“What are you doing here, Ash?” Sawyer asked, plopping himself down in a chair, spreading his legs wide, unashamed at the imprint of his hard dick between his legs. “You kind of interrupted something.”
I set my cup down on the table, moving to stand beside him. “I should ask you what you’re doing, Sawyer.” I stunned him by leaning down, giving him a good view of my chest. I watched his eyes fall to my breasts, resisting my urge to roll my eyes at him. “Did I see another girl with pink hair?”
He gave me another smirk. “Yeah, and unlike you, she lets me fuck her.” The words were meant to sting, and they did, a bit, but I was prepared for them. “She gets on her knees for me.” As if giving head and fucking were the only things needed in life.
Still leaning over him, I ran a hand down his chest, sluggish and slow, biting my lower lip. It was a gesture he noticed, and suddenly his eyes were not on my breasts but on my mouth. “Sawyer,” I whispered his name, “if I got on my knees for you, I don’t think you’d know what to do with me.”
“Why don’t we test it out?” he suggested, taking my hand and moving it to rest between his legs and touch his erection through his pants. “Get on your knees for me, Ash.”
I gave him a full-blown smile, taking my hand back as I lifted a leg, straddling him on the chair. My skirt rode up, and his hands found their way to my thighs. Beneath me, I could feel his hard-on, and I ground against it once, causing him to moan softly. “Now why would I do that when you already have a me?”
I had no idea how drunk he was, or if he was just buzzed, but I prayed he’d remember this in the morning.
“Does she taste how you think I taste?” I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear, “Does she move how I move and feel how I feel?” The tips of his fingers moved beneath my skirt, toying with my panties. I had one arm wrapped around his head, the other, my splinted hand, set aside.
He hadn’t even asked me about it. The dick.
I increased the pressure as I ground down on him, hearing him moan right into my ear. “Tell me what you want,” I begged him, the urgency plain in my voice. Feeling his hard dick under me, the way his hands gripped me firmly, even in his inebriated state, it would’ve been easy to forget my plan, to forget all about the other girl with pink hair.
But I couldn’t. I was me, after all.
“I want you,” Sawyer murmured, one of his hands leaving my thigh as he grabbed my face and brought our mouths together. He kissed me with heated passion, warmth flooding the area between my legs as I continued to grind against him. His other hand found its way up my shirt, beneath my bra, tweaking my nipple.
Oh, things escalated fast with a guy like him.
I broke the kiss to say, “You can’t have me.”
“Why?” he demanded, grabbing the back of my head and forcing my lips back to his.
I let our mouths linger for a while, feeling his tongue push its way into my mouth, wanting to give in but knowing I couldn’t. Giving in wasn’t part of the plan. This douche needed to be taken down a peg. The last time I was at one of his parties, I kneed him in the nuts. This time? This time I was going for something a bit more dramatic.
“Because,” I murmured, breaking our kiss only to have him once again take charge, push us back together. I stopped grinding, taking his lower lip between my teeth. Such tender flesh, really. He was a fool for letting me get this close. I bit down hard, as hard as I could.
It only took a second, and by the time the pain registered in his head, it was already done.
I practically jumped off him, shooting him a glare as I watched him wince and grab his lip. “Because you can’t cheat and still win the prize,” I told him, grabbing my cup and storming back in the house after fixing my skirt.
“You bitch,” he called after me, stumbling as he got to his feet to follow me. His words were a little bit slurred.
I entered the house, immediately finding the pink-haired girl in the kitchen, asking about Sawyer, to which a few of the people getting drinks pointed to me. I gave her my best smile as I walked up to her. She definitely noticed the pink ends in my hair, and I definitely noticed her instant glare.
I didn’t have time to stand there and talk to her; I had to get out before Sawyer came in, so I did the one thing I could. I tossed my drink at her, drenching her in whatever alcohol I’d picked up. I had no idea whether or not she deserved it, but I wanted to make a scene.
