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“You do have money. I’m sure that makes the girls just fall over each other to be with you.”
He still wore that half-assed smile, too. If I was a more naive girl, I’d be swooning right where I stood, but I knew better. Men with smirks like that were never good, especially ones with money. “It’s not just my money. Most of my talents actually lie elsewhere.”
I met his stare, refusing to break it, even as the girls glaring at me from across the kitchen scowled and sneered. Was Sawyer trying to say his dick skills were legendary? I laughed, and I actually sounded amused.
Good thing, too. I’d hate to come off as intrigued—because, deep down, I kind of was.
“Where would that be?” I questioned, taking another agonizing sip of his concoction. I set the cup on the counter beside me, folding my arms over my chest and lifting a single brow. “What talents could a rich boy like you have that doesn’t involve mommy and daddy’s money?” I was baiting him. I knew I was baiting him, and still I couldn’t stop.
“You’d have to be naked in order for me to answer that question,” Sawyer spoke, smoothly leaning towards me. He smelled like booze, but underneath the alcohol, there was the faintest trace of musk. Earthy, almost. His fancy cologne. “If you’re up for a demonstration…”
I chuckled, pushing off the counter behind me. I ran a hand down his chest, tilting my face up to his. Though my mind thought one thing, my body thought the opposite. My heart rate skyrocketed, my skin growing all different kinds of warm. My lower gut churned in the best of ways.
God, I was a horny bitch right now, but that horny bitch would have to wait until the shower in the dorm room. Here? Tonight? There would be no release, at least not for me.
“As if I’ll be that easy,” I said, dragging my hand off his chest and sidestepping him. I headed into the living room, knowing he was following me. Sawyer liked the chase. Most guys did. It made them so easy to fool.
I started swaying my hips in tune with the music just like everyone else around me. The living room was a makeshift dance floor, all the furniture pushed aside to make room for the undulating, sweaty bodies. There were some people who I would’ve sworn were having sex right here, right now, but a long double-take clarified that right up. He still had pants on, but the girl had on nothing under her dress, hence the confusing bit.
“I wasn’t done talking to you,” Sawyer’s voice came from behind me, his strong hands finding my sides.
I didn’t turn to face him. I didn’t need to. I knew he still wore that half-lidded, stupid smirk, like he thought he was winning. Wouldn’t he feel like the night’s biggest loser when he realized he was chasing a dead end?
Shrugging, I said, “Maybe I was done talking to you.”
He didn’t like that. His fingertips dug into my sides as he pulled me toward him, my back slamming against his front. His grip was like steel, his body warm against my back. Warm, solid, and muscular. Sawyer started to move along with my hips, but I could tell his movement was a lot less fluid than mine, less natural.
Me? I could do this all night, taunting him. It was kind of fun, poking the monster. I wasn’t sure if he had it in him to hurt his sister, but with his obviously fake smile? There was always something calculated going on in his head. I knew enough not to trust him.
Still, a shame he had such an attractive face; it was wasted on him.
“You should be grateful. Most girls love my attention,” Sawyer said, practically yelling into my ear so I’d hear him.
“I’m not most girls,” I said, turning my head to shoot him a look. If anything, his hands only gripped me harder. So hard I might have bruises in the morning. Ten little black dots, all from Sawyer’s hands.
Sawyer’s chest rumbled behind me, and I closed my eyes, tuning out the music to focus on the sound. Primal, animalistic, aggressive. “No, you’re not, otherwise you’d be in my bed already.”
I laughed. Were girls really that easy for him? Or was it the money? Either way, I couldn’t ever see myself giving in to him that easily. A guy had to work for it, you know? Reward him with sex when he didn’t do shit, and he’ll always do shit. Guys like that never changed. Sawyer was the tool of all tools, the man whore of a campus that had no girls.
It just sucked that my body kept responding to his. If I could’ve told my body to knock it off, I gladly would have.
I started grinding on him, pressing my ass against him as I went side to side. It wasn’t long before I felt something hard start to grow. Within a few minutes, I had an erection pressing against my lower back. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was one I shouldn’t have enjoyed so much. Playing with him was just so fun.
The hands on my sides forced me to flip, turning me around so that my chest pressed against his. His abdomen was a rock. I bet underneath his shirt, there were at least six tiny squares, all of them calling my name.
Damn it. The more time I was with Sawyer, the harder it was to keep my focus. My horny vagina had to tone it down, just a bit.
I ran my hands along his chest, bending my neck to gaze up at him. He was smoking, that’s for sure, but I knew the most handsome faces hid the darkest insides. What darkness did his sparkling blue eyes hide? Did he want Declan to be miserable for the rest of his life? Did he want Declan to die? How far was he willing to go to get payback, regardless of what had happened to Sabrina? For some people, even enough wasn’t enough.
“I think you and I should talk,” I said, linking my hands behind his neck. To further kill the mood that his hard-on was making, I added, “About Declan.” And, just like that, the mention of Declan’s name was all I needed.
Sawyer no longer wore the half grin he usually did. In fact, his mouth turned into a full-blown frown. It was apparently the one facial expression he could afford to make, the one he had enough energy for. If looks could kill, I’d be a goner right then and there. Say goodbye to Ash, because Sawyer’s glare outright killed her.
He said not a single word, his hands falling off my side. Before I could say anything else, he snatched up one of my hands in his, leading me off the makeshift dance floor and away from the gyrating group. More than one set of eyes watched us go, most of them envious girls. If I could’ve reassured them that Sawyer’s dick was safe from me, I would have. That was one cock I was going to steer clear of, trust me.
He brought me up the stairs, pushing past the couples making out. Once we were on the second floor of the house, he led me into a bedroom, where a guy was busy doggy-styling it with a pretty blonde whose hair was double the length of mine. I didn’t recognize either of them.
You know, Travis invited me to this thing. Where the hell was he? Was he here? Did he skip it? Whatever. I shouldn’t be thinking about Travis anyway, not when I was about to be alone with Sawyer in what looked like a bedroom.
