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“What the hell is going on in there?” she asked, getting to her feet.
I heaved myself up beside her, standing close, my attention solely on her and not what was happening in the house. We were alone right now, even with all the bodies inside. Utterly alone, and yet not for long enough.
Fuck. I really hated myself.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, “but maybe we should go check it out.” Suggesting to go inside, it wasn’t what I wanted to do, but I knew her curiosity was piqued. Our moment under the moonlight was over; there was no point in trying to prolong it now.
Ash…I needed more of her. I just had to think up some ways to get her without Sawyer knowing. He wanted her for his game with Declan? Fuck that. I wanted her all to myself.
Chapter Fourteen – Ash
It was a good thing something was going on in the house, because if nothing would’ve distracted me from Travis, I might’ve started to crush hard on him. He was…sexy and mysterious in a way that just drew me in, even though I knew I shouldn’t let him. Plus, those tattoos. Tattoos were a weakness of mine, definitely.
Who knew Travis had such a serious side? Who knew someone like him could be friends with Sawyer? Then again, he’d also been friends with Declan; I had to remember that he chose to stay with Sawyer over Declan. Travis had picked sides, and I wholeheartedly believed he’d chosen the wrong side here.
Travis was the first one to move towards the back door; I followed him, doing my best not to gaze at the wideness of his shoulders or the way his dragon tattoo wrapped up and around his left arm, disappearing beneath his sleeve. I wanted to trace the entire damn thing, slowly, drag my fingers all along him and see where else that dragon touched.
Okay, not a good thought to have when I was trying to keep myself off these guys. I had a feeling my time in Hillcrest would be full of a hell of a lot of self-love.
We walked inside, heading past the kitchen. There was a group of partygoers in the kitchen, peering down the hallway at the commotion, though they moved their gazes to Travis and me as we walked past. The music still played, thumping loudly, bouncing in my bones and my chest, but no one was dancing. Every single person on the first floor stared at the front door, which hung open, an uninvited guest standing there, looking…
Looking pretty pissed.
“Declan?” I spoke his name cautiously, something inside of me twisting when his ticked off expression turned to me. I’d never seen him so angry before. I…call me stupid, but I didn’t think he could get angry. He was always so sad, so depressed; this was a new look for him, and I didn’t like it. Where was my adorable cinnamon roll?
Sawyer stood near the bottom of the staircase, glaring at Declan. And I thought he’d looked murderous upstairs, when I’d brought up Declan’s name? Hell no. The look Sawyer now wore blew all those other looks out of the water. Totally annihilated it. This Sawyer was enraged, plain and simple.
“Well,” Travis said, glancing at me. “Now we know what all the shouting was about.” Now was not the time to try to make light of the situation, but Travis didn’t seem like the type who would particularly care too much about something like that.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” Sawyer growled out, sounding like a raging animal, ready to pounce. He took a step toward Declan, and Declan didn’t even flinch. “Get out before I kick your pathetic, murdering ass out.”
“I didn’t come here for you.” Declan met Sawyer’s tone with an aggressive one of his own, and I just stood there dumbly, wondering how massively I’d misjudged him. He was so mad, so furious, that I had momentary doubts about what I’d decided before.
That he didn’t kill Sabrina. That he couldn’t have killed her, because he wasn’t that sort of person.
This was not the Declan I’d been rooming with for the last week. This was a stranger. This, I realized, just might be the real Declan.
Fuck. Could I trust any of these guys?
Sawyer was in Declan’s face now, standing much taller than him, but Declan didn’t let it intimidate him. “I don’t give a flying fuck why you’re here. Get out.” At his sides, his hands clenched into fists so hard his knuckles turned white. Sawyer was holding back from all-out attacking him. I had no idea how much longer his willpower would last, but I didn’t want to tempt it.
“Declan, what…” I moved closer to him, seeking to place myself between the two angry, upset boys, but it was like neither of them saw me. Like I wasn’t there at all.
“And I don’t give a flying fuck about what you do,” Declan shot back, fury plain in his dark eyes. “But you’re not going to make Ash a part of it. This is between you and me, Sawyer.”
“I’m not making Ash a part of anything,” Sawyer said, finally glancing at me. A wicked glimmer rose in his eyes, and before I was able to realize just what was happening, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close, pressing me against his hard body. “Ash is here because she wants to be here, and she was with me because she wanted to be.” While Declan glared at him, throwing cold, sharp knives with his eyes, Sawyer turned his cocky, half-assed smile to me. “Isn’t that right, Ash?”
I couldn’t say anything in response; couldn’t even push him off me, mostly because it all happened so fast. Sawyer’s lips came down on mine, his tall frame bending easily. Hard and fast, it was a kiss I could not deny, though I did my best not to reciprocate it. I didn’t want to be in the middle of their feud, their fight; how did I wind up here?
And why the hell did Sawyer’s lips taste so good?
His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and for a split-second everything else faded away. Declan, his rage, the crowd of people in the house, watching—even the music. It all disappeared for just a moment as I felt his tongue graze mine, the tiny, intimate touch sending a shiver down my spine. My heart felt like it was going to explode right out of my chest, and my body? My body wanted more, to continue what I’d stopped us from doing upstairs.
Only this time, there was an audience.
“I think that’s enough, Sawyer,” Travis’s voice broke into my head, pulling me back into my own body. As Travis sought to pull Sawyer off me, I yanked my head away from his, my mouth still tingly as if his tongue was still there, tempting, teasing, dominating me.
“Funny,” Sawyer said, “because upstairs it sure wasn’t enough for Ash.” His iron grip around my lower back loosened, letting me free of his grasp, immediately losing the feeling of his warm, strong body so close to mine. “She’s a freaky bitch, Declan, I can see why you want to keep her for yourself—”