“I hope you know,” I told her, ignoring the fact that Sawyer had just come inside, holding onto his mouth, “that when he’s inside you, he’s thinking of me.” Blood seeped through his fingers; I’d gotten him good.
The girl’s mouth dropped, and she kept blinking, her arms extended as if I’d just dumped a load of ice water on her. She said nothing, and neither did anyone else in the kitchen. Even Sawyer watched—though he did a hell of a lot of glaring—as I spun and walked away.
I found Will near the base of the stairs. From his position, he probably saw the end of it. I grabbed his hand, tugging him along like a puppy. “Let’s go,” I said, pushing out. I only wished I could’ve videotaped that whole thing.
Sawyer was going to be pissed, but at least he’d be thinking of me. Better me than that other girl.
Those lips of his wouldn’t go anywhere for a while.
I smiled.
Chapter Fourteen – Travis
I didn’t think Ash would show up to another Sawyer party, at least not for a while, but when I saw her stroll into the house, followed shortly by William, I knew something was up. While she went off and disappeared into the kitchen, I found myself studying William.
Why would he come with her? Why the hell was he even still here? If he thought he’d lay claim to her…he was sorely mistaken.
William hung back by the hallway, looking out of place. His hazel stare moved to me when I approached him, and he frowned. The expression did not sit well on his face. “Travis,” he spoke my name like a curse word. “Great. You’re here, too.”
“You bet I am,” I said. “I never miss Sawyer’s parties. Something always happens.”
“Or you have to bail your friend out of jail.”
I laughed. As if we ever got arrested. “I am surprised to see you here, though.” I didn’t like fishing for information, but I could tell if I outright asked about Ash, William would shut this conversation down.
“I’m not here because I want to be,” he said, crossing his arms. He was bigger than me, but he wasn’t as muscular as Sawyer. Sawyer gave a new name to working out. William was impressive, but I bet I could still take him down if I had to.
William stopped himself from saying anything else as Ash appeared, carrying a red cup. She moved to the living room, trying to find someone. Sawyer? Me? I’d admit, I was intrigued. She looked like she had a plan. She eventually held out a finger, telling someone to come to her, and like magic, Sawyer found his way to her, leaving his pink-haired fuck toy. They went to the back, leaving the house.
“This is your fault,” William muttered.
“Mine?”
“You put that video on her phone. You showed her Sawyer with some other girl. She’s pissed.” William shook his head. “She’s been stewing about it for the last few days.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but I was, for the first time in a while, speechless. Was this her plan at revenge? Was this a punishment for Sawyer? My, my. My Ash and I were more alike than I thought. Continuously, she surprised me.
“I don’t know what she plans on doing,” William went on, oblivious to the wonder on my face and in my heart, “but she’s determined.”
Determined. I liked that in a woman.
“All I know is if Sawyer comes after her, I’ll…” William trailed off, and I focused on him. Was he saying he’d hurt him? William did seem like the type to steadfastly defend those he loved. Was Ash included in that number?
I didn’t like how he might care for her, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but say, “Don’t
worry. I’d never let Sawyer go after her.”
He looked at me then. “Why? She’s too good for you.”
Well, that I could readily agree with. Ash was definitely too good for me, and yet that didn’t stop me from wanting her, from craving to know how her body would feel under mine.
“Let me guess,” I said, narrowing my stare, “you think you’re good enough for her—or is it your brother you’re keeping her for?” I’d teach them all lessons if I had to. Whatever had happened to Declan was nothing compared to what I was capable of.
William was about to answer, looking like he wanted to swear at me, but it was at that moment when Ash stormed in the house and said something to Brooklyn. She threw her drink at her, dropped the cup, and headed in our direction. I stepped aside, blending into the crowd, watching as she grabbed William’s hand and left.
I turned my head, finding Sawyer standing near the back door, clutching the lower half of his face. Blood seeped between his fingers, and in a moment, he was rushing past me and heading up the stairs. Because I had to know what happened, because I was a deadly kind of curious, I followed him.
