Page 174 of Sawyer

“I thought we could watch a movie together.” I smirk and shift back on my heels.

“Movie?” Sawyer sits up, blinking her hazel eyes at me in confusion. There’s a hint of awareness there today. Perfect.

“Sin,” Bryn warns. “What kind of movie?”

I press play and roll my pants off as I jump into the middle of the three of them for a full-on puppy pile.

The screen blinks on, showing a watering hole I remember well because I fell into it while stroking my dick. “Ah, there I go.” Right into the water.

The screen pans to the left, then the phone falls to the ground. Fuzzy strands of grass pop into focus, then out.

“Is this…” Sawyer leans forward. “Oh fates.”

“The night you first took my knot,” Bryn murmurs. A sexy little flush spreads across her cheeks, giving me a chubby.

“Only one problem,” Rumor mutters as moans fill the speakers. “The camera isn’t aimed at us. Look.”

“What is that?” Bryn kneels, trying to get a closer look.

The screen shows me climbing out of the water, naked, and walking over to the snack table. In the background to the right of the little water hole is a figure pressed against another figure, shrouded in shadow, and I don’t think they are joining in on the orgy.

“Who the hell is that?” Rumor rolls forward.

The body drops, and the other figure takes off.

“I don’t know.” I frown, trying to remember who was there that night. It was mainly the heirs, minus a few. “I don’t know,” I repeat.

“Who just died?” Bryn asks.

“I never watched this.” Sawyer moans and tosses herself down on the bed as she writhes. The moans on the television get louder.

It’s strange being turned on while the phone remains focused on a dead guy. “No bodies showed up.”

“I need you,” Sawyer demands in that seductive voice of hers.

Pausing the video, I roll over and thrust into her warmth. We can deal with the video later. Right now, my mate needs me.

Besides, that death happened years ago.

It can wait another day. Can’t it?

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