Page 22 of Liar
God, Declan really was cute. Almost cute enough to make me forget about his cutting.
That was still something we had to discuss, but right now I just wanted things to go smoothly.
“What?” Declan asked, dimples on his cheeks.
“Sawyer wants to make us dinner,” I told him, pausing before adding for emphasis, “all of us.”
Declan’s smile faded somewhat, but his arms wrapped around me all the same. “Why would he want to make dinner for all of us?”
“I don’t know, but I think it’s going to be fun.”
“Why would it be fun?”
“Oh, come on. Rubbing our relationship in Sawyer’s face?” I shrugged, releasing my hold on him. “Kind of mean, but he also kind of deserves it. If he’s really trying, he has to, you know, actually keep at it and not give up in the face of me and my three boyfriends.” Still so weird saying sentences like that aloud.
Me and my three boyfriends. If you would’ve come to me a year ago and told me I was going to be involved romantically—and sexually—with multiple guys at once, I probably would’ve taken a page out of Kelsey’s book and punched you in the face. And yet, here I was, with just that.
Declan weighed it in his mind. “I guess it would be alright, provided Will’s okay with going.”
Will. Now was not the time to think about the more mature older brother who would do anything to protect Declan, including forever holding a grudge against Sawyer. We’d be with him later today.
“We’ll ask him tonight,” I said, feeling…almost excited about it. Was it weird to be excited to, kind of, have a date with Sawyer? As much of a date as it could be with my three boyfriends with me, that was. He was going to cook us dinner. I never had him pegged for a chef.
I lost myself in my thoughts, wondering if I should look good for the dinner date or not. Would that be trying too hard? This was only the first step of many, so it wasn’t like I’d be dropping my clothes and banging him on the kitchen table, but if he was honestly going to try, I should try, too. It was only fair, wasn’t it?
My initial thought was to text Kelsey and let her know of this update, but then again, after everything, maybe I’d keep it to myself a bit longer. I would not think about what happened during that Halloween party. I wouldn’t. I would mentally block those memories off. That whole night, really. Everything to do with Ray, too.
I had a lot of memories I’d be better off forgetting, huh?
Travis arrived an hour later, bringing…a backpack? As soon as that sexy, blue-eyed boy walked into our room and set that bag down, my mind was alight with possibilities. What was in there? This wasn’t a study session, was it? We were just hanging out—unless he’d brought some of his toys from that drawer, which I wouldn’t say no to using.
Would Declan get into toys?
Of course, that was just me probably getting way ahead of myself, but it was Travis we were talking about, so you never knew. One day he might chain you to his bed, the next he might stick you with a ten-inch dildo. You never knew.
Okay, he’d never done that, but there was still time.
Declan, being the boring one, actually did have to work on school stuff. He sat at his desk while Travis and I cuddled on my bed. I did whip out Mario Kart, and beat his ass quite a few times. It was a good ego booster, but my winning streak was only because I’d chosen my favorite character, Bowser. Maybe it was just me, but I swore that evil turtle was the fastest.
It was after one particularly one-sided match when I paused the game and turned my head, staring into Travis’s blue eyes. Sometimes their color was warm, other times it was icy and calculating. He was a double-edged sword, dangerous and deceiving, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson after Ray, but apparently not. Travis came from a family of, what I chose to assume, killers. That was bound to make things complicated for us, but when did complications ever make us stop and rethink our choices?
“Sawyer texted me this morning,” I told him, watching as his eyes studied me. His expression was unreadable, as it usually was. Travis hardly ever smiled, scarcely showed any emotion. It was a miracle that I knew he loved me.
“Did he?” Travis asked, setting down the controller and running a hand up my leg. “Any revelations I should know about?”
A shiver ran up my body, emanating from his touch. He could be gentle when he wanted…but he could also be very, very rough. “He wants to cook us dinner next Saturday.” Supremely difficult getting those words out when his hand continued to roam up my leg, but I managed.
Travis said nothing at that, though his hand neared my thigh.
“Don’t tell me,” I said, playfully pushing his hand off me. I set my controller aside and pinned him down on the bed, straddling him. Must’ve made a bit of noise, because Declan glanced over his shoulder even though he had headphones on. I had no idea if he was actually listening to music or if he was just giving Travis and me a semblance of privacy.
Kind of ridiculous, considering our threesome.
Wouldn’t mind having one again, actually…
Back to the matter at hand, or rather, the inked, sexy as hell boy underneath me. He could’ve fought me, could’ve rolled us and had me pinned down, but he let me take control every once in a while. “You knew, didn’t you? Have you talked to Sawyer?” I questioned, running my hands up his chest.