He went into the bathroom, and I stood in the hall, leaning on the door frame, watching as he removed his hand from his lip, revealing a nasty bite. Teeth marks and everything. Blood dripped down to his chin, landing in the sink.
“Looks bad,” I said, not even blinking as Sawyer’s hand curled into a fist and slammed against the mirror above the sink. The mirror shattered into pieces, falling down and cutting up his knuckles. I threw a quick glance around us, finding the other bedrooms were shut. No one was around us, save for the thumping music.
“I fucking hate that bitch,” Sawyer spoke, spitting out blood. He glanced at his knuckles, finding he was now bleeding more than he was mere moments ago, before he freaked out and punched the goddamn mirror.
My hands clenched into fists; I didn’t like hearing him call her that, but I let it slide. It was one of the hardest things I had to do in a while. “No,” I said. “You don’t, and that’s the problem.” If this little incident would help Sawyer realize Ash wasn’t his and would never be his, then good. Because she wasn’t, and she wouldn’t.
“Fuck her,” Sawyer muttered, shooting a glare my way. His glare did not have the impact it should have due to the bleeding bite on his lower lip. “Fuck her.” This time he said it with more gusto, a deeper intensity. This time, I met his glare with one of my own.
“Let me guess,” I started, making sure to show him I was unimpressed with his outburst. “This isn’t the end of it.”
“Of course it’s not the end of it,” he hissed, spitting into the sink again. “It’s not the end of it until fucking I say it’s the end of it!” His voice rose until he was shouting, and I managed to smile. She’d done a number on his lip. The scabs would be ugly.
“Maybe you should take something to relax,” I suggested, knowing damn well the line I was crossing. Sawyer and temptation never did well. All it took was planting the seed, and he would sow it unknowingly.
“Fuck off,” Sawyer said, pushing past me and going into his bedroom. I heard him yelling at the people getting intimate, and it was but a few moments before a guy and a girl…and another guy, scurried off, hurriedly trying to fix their clothes. He slammed the door closed, and I stood there, trying not to laugh.
This…this was kind of fun, although I did worry that he’d try to get back at her. That was not something I’d allow.
Another girl walked up the stairs, and I turned my head to see that it was Brooklyn, drenched in sticky alcohol. She did not look happy. As she walked past me to get into the bathroom, she said, “That bitch is going down.” Just like Sawyer, she slammed the door, not even questioning about the broken mirror.
I heard the shower start, and I frowned to myself.
Ash’s plan might’ve backfired, but she needn’t worry, because I’d take care of it. My girl could play and ruin lives however the fuck she wanted, and these two idiots were not going to lift a finger against her, I’d make sure of it.
Chapter Fifteen – Ash
My heart beat in my chest like a wild animal, threatening to burst from its cage. I dragged Will to the sidewalk in front of Sawyer’s house, tossing one last look at the big white house before we went. The look Sawyer had given me was murderous. Absolutely murderous, and it made me happy. I wanted him to be upset, I wanted him to hate himself for letting me get that close…
But it was only the beginning of what I had in store for him.
“Oh, man,” I chuckled, glancing at Will. “That was…it went better than I thought.” I ran my tongue over my teeth, tasting a bit of metal. Blood. Sawyer’s blood. I swallowed it down, giddy like a schoolgirl.
“He seemed pretty pissed,” Will commented, and we stopped before crossing the four-lane road to return to campus.
“He was,” I spoke, grinning. My hand tightened around his. “He was so pissed, it was great.”
Will said nothing as he looked down at our hands.
Right. I should let him go. We didn’t need to hand-hold all the way back to the dorm. Talk about awkward…but when I tried to release his hand, his fingers remained firmly around mine. He wasn’t letting me go.
“I don’t like that you’re mixed up with them,” Will whispered, his hazel stare looking dark under the night sky. We stood near no street lamps, so shadows danced across his face every time a car drove by. He was just stating how he felt, and yet I prickled.
