in the shape of a heart with Bo's picture.

The headstone has Bo's full name, birthday, death day, and poem, Always in your heart, picture me as I was, full of life and love. Although not with you now, I'm watching from above. I know how much you miss me, and I miss you too. It was my time to leave, as each of us will do. Although not in your arms, I'm always in your heart. The precious love we shared means we're never far apart, Sawyer sits down on the ground staring at the headstone, feeling so empty.

Damn, Bo, I fucking miss you. I know I say this to you every day. You are probably up there wishing I would get fuck on with my life and leave you alone. I just am not ready to leave you alone yet. You were there holding me all night the day our parents died, and the day we had to move in with Uncle Jack, Sawyer says, wiping the tears from his eyes.

I went the other day and watched your fucking car go through the vehicle crusher. Not too much to crush since you had already done most of it in the accident. I was glad to see it get crushed even though I know you loved that car. It was your pride and joy, fucking car, Sawyer says, reaching into his pocket to grab the flask. He unscrewed the top, taking a couple of swallows, feeling the burn of Jack Daniels.

Well, I am going back to work tonight; not sure how I feel about it. I will be a birthday present for some girl who turned 25. I have to go back so people will quit fucking asking how I am fucking doing. Damn Bo, I am so fucking angry at you for fucking dying on me. That is not how shit was supposed to go down. I am fucking alive, but you are laying in a fucking cold casket six fucking feet underground. Two weekends ago would have been your fucking wedding, but no, you had to go get fucking get killed. Now your fucking baby is going to grow up without a fucking father just like we did. Fuck Bo!

Sawyer tipped the flask to his mouth, drank the rest of it down, and emptied it. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He puts the flask back in his front pocket. Sawyer stands up, feeling agitated now.

I am leaving now, Bo, because I feel pissed off at you. I don't want to do something stupid like kick your headstone over. I still love you. Goodbye for now, Sawyer says, walking away from the grave.

Sawyer walks to his car, climbing inside; the clock on the dash reads 6:00p.m. He stops at LaRaido's for a drink and burger before going to the party, not wanting to return home. Sawyer drives into the parking lot, parking his car. He climbs out of the car and walks to the entrance door, opening it up. The bar is crowded, and the music is blaring. The smell of beer and liquor fills his nose. Sawyer sits down at the end of the bar.

Hello, Sawyer, what can I get you? Christy asks, smiling.

I will have a double shot of Jack Daniels on the rocks. Can I also get a cheeseburger and fries, Sawyer says. Christy nods her head, grabbing the bottle of Jack and pouring it into a glass for him.

Sure can; I will put your order in, Christy says, smiling, putting the drink down in front of him.

Thank you, Christy, please keep the Jack refilled, Sawyer says, picking it up and taking a swallow, drinking half of it.

He listens to the music and watches the hockey game on the TV above the bar area. He drinks the other half of Jack and holds his glass up to Christy. She comes over to refill his glass. Sawyer turns around on the bar stool and watches the customers out the dance floor line dance.

He always liked to come in here and line dance with Alisa. She also left him. Alisa had to gotten stupid over his brother Bronner falling in love with him. Then she became obsessed with Bronner doing mean things to his wife now, Jackie. Alisa is now in prison for attempted murder for putting a knife to Jackie's throat over jealously. Sawyer shakes his head over the memory, grabbing his drink and taking another swig.

Here is your food, Sawyer, Christy says, putting the plate on the counter in front of him. Sawyer swings his chair back around.

Thank you, Christy, Sawyer says, grabbing the burger and taking a bite.

Sawyer realizes this is the only thing he has eaten today since he had gotten up. His stomach growls why he is eating. Sawyer quickly eats the burger and fries while watching the hockey game. He finishes his drink and holds the glass up again for Christy. She quickly comes back to refill it.

How's your burger? Christy asks, smiling.

Great, thanks, Sawyer replies, shoving the last of the burger in their mouth.

Sawyer, I am sorry to hear about your brother Bo passing away, Christy says sincerely.

Thanks, Sawyer replies, not looking at her, not wanting to see the sympathy in her eyes.

