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Which makes me steel myself. I can’t fall the same way. Someone needs to be strong for the family. I grunt, “You can’t strong-arm every part of your relationship with her, Sawyer.”
He plays with a chip in the doorframe. “Sure I can.”
I huff. “That may work with Miles, but not everyone is Miles.” I turn back to my work.
I feel him staring at me.
“Are you fucking her?”
The question startles me. I glance up to see Sawyer looking intently at me, studying me.
Heat runs through me, embarrassment filling me for some reason. “No, Sawyer. I’m not fucking your toy.” I usually only fuck people I have an emotional connection with. Even when we play with others, I usually sit back and let the boys play while I watch. But with her? Fuck, there’s something about her that makes me want to play. Her fire is intoxicating. Makes me want to stamp it out. Teach her some goddamn respect.
Sawyer continues to look at me – like he doesn't believe me. I feel my cheeks heat again. Can he tell what I’m thinking?
Finally, he relaxes. “Okay.”
Unreasonable anger fills me. It almost seems like he’s relieved I’m not messing with her.
I growl, “Why – am I not allowed to? The only one not included in this game?”
Sawyer shrugs, and that possessive anger rolls through me again. I snap, “Answer me, Sawyer.”
He winces. “So I might have made a stupid little bet with her that…” he trails off.
“That…what?”
He looks uncomfortable. “That if she fucks you, I’ll let her go.”
I stiffen, my skin getting hot. Anger runs through me, and for a second, I think about darting to my feet and fighting him. Then reality slams back into me.
She’s off-limits. I shouldn’t care. Right? Fuck!
Sawyer shrugs, stepping out of the room.
“Wait!” I chase him into the hallway. “You did what?”
“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t think you’d want to.” Sawyer looks embarrassed. “Was I wrong?”
“No!” I clench my hands into fists.
Sawyer looks me up and down. “Okay? Then why are you mad?”
I don’t know. Fuck, whyamI mad? Because it feels like I’m kept out of the game at every turn? Because they want to keep her fine, soft body all to themselves? If this is a game of keep-away, they’re doing a pretty fine job of it. The previous anger from the other night rolls through me again.
“It’s fine.” I take a stiff step back toward the door. Just keep your hot little fuck toy to yourself, fuck what I think.
“Ryder–”
“Save it.” I slam the door.
I don’t want her anyway. They can have her. I don’t like blondes anyway. Shame that she has a perfect body.
And pretty eyes. They’d cry so perfectly.
Sawyer is playing a dangerous game, and I don’t think he knows it, but he just gave me all the cards.
Chapter 75