He was not trying to tell me what to do, and yet I went off.
“And I don’t like you judging me for being mixed up with them,” I shot back, trying to pull my hand back, but he refused to let go. “I’m only involved with them because of Declan, remember?”
Who the hell was he to piss on my high? I was feeling good until now.
“It never ends with them,” Will said.
“I don’t care,” I said, once again tugging my hand. “Let me go.”
He gave me a strange look. “No.”
I would’ve given him a smack to the chest if I would’ve had a good second hand. As it was, my other hand was splinted still, and I didn’t want to risk slowing the healing process, so I settled for glaring. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean,” Will said, holding onto my hand with an intensity that almost hurt. “I don’t know how Declan does it. Live with you. See you every day and not…”
When he said nothing more, I asked, “Not what?”
“Not do this,” he muttered, releasing my hand…only to grab my face and kiss me. His strong hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to his, and I was completely caught off-guard, my eyes wide open when his mouth met mine, kissing me with a fervor I wasn’t prepared for. He pulled his lips off mine only an inch, his breath hot on my face, a stark contrast to the cool night air. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he added.
“No,” I agreed, and yet my no came out weak.
His fingers intertwined in my hair, his wide shoulders hunched toward me. I found myself leaning toward him, not from him, not away from him as I knew I should. “And I shouldn’t do this, either,” he murmured, his eyes closing.
This time, this time I was prepared. This time I’d expected his lips. This time…this time I kissed him back. Unlike my exchange with Sawyer, this was real. This wasn’t planned. This was heated passion neither of us could fight. Two people, coming together, our actions saying more than words ever could.
The rational side of my mind chimed in: I shouldn’t be kissing him. He was Declan’s brother. Then it was time for the irrational side to say: I don’t care. He’s hot, nice, and everything a guy like Sawyer isn’t, and unlike Declan, he seems pretty available.
I wrapped my good arm around his neck, pressing the front of my body against his. I ran my tongue across his lower lip, and he moaned into the kiss, parting them to let my tongue play with his. Pure, sheer fire burned in my core, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my legs around him and tell him
to find us somewhere private.
That…would’ve been going too far. This was just a kiss. A wild, inappropriate, hunger-filled kiss, but just a kiss in the end. I’d cross no more lines tonight. This line was more than enough.
Will was the one to pull back, resting his forehead against mine, breathing out a shaky, ragged breath. His hands still held onto my face, but they did so with less gusto. His eyes were half-lidded slits, and his voice came out raspy, “That was bad, Ash.”
I didn’t think it was personally that awful, but…
“Declan’s going to kill me,” Will said, fully pulling from me. My face felt the loss of his hands immediately, and I resisted my urge to follow him, to lean myself against his muscular chest and let his frame block out the night wind.
“You’re going to tell Declan?” I asked, shocked. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it—no, wait. I knew I didn’t want Declan to know, because I knew it would hurt him. Which was insanely stupid, because I wasn’t Declan’s girlfriend. We weren’t together. I was allowed to kiss whoever I wanted to.
“I have to,” Will said, shrugging, as if he had no say in whether or not to tell him. “I just made out with the girl he likes.”
“And I don’t have a say in it?” I asked, slowly realizing just what Will said. “Wait. Declan likes me?” It wasn’t news to me, not really, but a part of me still had a hard time processing. “It’s because I remind him of her.” I couldn’t say why, but my rational brain side wanted to take center stage, now. Declan could only like me because of his history with Sabrina.
Right?
Will’s eyes met mine, a pained look on his handsome face. His brown hair was a bit shorter than Declan’s, his face more mature. He was a man through and through, and I’d just kissed him like I’d never kissed anyone before. I wanted to kiss him again.
“Maybe in the beginning,” Will said softly, shaking his head once. “But not anymore. You’re your own person, Ash, and he sees that. He knows it. He doesn’t like you because of Sabrina.” He let out an incredulous chuckle. “It’s impossible not to like you.”
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