He takes another swallow of Jack. Christy moves to the other end of the bar. Sawyer continues to watch the hockey game. Christy refills his glass four more times after that. Sawyer looks at his watch; it is now 8:45 p.m. Sawyer takes the last swallow of Jack and slides off the bar stool, standing up. He grabs his wallet, tossing money on the counter for his bill and a tip for Christy.

Sawyer makes his way to the exit door, waving to Christy as he walks out. She watches him walk out the door, thinking he probably shouldn't be driving after putting away a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. Walking out to his black 69 Dodge Charger, he opens the door and climbs inside. He grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels under the seat, putting it next to him.

Sawyer throws the car into gear and squeals the tires out of the parking lot. He heads to the address Carrie had given him earlier, drinking more Jack on the way. Breaking every speed limit on the way, Sawyer didn't care if he got pulled over or not giving a shit about anything except drinking to dull the pain.

Sawyer finds the address Carrie had given him; there are about 20 cars parked in the driveway and yard. Pulling up and parking on the side of the road, Sawyer climbs out of the car, locking it. He throws the empty bottle of Jack Daniels in the ditch. Sawyer walks up the driveway to the front door. He can hear the music blaring and knocks on the door.

The door opens, revealing a small petite woman with a pixie face. She has big brown eyes and long blonde hair hanging to her ass. She is small and attractive, standing only up to Sawyer's chest. She is wearing a leopard print tube dress, molding to her small curves like a second skin. Her shoes match the print on her dress.

Hello, beautiful; I am here to see Darcy Smith, Sawyer says with a huge smile.

Darcy's eyes widen, seeing the handsome man standing in the doorway asking for her. Sawyer stands 6'0ft tall, wearing black jeans that show off his long legs and slim hips. The royal blue V-neck t-shirt with a leather blazer he is wearing emphasizes his broad shoulders. His green eyes are framed by long black eyelashes and a chiseled jaw with dimples covered with the beginnings of a beard. His dark brown hair hangs just above the collar in waves. Darcy bites her bottom lip staring at the gorgeous man in front of her.

I am Darcy, she says with a huge smile.

Sawyer McCray, I am your birthday present from your friends, pretty lady, Sawyer says, smiling.

Wow, seriously, can't believe they remembered who I picked out for a present. You are one hot man. Darcy says, licking her lips. Sawyer laughs. He is feeling pretty good after eating and drinking at the bar and then drinking some more on the way here.

Thank you, Darcy. You are stunning yourself, Sawyer says, smiling.

Please come in. I am celebrating my 25th birthday, Darcy says, stepping aside so he can come in.

Well, Happy Birthday! Sawyer says, walking thru the doorway.

Thank you, my best friend Tiara hired you for my birthday present, Darcy says with a huge smile as she flips her long hair over her shoulder.

Great, you can unwrap me whenever you are ready, Sawyer says seductively, giving her a suggestive wink of his eye.

Darcy smiles back. She is already horny just looking at him. He is so fucking hot and big next to her. She needs to get a drink to cool herself off.

Would you like something to drink? Darcy asks as they move further inside the house.

Jack on the rocks will be good if you have it, Sawyer replies, looking around the house at all her friends.

The house is crowded with her friends, mingling or dancing to the loud music. He follows her to the make-shift bar area in the corner of the room. Her friends openly stare at him as he follows her checking him out or sizing him up. Darcy grabs the bottle of Jack Daniels, pouring the amber liquid into a large glass.

Sawyer watches two women move over next to Darcy and whisper into the ear while staring at him. Darcy nods her head and laughs. The two women walk away, staring at him, so he gives them a wink. They smile back at him. This party reminds Sawyer of a frat party from college. Everybody is standing around drinking, flirting, talking, and dancing. It is so loud in the house you could hardly have a conversation without yelling in each other's ear.

Sawyer, how long have you been an escort? Darcy asks curiously, leaning close so Sawyer can hear her.

I think about six years, Sawyer says, leaning down to her ear.

Damn, you must be good at your profession.

I am, Sawyers says, grinning widely.

Do you want to dance? Darcy asks, smiling.

Sure, you are, after all, the birthday girl, Sawyer states, taking a drink.

Drink up, Darcy says, putting her glass to her lips and drinking down the glass. Sawyer smiles and does the same thing. The amber liquid burns his throat as he drinks down the whole glass. He is feeling pretty good now but not drunk yet, just on edge.

