His deep chuckle doesn’t reassure me in the slightest. “Then don’t be a shithead in my bar.”
As he walks away, I call after him, “When have I ever?” This earns me a middle finger salute. Turning away, I head back to the table and set the tray of shots down. I’m just about to sit down myself when out of the corner of my eye, I spot a head of blonde hair heading toward the bathrooms.
“Enjoy, boys. Be right back.”
I don’t have a plan, hell, I don’t even know if I should be doing this. But after talking to Willow, I’m starting to think that maybe I’m not the only one who’s wondering what the hell is going on between me and Tori. This could be a stupid idea, but it’s the only one I’ve got right now. And it might just give me the answer I need.
The door to the ladies’ room opens, and there she is, wearing jeans that are painted on and a simple black shirt that hugs every curve. Her eyes are popping, thanks to some sort of makeup magic, and her lips are a deep pink that I instantly want to see wrapped around my dick.
“Sawyer!” she says, but I don’t let her say another thing before cupping her head in my hands and dragging her in close. Her hands land on my chest, and my lips find hers, and then…
Then I’m lost.
If I thought kissing her would help get her out of my head or make me realize I’d built up a fantasy of her that can’t possibly be real, I was fucking wrong.
Kissing Tori feels so good, it should be illegal. I’ve never had this. Never had this instant explosion of chemistry with just one touch. But the instant my hand connects with her softness, the instant my lips land on hers, something releases in my chest. And there’s no stopping me from sliding my hands down her neck to her shoulders. She’s clutching my shirt, our kiss turning desperate and messy. I spin us around so her back is to the wall, pressing her against it as I grab her hand in mine and slide it up above her head.
Her back arches, pressing those perfect tits into my chest as she moans into our kiss. Fuck, this woman, I can’t get enough. And that should be fucking terrifying.
The sound of loud laughter from the main bar breaks through the spell she’s weaving and I pull back. I’m not the only one breathing heavily, and the glaze that covers her beautiful chocolate and gold eyes tells me I’m definitely not alone in my shock.
“Tori…” I start, then stop. Because honestly? I’m speechless. I thought kissing her would get her out of my mind. I was wrong. Taking one step back, my hands fall away from her body and I instantly feel…wrong. Like I need to be touching her again. Which is crazy.
“There you are. Listen, Max is heading out and so am I. You ready to settle up?” Beckett’s interruption is both a curse and a blessing.
“Not a doppelgänger.”
My head whips back to Tori, who’s looking between Beck and I, a bemused look on her face. “What?”
She pushes away from the wall and slips between us without answering. I guess I put it down to shock that I don’t try to stop her.
“Sawyer?” My twin pulls my attention back. “Sorry if I cockblocked.”
I shake my head. “No. It’s fine.”
He gives me a look that says he thinks that’s a pile of bullshit but doesn’t push. Instead of chasing after Tori, who’s grabbing her stuff and heading to the door, Willow in tow, I follow Beckett back to the table where my brothers are also getting ready to leave.
But the whole way through settling the tab, saying goodbye, and walking home, I’m not really present. I’m going through the motions, but my head is still stuck in that dark hallway, feeling her body against mine, taking in every sound, every smell, every touch of her.
And instead of finding answers to why I can’t stop thinking about her, I’m left with another question.
What the hell was that?
One kiss really shouldn’t have messed with me as much as it did. But after tossing and turning all night, constantly replaying that damn kiss, I dragged my ass out of bed bright and fucking early today to get a run in, hoping the brisk air would wake me up. It did, enough to make me function, but I still yawn as I fill my coffee mug and continue pulling together the gear I need for my shift starting this afternoon. I’ve just drained my first mug and am in the process of refilling it when my phone vibrates with an incoming message. And it’s one I’ve been expecting for a couple of days.
D-MAN: What’s the plan this year? Are we heading to the island to camp?
COWBOY: Depends on what weekend. Saria and I are going to the interior for wine tasting in a couple weeks.
My thumbs fly over the keyboard.
SAWYER: Who the fuck is Saria and why are you going wine tasting? You hate wine.
COWBOY: Dude did you hear nothing I said at breakfast when you were in town? I’ve been dating Saria for a month now. And I might hate wine, but I like regular sex, so I’ll go and sip some fucking wine.
SAWYER: You’re still with her? I thought she was just some random.
COWBOY: Fuck off bro, and watch yourself. I really like her.
