Page 35 of Restorations

“Wouldn’t I? I mean . . .” I nod toward Viv. “You did.”

I notice how rapidly he’s breathing now, his chest rising and falling with anger. Friends turned to bitter fucking enemies. I look down when I feel a hand on my chest and see pink fingernails as Vivienne’s hand rests over my heart. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I lift my eyes and glare at her.

“I was never yours.Never. And you know it. Because you didn’t want me.”

“That’s right,” Sawyer growls, letting one hand slide over the arm not attached to the hand on my chest. “You just wanted to fuck her. No strings.”

“Too bad she didn’t have a sister I could fuck too, right Sawyer?” My eyes flick over to him, his glare darkening further.

“Fuck you.” Definitely hit a nerve.

That’s right, motherfucker. I know how to hurt you too.

“You never claimed Piper.” I shrug my shoulders as Vivienne’s hand drops into the water and off my chest. I ignore her, focusing on Sawyer. “So, I guess that made her fair game.”

Come on, hit me.

I’m flat-out begging him to.

But he doesn’t. Sawyer plays differently.

I watch as his brown eyes almost turn completely black, the lights in the pool flickering on as the sun sets. His hand trails over Viv’s right breast, his eyes still on me. “And what did you do with her?”

I can’t stop myself, my eyes move to where he’s touching her as she bites on that fucking full bottom lip of hers. She apparently doesn’t just save that shit for me.

My eyes narrow in his direction, leveling him with my gaze. “What didn’t I do, Sawyer? Piper’s always been hot.”

His Adam’s apple bobs angrily in his throat as he slides his hand under the fabric of Viv’s bikini. “Yeah, she was. She had great tits, but I don’t know Ash.” Viv gasps as he plays with her under the bikini top. “Viv could give her a run for her money.”

Mother. Fucker.

I’m pretty sure none of this would happen if alcohol weren’t in the equation, but then again, we all have one dangerous thing in common—being thrill chasers. Pushing the limits and doing really stupid, irresponsible shit.

I shrug. “Eh, a little small for my taste.” It’s a lie. A total and complete lie. I still have dreams about those fucking tits and pert nipples. I have to battle every instinct I have not to knock his hand away and pull her to me.

He cocks his head to the side, everyone knowing I'm lying. His hand moves to the knot behind her neck and I tense. “Maybe you need a second look because they’re perfect.”

Viv looks at me in despair as his mouth moves to her ear and he whispers something I can’t hear over the music blaring in the background. She seems to be thinking it over in her rum-soaked brain, and then I see the determination on her face.

Oh. Fuck.

She nods her head, and I know I'm in trouble as a slow, deliberate smile slides over his face. He unties the knot from around her neck and then the one behind her back, allowing the fabric to fall into the pool, leaving her chest bare and me breathless.

“Fuck,” I breathe the word before I can stop myself at the sight of her ample chest, bare and rising and falling with nerves. And maybe excitement.

You’ve seen them many, many times, you dumb fuck.

I cringe, bile rising in my throat when Sawyer’s hands creep up, cupping both of her perfect breasts in his hands. “Not small at all.” His eyes flick to mine. “They fit perfectly in mylargehands.”

Viv’s head sinks back into his chest while he kisses along her jaw as a soft moan escapes her lips.

“He’s trying to hurt me, you get that right, Viv? This isn’t about you.” I’m imploring her to look at me.

And she does.

Her eyes snap to mine, and they cut me like a fucking knife. “Isn’t it?”

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