Darcy grabs his hand, leading him to the other room where the music is playing. There is some hip-hop shit playing that Sawyer really didn't like. The hip hop music is the popular music of today. Sawyer prefers classic rock 80's.

As soon as Darcy pulls him to the room, she starts to grind against his leg. He bends his leg, and she moves her legs to his sides, grinding on him. Sawyer reaches out, putting his hands on her ass, pushing her onto his leg, so she is riding it. Her body moves to the beat of the music swaying her hips and then grinding. She starts to dry hump him. Turning around quickly, she backs her ass up against his groin.

Darcy moved her hips back and forth, ass rubbing against his cock. He reaches out, grabbing her hips, pulling her back nice and tight against his cock, and grinds against her. She bends forward slightly to tuck him in close to her ass.

Sawyer moves his hips faster to the music, rotating his hips and grinding. Darcy straightens her back to his chest, bringing her arms around his neck. He bends his head down, sucks her earlobe into his mouth then nibbles.

Sawyer runs his hands up and down the sides of her body while still grinding against her backside. Darcy's body trembles with desire. She feels so hot and sexy against Sawyer's big body. She loves the feel of him pressed against her backside. They keep dancing to the following three songs, making Darcy hornier as his hands run over her body.

Let's get some air and another drink, Darcy says, turning around in his arms and looking up.

Sound good. I am thirsty, Sawyer says, letting his hands drop from her warm little body. Darcy instantly misses the feel of his big hands on her.

Darcy grabs his hand into hers, pulling him over to the bar area. She holds another glass pouring Jack Daniels on the rocks, making herself a rum and coke, then hands Sawyer the glass smiling.

Thank you, Darcy, Sawyer replies, smiling, taking a swallow of Jack.

Damn, I am hot from dancing. By the way, Sawyer, you are a fucking hot dancer. Are you a stripper also? Darcy asks, smiling.

No, but I have had to strip a few times for clients as a request, Sawyer states, grinning.

Are you hired to fulfill a woman's fantasies?

Sure, sometimes, I aim to please or pleasure, Sawyer says, smiling, taking another drink from the glass.

I like the sound of that. I like to be pleased and pleasured, Darcy says seductively, staring at Sawyer with hunger in her eyes.

How can I please you right now? Sawyer asks, closing the gap between them.

I think I would like you to kiss me, Darcy replies, staring at his lips.

Sawyer reaches out, wrapping his arm around her tiny waist and pulling her towards him. Bending his head down, capturing her mouth with his. Sawyer slides his tongue inside of her waiting mouth. Their tongues slid against each other, tangling. He tastes the spiced run on her tongue.

Sawyer teases her with his tongue, sliding it against hers and then retreating. Sawyer sucks her tongue and bites it gently as she moans her pleasure in his mouth. He grabs her ass, squeezing it with his hand. Deepening the kiss, he holds her hand, putting it to the front of his jeans where she can feel the hard bulge. Her hand starts rubbing his cock through his jeans. He pulls his mouth from hers.

Do you like what you are feeling? Sawyer whispers in her ear.

Oh yeah, you are a big guy with a nice big package, Darcy says, looking up at him with desire-filled eyes.

Would you like to unwrap it? Sawyer whispers seductively in her ear.

Oh yeah, I want to suck it like a lolly pop, Darcy purrs.

Right now or somewhere more private, Sawyer whispers.

Private, Darcy says, smiling.

Darcy grabs his hand, leading him thru the crowd straight to her bedroom. Opening the door, pulling him thru the doorway into the bedroom, she closes the door behind them. Turning a small light on the dresser, Darcy opens the drawer, pulling out a vial. She digs around in the drawer, not finding what she is looking for.

Shit, Sawyer, will you go get us some drinks? Darcy says, putting the vial on the dresser.

Sure, what do you want? Sawyer asks, watching her curiously, knowing she has some kind of drug in the vial.

Spiced rum and coke, plus grab a couple of straws, Darcy replies, smiling.

Sawyer opens the door and walks out, closing it behind himself. Walking over to the bar area, he pours rum and coke into a glass for Darcy and Jack for himself. Grabbing a couple of straws and the drinks, he makes his way to the bedroom. Sawyer knocks on the door waiting for Darcy to open it for him.

Sawyer? Darcy asks thru the