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“Sorry,” I whispered, not really sorry at all. I wasn’t the one who brought up Sabrina. He was. He was the one who went on and on about it, about what happened, like… I came to a startling realization, and a feeling of anger coursed through me.
Was Sawyer using his dead sister to his benefit? Was he using the story of her suicide to make me feel for him? Ugh. How despicable. How vile. How mean and cruel and awful. The seriousness he showed, the deep-seated sorrow in his voice; was it all a mask, all part of his game?
I almost fell for it. The fucking bastard.
Chapter Twenty – Sawyer
I brought her to the tiger enclosure next. Sabrina always loved the tigers for their stripes and their bold color. This zoo only had the orange ones, and their coats were shiny, their bodies thick and muscular. Animals like that were beyond magnificent, but they could rip you to shreds easily if you so much as made a single wrong move. I respected them for it.
I figured talking about Sabrina would make Ash feel more comfortable around me, remind her that I was a person, not just the tool at the party who’d stolen a kiss from her. Her lips…they were a lot softer than they looked, I’d give her that. So soft I caught myself wondering, more than once in these past few weeks, how they’d feel puckered around my cock.
Getting Ash to give me a blow job was probably off the table, considering.
We stood watching the tigers for a while, neither of us talking. I didn’t want to talk about Sabrina all night; talking about my dead baby sister was the worst mood killer of them all. Ash, though she tried to keep herself from me, was softening toward me.
At least I thought so, until I gazed down at her and saw the frown on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, holding onto her hand a bit harder than I was before. Her hand fit so snugly in mine, so fucking small and soft compared to mine. Details that should not have entranced me, but they did.
“You,” she said simply, her grey eyes, two tiny storm clouds, glaring at me. “You’re what’s wrong, but that shouldn’t surprise you. You’re used to getting what you want, being the center of attention. You’re used to everyone falling for your shit.”
I felt my blood pressure rising. This girl…God, the things I could do to her right now to make her regret those words. She’d be begging for me to stop by the time I was done with her. If we weren’t in public, I’d show her just how useless her words were. She might act tough, but no one could resist me. Not for long.
Ash let out an ugly laugh. “I can’t believe you, honestly. Using your sister to try to get to me. What kind of human being are you? What kind of person does that? It’s sick and wrong, and…” She groaned, though her glare remained fixed on me. “For a few minutes back there, you had me going. I thought I saw the real you, but it was just another mask.”
I glanced around us, a few people were walking by, but beyond that, we were pretty much alone. I yanked Ash closer, pinning her between my body and the fence separating us from the tiger enclosure. I let go of her hand to grab her face with both of mine. A look of pure fire danced in her gaze, her lips parted slightly as if to egg me on further. She knew which buttons of mine to press, and she was unafraid as she stared up at the monster.
“I’m not afraid of you, Sawyer,” she whispered, closing her eyes when I pressed my hips against her harder. I was sure my belt was digging into her stomach, but I didn’t care. With my fingers tangled in her hair, my palms on her cheeks, she wasn’t going anywhere. I had her, and I wasn’t going to let her go.
Leaning my face down, I murmured, “I don’t believe you. Why else would you get so upset with me?” Satisfaction coursed through me when she frowned; I might’ve held onto her hair a bit harder than was necessary, might’ve ground my hips against her too indecently for a public area, but I didn’t care. She felt good caught between me and a hard place.
If we stayed like this for long, the fence wouldn’t be the only hard thing around.
“There’s something you still don’t understand about me,” I whispered, running my thumbs over her cheekbones, hearing her breath catch in her throat. In spite of what she’d have me believe, her body responded to mine. How could it not? “There are no masks. This is me, Ash. This is the real me. I’ve yet to meet a girl who could handle it longer than a night or two.”
The look she gave me right then was cold. I couldn’t ever remember a girl giving me that particular look. An expression that said she was unimpressed, unbothered, unperturbed by me and my closeness. “And that’s what you still aren’t understanding about me,” she murmured. She ran her hands down my chest, and even though I fought to remain still, her touch brought a wave of pleasure to me, and I shuddered. “I don’t want you.”
She didn’t want me. She didn’t want me at all. The look she wore backed up her words, and yet I was still confident as I said, “And I don’t believe you.” And then I lowered my mouth to hers, taking her even though I knew she didn’t want me to. I would’ve devoured her whole if I could, everywhere my skin touched hers a blaze followed.
No one challenged me. No one told me they didn’t want me. No one denied me in any fucking way. Not once. But Ash? Ash did, and it riled me up in a way I couldn’t describe. It made me want her more than I’d ever wanted someone before. I’d never had to chase anyone; they always flocked to me. She was different.
Too different. So different it aggravated me and made my dick hard at the same time.
My tongue ran over her bottom lip; it was all it took to make her kiss me back. The hands on my chest went up to my neck, tangling in my hair, much like they did when we were in my room a few weeks back. Her lips parted, allowing my tongue entrance, and then it was all over. Or it would’ve been, if we weren’t in a public place.
If a fucking mother of four didn’t just walk by and cough loudly, like we were doing something inappropriate. “There are children around,” she muttered. “If you don’t stop, I’ll call security—”
I withdrew my mouth from hers, loosening my hold on her head as I turned to glare at the woman and her kids. I really wanted to tell her and her kiddos to fuck off, but I knew doing so would only make Ash think I was some rude, snobby rich boy who thought he could order people around.
I mean, I was a rude, snobby rich boy who knew I could order people around, but I also knew Ash wouldn’t appreciate it.
Moving a step away from her, I forced out an obviously fake smile to the mom and her kids as if asking, happy now? The woman scoffed and rolled her double stroller away, her two older kids in tow.
Talk about fucking annoying. We were finally getting somewhere.
“So,” I said, slowly returning my attention back to the girl between me and the fence. “Still think you don’t want me?” I waited for her to respond, to say something smart back, but she didn’t. I bet she kept from saying anything because she knew it was all lies. She wanted me, her body wanted me; that was all that mattered.
She glared at me. “You’re lucky you’re my ride out of here, and that I want my skateboard back.” She sidestepped me, holding up a finger. “Don’t try anything like that again, or I’ll bite that wandering tongue off.” A threat, one I found myself believing.
