“Yeah she hates me. She always will. And she should.” He nips at her neck, and I don’t think my hands can flex any tighter into fists.
“Yes. She should,” I growl, wanting to hurt him, knowing that tonight he wants to hurt me. This is the Sawyer I know. Destructive. Always wreaking havoc because he’s chasing a thrill. “Although she didn’t mention you the last time I talked to her.”
Vivienne’s eyes meet mine, wide with horror as she shakes her head at me in a warning, and Sawyer’s angry gaze meets mine with murder in them.
“Piper would never hang out with you. She hates you by proxy.”
I shrug, reaching around behind my neck, gripping the base, my eyes dragging over Viv’s full tits squeezed into the tiny bikini top that are heaving with anticipation. “Sometimes revenge outweighs that.”
“What are you talking about?” His hands stay on Viv’s shoulder, but his eyes are trained on me.
I drop my hand from my neck, acting flippant. “After you and Viv flew off to California, I was a little lonely.” My tone is mocking and cruel. I shrug nonchalantly. “So I thought I would call up an old friend.”
Vivienne looks horrified, but Sawyer looks homicidal, and I smile. I hope he throws the first punch. I’ll drown the son of a bitch.
“Bullshit. You wouldn’t do that.”
“Wouldn’t I? I mean . . .” I nod toward Viv. “You did.”
I notice how rapidly he’s breathing now, his chest rising and falling with anger. Friends turned to bitter fucking enemies. I look down when I feel a hand on my chest and see pink fingernails as Vivienne’s hand rests over my heart. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I lift my eyes and glare at her.
“I was never yours. Never. And you know it. Because you didn’t want me.”
“That’s right,” Sawyer growls, letting one hand slide over the arm not attached to the hand on my chest. “You just wanted to fuck her. No strings.”
“Too bad she didn’t have a sister I could fuck too, right Sawyer?” My eyes flick over to him, his glare darkening further.
“Fuck you.” Definitely hit a nerve.
That’s right, motherfucker. I know how to hurt you too.
“You never claimed Piper.” I shrug my shoulders as Vivienne’s hand drops into the water and off my chest. I ignore her, focusing on Sawyer. “So, I guess that made her fair game.”
Come on, hit me.
I’m flat-out begging him to.
But he doesn’t. Sawyer plays differently.
I watch as his brown eyes almost turn completely black, the lights in the pool flickering on as the sun sets. His hand trails over Viv’s right breast, his eyes still on me. “And what did you do with her?”
I can’t stop myself, my eyes move to where he’s touching her as she bites on that fucking full bottom lip of hers. She apparently doesn’t just save that shit for me.
My eyes narrow in his direction, leveling him with my gaze. “What didn’t I do, Sawyer? Piper’s always been hot.”
His Adam’s apple bobs angrily in his throat as he slides his hand under the fabric of Viv’s bikini. “Yeah, she was. She had great tits, but I don’t know Ash.” Viv gasps as he plays with her under the bikini top. “Viv could give her a run for her money.”
Mother. Fucker.
I’m pretty sure none of this would happen if alcohol weren’t in the equation, but then again, we all have one dangerous thing in common—being thrill chasers. Pushing the limits and doing really stupid, irresponsible shit.
I shrug. “Eh, a little small for my taste.” It’s a lie. A total and complete lie. I still have dreams about those fucking tits and pert nipples. I have to battle every instinct I have not to knock his hand away and pull her to me.
He cocks his head to the side, everyone knowing I'm lying. His hand moves to the knot behind her neck and I tense. “Maybe you need a second look because they’re perfect.”
Viv looks at me in despair as his mouth moves to her ear and he whispers something I can’t hear over the music blaring in the background. She seems to be thinking it over in her rum-soaked brain, and then I see the determination on her face.
Oh. Fuck.
She nods her head, and I know I'm in trouble as a slow, deliberate smile slides over his face. He unties the knot from around her neck and then the one behind her back, allowing the fabric to fall into the pool, leaving her chest bare and me breathless.
“Fuck,” I breathe the word before I can stop myself at the sight of her ample chest, bare and rising and falling with nerves. And maybe excitement.
You’ve seen them many, many times, you dumb fuck.
I cringe, bile rising in my throat when Sawyer’s hands creep up, cupping both of her perfect breasts in his hands. “Not small at all.” His eyes flick to mine. “They fit perfectly in my large hands.”
Viv’s head sinks back into his chest while he kisses along her jaw as a soft moan escapes her lips.
“He’s trying to hurt me, you get that right, Viv? This isn’t about you.” I’m imploring her to look at me.
And she does.
Her eyes snap to mine, and they cut me like a fucking knife. “Isn’t it?”
She wants to hurt me too. This is bullshit.
I need to run away, but I don’t. Instead, I lean in, my mouth hovering over hers with his hands still on her. “You guys want to be real?” I look into her eyes. “Those aren’t his hands on your tits right now or ever. When you’re with him, you close your eyes, and you picture me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Viv bites back almost instantly, her eyes are cold as she glares at me. “And if you want to be real, why don’t you admit you called Piper only to hurt Sawyer,” her eyes flicker with fire, “because you were jealous.”
Never willing to admit jealousy, I argue, “No. I was pissed-off.”
“And why was that?” She asks the question with no hesitation.
“Yeah, Ash. Why was that?” Sawyer is beyond rage now and challenging me.
Because you both fucking left me!
I want to scream the words, but I don’t. Instead I shrug my shoulders again, trying so hard to seem like I don’t give a fuck. I confront Sawyer, cold and calculating, “I guess I just needed to find out what her pussy tasted like.”
Viv gasps, and the vein in Sawyer’s neck throbs as he removes one hand from her chest and trails it down her stomach to her bikini bottoms. It’s methodical, slicing through me with each planned stroke of her skin.
I think I've stopped breathing as his hand slips under the black fabric. “No way it was as sweet as Viv’s to you.”
I want to kill him, right here and now. The motion of his hand under her bikini bottoms and her head falling back again make me sick. She gnaws on her bottom lip and gasps in ecstasy, making the inevitable trip to prison seem doable.
Fuck him. I won’t let him win. "Never got that far with Piper, huh?”
His shoulders lift, and now he’s the one pretending not to care, but I know better. “Doesn’t matter. No loss.”
“Sawyer . . .” Vivienne gasps and he smiles, his mouth moving to her ear again, but this time he lets me hear him.