A full-body shudder vibrates down my spine.
His responding chuckle, haughtyand insufferable, knocks something back into place. I huff out a frustrated breath.
Sawyer tormented me my entire life. Never let me have any peace. Taunted me, picked on me, embarrassed me every chance he could. Even as an adult, he can’t help playing these mind games with me.
I’m tired of it.
“You know what, Sawyer?” I say through my teeth. “I don’t even care anymore.”
Sawyer’s heavy body shoves up against me, taking my weight, pushing me to the tips of my toes. He’s hard everywhere, and I hate how good it feels. Hate that it makes me want him. Hate that my hands plunge into his hair as my breath catches.
Intent on getting my point across, I grit out, “You can go fuck yourself.”
His mouth on my ear, he says, “I’d rather fuck you.”
The words go straight between my legs, making me hot and wet. My nipples pebble. I tryso hardnot to grind myself against him. But it’s hard.Everythingis hard.
“See, Brie,” he says, lips against my neck, sending heat down to my core, “that’s the problem.” He lets out a dark chuckle that tugs on my clit. “That’s always been the problem.”
He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. His are black. Like a shark’s. His hands are on my hips. Every cell in my body screams for more.
His mouth travels to my other ear. “You ever think maybe” —he nips my lobe with his teeth, and I clench around nothing— “the reason I can’t look at you” —his teeth graze down my neck, sucking at the very base, making me whimper— “is because I don’t want a raging boner at work?” He pulls my sweater over just enough to bite my shoulderbefore soothing it with a kiss. I let out a low, desperate moan.
His erection presses directly onto my bundle of nerves, making me gasp in pleasure. I can’t hold back anymore. I rub myself shamelessly against him, giving in to the friction I crave.
Sawyer groans. He pulses his hips just enough to make my entire body shake with need. I’m so close to release, I could come so easily with just a little more.
“Hey Brie, why?—”
Sawyer and I turn to the doorway, where Tess’s eyes are as large as dinner plates. They scan down to where Sawyer, in his headless bunny costume, has me pinned against the wall.
At some point, my legs must have accidentally wrapped themselves around him.
I lower my feet to the floor.
“Sorry! Just came to check on you since your car was still in the lot.” She says it all like it’s one word, and quickly closes the door behind her.
By the time it clicks shut, Sawyer’s put a veritable ocean between us, and is blocking his crotch with the bunny head.
We look at each other, breathing hard, for a long moment, too stunned to say or do anything. Then, his eyes clear.
Voice hard with authority, he says, “That will never happen again.”
His words suck all the air from my lungs. It’s only when he exits into the hallway that I let myself breathe again.
CHAPTER 22
BRIE
I’m sittingacross from Tess in a booth at Jolly Jalapeño. It’s early on a Tuesday, so the place isn’t busy. We’re both silent. I refuse to meet her eyes as I take a totally natural, super casual sip of water.
“So are you guys furries, or what?”
I spit the water right back into my glass. “No!”
Sawyer’s body pressing against me barely half an hour ago, hard and eager, flits through my mind.
“Maybe.”
