Page 36 of Restorations

She wants to hurt me too. This is bullshit.

I need to run away, but I don’t. Instead, I lean in, my mouth hovering over hers with his hands still on her. “You guys want to be real?” I look into her eyes. “Those aren’thishands on your tits right now or ever. When you’re with him, you close your eyes, and you picture me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Viv bites back almost instantly, her eyes are cold as she glares at me. “And if you want to bereal, why don’t you admit you called Piper only to hurt Sawyer,” her eyes flicker with fire, “because you were jealous.”

Never willing to admit jealousy, I argue, “No. I was pissed-off.”

“And why was that?” She asks the question with no hesitation.

“Yeah, Ash. Why was that?” Sawyer is beyond rage now and challenging me.

Because you both fucking left me!

I want to scream the words, but I don’t. Instead I shrug my shoulders again, trying so hard to seem like I don’t give a fuck. I confront Sawyer, cold and calculating, “I guess I just needed to find out what her pussy tasted like.”

Viv gasps, and the vein in Sawyer’s neck throbs as he removes one hand from her chest and trails it down her stomach to her bikini bottoms. It’s methodical, slicing through me with each planned stroke of her skin.

I think I've stopped breathing as his hand slips under the black fabric. “No way it was as sweet as Viv’s to you.”

I want to kill him, right here and now. The motion of his hand under her bikini bottoms and her head falling back again make me sick. She gnaws on her bottom lip and gasps in ecstasy, making the inevitable trip to prison seem doable.

Fuck him. I won’t let him win. "Never got that far with Piper, huh?”

His shoulders lift, and now he’s the one pretending not to care, but I know better. “Doesn’t matter. No loss.”

“Sawyer . . .” Vivienne gasps and he smiles, his mouth moving to her ear again, but this time he lets me hear him.

“Just go with it, Viv. Come aroundmyfingers and show him that he has no power over you.”

I see a tear fall down her cheek, and I hate everything even more as she nods her head, giving him permission to continue. I can’t see what he’s doing to her under the water and in her bottoms, but I can imagine.

If I stay, this will only go further.

And I don’t think we will ever come back from it.

Sawyer’s eyes meet mine. “How badly do you want to touch her right now?”

Her head lifts as she looks at me, her eyes wide. My disdain for her hasn’t lessened, and I take one step forward, not touching her, not while his hands are still all over her. I reach out, my hand ghosting over her bare breast, but my skin doesn’t graze hers. “I’m ingrained in you. You can’t change that.”

She swallows hard but fights back. “Same to you,” she gasps loudly as her hand moves down to grip Sawyer’s wrist. “Ahh,”she moans softly, and I know she’s close to coming from his fucking hand.

How can my cock be so goddamn hard right now? Fucking traitor.

The sight of her almost totally naked and on the cusp of an orgasm is too fucking much for me. Even if it’s not me that’s causing her to feel so much pleasure.

“Touch me, Asher.” Her voice is a low soft whimper as she closes her eyes.

God, I want to.

I want to so fucking bad.

But I fight it. “I would . . .” I lean in further, my lips almost touching hers as Sawyer nips over her the back of her shoulder, “but . . .”

Her eyes open, and she meets mine with curiosity as she pants, “But what?”

My throat is dry since I have nearly zero resolve left. My hands are twitching to reach forward and fondle her full tits, to kiss her lips. But lucky for me, I’ll always be controlled by my anger, first and foremost. “But,” my eyes move to Sawyer as he stops kissing her skin to eye me suspiciously before I look back to Viv, “I don’t fucking share.”

I push away from them both, swimming over to the side and lifting myself out of the pool, never looking back as I go through the sliding glass door and slam it shut.

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