Page 5 of Bite Your Tongue

Her eyes widen, and she looks panicked. “Wh-what do you mean?” she stammers. “What wasn’t cool?”

I frown. “How he ended things with you.”

I don’t know what sort of answer she’s looking for. Honestly, Rowan and I aren’t really friends anymore because Smith hates his guts, and my alliance will always be with Smith. He’s like my brother.

But his sister isnotlike a sister to me—that’s for damn sure.

She visibly relaxes, pulling in a deep, slow breath. I’m not sure what I think she’s going to do or say next, but it certainly isn’t what follows. And she shocks me to my core when her hand touches me, and she leans closer.

“We should dance,” she coos. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“Darlin’, as long as you don’t mind your toes being stepped on a few times, let’s do it,” I drawl, standing and taking her hand in mine and tugging her upward.

I’m aware of Tripp’s glare on us, but when Saylor waves her fingertips at him, he waves back. His expression is odd, but so is hers. Before I can think on it too much, she tugs me out onto thedance floor. And I’m just thankful as hell when it switches from some fast-beat pop shit to a slow country song by Riley Green.

Fuck, I’m jealous of that dude’s mustache.To be honest, I’m sort of jealous of everything when it comes to the dude. Sometimes, I open TikTok, and I swear to fuck, he’s half my feed. I can’t even be mad at the dude either because he’s one smooth motherfucker.

She wraps her arms around my neck, flashing me a drunken grin as my arms slide around her waist. “Worst Way” plays, and for a country song, that shit is sexy as hell.

“So, you didn’t tell me, what are you doing here, drinking all by yourself, sweet thing?” I murmur, tilting my head closer to hers so that our foreheads almost touch.

She tries to shrug it off, but there’s a pain in her eyes I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what happened to her, but I know she’s sad.

“Sometimes, a girl just wants to drink alone, Pretty Boy,” she says, her voice as smooth as silk. “Easier to pick up guys like you when I don’t have any competition.”

“Right.” I practically snort. “Guys like me.”

“Well, yeah,” she coos. “Attractive, muscly,richguys like you.” She winks. “And let’s not forget, you said you have a big dick. So, basically, you’re a top-tier hookup choice.”

“Careful with the words you’re throwing around, darlin’,” I mumble. “You’ll get more than you’re bargaining for.”

We sway on the dance floor, and with every passing second, it feels like our bodies are closer even though they aren’t.

“What I’m bargaining for is a release, Cambridge. Because I could really,reallyuse one after this week.” She tries to play bashful, but it’s an act. “What do you say, Ry-Ry? Can you put this supposedly big dick to good use and help a girl out?”

Holy fucking shit.

In all the years I’ve known Saylor, I’ve been wildly attracted to her, but I’ve never made a pass at her out of respect for her brother. That, and Saylor always seems to have some love interest, even if it is just a fuck buddy. But admire her? Fantasize about her? That I’ve done. A lot.

“Are you trying to use me as a revenge fuck, Saylor?” I say, sliding my hands a little lower, resting them just above her ass. “Is that it?”

“Does it matter?” She cocks her head to the side. “You either want to fuck me or you don’t. My reasoning behind why I’m doing this doesn’t really matter, does it?” She slides one hand from my neck to my chest. “Either way, I’m craving a man’s touch. And, yeah … fucking one of Rowan’s friends—or in your case, ex-friend—well, that’s just the icing on the cake, baby.”

Despite her trying to put on this whole badass persona, I can tell she’s unhappy. She’s having a rough night, and my cock can provide her with not just one release, but as many as I can get from her. My cock is telling me yes, but my brain is telling me to smarten the fuck up. She’s using me to get back at Rowan, and her brother has already voiced that his teammates are to stay away from his sister—multiple times because of everything she went through with her douchey ex.

“You’re drunk?” I say, but it’s more of a question.

It’s obvious she’s been drinking, but she doesn’t seem obliterated, which is good because if she were, I wouldn’t dream of having sex with her. Not when she wasn’t clearheaded enough to know she actually wanted it.

“I’m hardly buzzed,” she answers as her eyes float to my lips, and she tips her chin up slightly. “So, tell me, Ryder, are you going to help a girl out … or do I need to go talk to Trippy boy at the end of the bar?” She peeks around me, gazing toward him. “He looks pretty cute.”

My neck swivels, and I glare at Tripp, who is literally doing nothing wrong, but because she mentioned fucking him, now his face is pissing me off. He might have told me to stay clear of Smith’s little sister, but I have a hard time believing he’d say no if someone as desirable as Saylor walked up to him and asked to use his cock for her own personal gain.

I turn to face her again, narrowing my eyes. She’s barely even touched me, yet my cock is steel, pressing against my zipper and begging to have her warm, wet pussy wrapped around it. Something inside me knows she’s a freak deep down. I bet she’d blow my fucking mind, and I’d be set for the rest of my life because no pussy would measure up.

Removing my arms from her body, I grab one of her wrists in my hand. “Let’s go, Brat. You talk a big game; let’s see if you can back it up.”

As we head toward the door, I glance over at Tripp when we walk by. He’s glaring at me, shaking his head.

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