“How about we save that for a day when I’d look better in my mug shot. I’d look like a drowned rat.”
“Yeah, but you’re a hot drowned rat.” I stole a kiss then heaved myself out of the pool.
“Thanks. I think. Just what every guy wants to hear,” he said as he followed my lead. “I’m going to tell Yvette to meet us at the cafe across the street when she’s done.”
“How long does she usually swim for? I don’t want her to cut her time short for us.”
Sawyer gave me a sappy grin. “You’re sweet, but she swims after her main workout, so she usually does a few laps and calls it quits. She’s probably almost done. You go change, and I’ll be there in two seconds.”
When I arrived in the changing room, it was empty except for a man who was just arriving. The room had two sides, one with lockers on either side and a bench in the middle so people could sit and change. And the other side had a few curtained-off changing areas for people who didn’t want to strip down in front of everyone.
I grabbed our stuff out of our locker and slipped into one of the stalls and waited for Sawyer to come looking for me. It didn’t take long for me to hear him to come through the door and call my name.
“Lukas? Where are you?”
“In here. I have your stuff.”
Sawyer found me, his forehead scrunching in confusion when he saw that I was still dripping wet. Without giving him time to think about it, I yanked him into the stall and pulled the curtain shut.
“What are you?—”
I cut him off, sealing my mouth over his, and I backed him up into the wall. Sawyer’s hands came to my hips, and I thought he might stop me or push me off, but instead he pulled me closer and ground against me. The feeling of his cock pressing against mine made me crazy with want. If I could’ve, I’d have turned him around and taken him right there. But I wasn’t about to fuck him surrounded by the stench of chlorine.
“Sawyer,” I breathed as I pulled away. “Behave,” I admonished as he tried to grind against me some more.
“You started it.” He gave me a smirk and grabbed his bag from the bench. “I’ll change in a different stall, or we’ll never get out of here.” He flicked his gaze down to my crotch then swept out of the stall looking very satisfied with himself.
“I’ll get you back for this,” I called out, closing the curtain.
“Promises, promises,” Sawyer answered, his joy ringing clear in his voice.
THIRTY-THREE
SAWYER
Since Lukasand I made things official, I’d started staying over. One day, after having to run back to my place to work, Lukas asked why I didn’t just bring my laptop here and work from his house instead. He even went so far as to offer to buy another desk so I could work in there more comfortably. I declined, of course. The couch was more than comfortable enough for me to work on. He did bring in a small coffee table so I didn’t always have to balance my computer on my lap.
And that’s how I found myself spending most of my time while I wrapped up his book. Lukas was at his computer with his headphones in, meaning he was likely editing footage. Lara lay on the floor, sprawled out on her side. Her tail gently thumped the floor once in a while.
The sound of moans reached my ears, and I glanced up at Lukas, who still sat there with his headphones on. Whatever he was editing, those men had clearly enjoyed themselves, I thought, going back to my work.
Several minutes later, the moaning got louder, and I looked at Lukas again, who was doing an excellent job of pretending that nothing was happening. His headphones were still on. He was stoic. Focused on what he was doing. Giving no indication that he knew I could hear the footage he was editing.
I tried to refocus my attention on the book, but the moans kept increasing in volume. Shifting in my seat, I stared at Lukas again, and this time I saw a slight curve to his lips, but he didn’t look at me or even acknowledge I was there.
The moaning got still louder. Sexier. My concentration was shot, and I was suddenly hard enough to pound nails. I squirmed in my seat, trying to get my body to ignore the sounds, to ignore the way it needed Lukas. I fidgeted again and that was when I caught Lukas looking back at me.
“Are you okay? You seem… uncomfortable.” Lukas asked with feigned concern, barely able to stifle his smile.
“I’m fine. Totally fine. Never better,” I answered, stupidly determined to pretend nothing was amiss. He seemed to be enjoying his little game, and I didn’t want to spoil his fun. It was hard, though, because the sounds kept getting louder and sexier. Whatever was happening in that video, it sounded like they were enjoying themselves immensely.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You keep squirming.”
“It’s all good.” I tilted my chin in the air as the sounds took on a more desperate quality. The moans grew higher-pitched, more needy. Some words were spoken. It sounded like someone was sayingpleaseover and over again. And then yes. A string of them.Yes. Yes. Yesyesyesyesyesyes. Yesssss.
“Sawyer?”
“Yes.” I cleared my throat. “Yes?” I tried again.
