Page 7 of Dangerous Pursuit
"Last night…" My brain tries to replay last night, and the only man I can think of is— I jump out of my bed like it's on fire. "Wait. It's not Liam, is it?"
"What?" Blake sounds confused. Shit.
"What?" I echo.
"Who's Li—"
Nooooo.
"So, who are you fucking then?" The words shoot out of me like bullets from a machine gun. I’mnotabout to tell Blake shit. Besides, there's nothing to tell.
"Shhhhh!" Blake hisses, and then lowers his voice. "I'm not… It's Sawyer."
I gasp, my eyes growing huge. "Sawyer? Sawyer Matthews?" It can't possibly beourSawyer. From what I’ve seen lately, they hate each other.
Blake chuckles. "Do you know any other Sawyers?"
"I—Wow.Wow." I probably shouldn't vocalize my shock this much, but goddamnit! "I had no idea. I mean, congrats, I guess?" Blake and Sawyer. Sawyer and Blake.
I try to make sense of it, but my train of thought is brutally cut when Blake asks, "So, who's Liam?"
Enter panic mode. Say something. Say something! "Actually, I gotta go! Talk to you tomorrow?"
And before Blake can ask any more questions, I end the call.
***
THE NEXT FEW weeks are a fucking torture. I try to bury myself in books, try to work, try to keep myself occupied. But no matter how hard I try to fill my time, my brain refuses to let go.
The fact that Blake and Sawyer are now officially dating doesn't help my predicament in the slightest. Every few days they invite me to the fucking club, and every few days I have to come up with a new excuse.
I'm sitting in my chair on another Friday night, trying to bury myself in work and failing miserably. I sigh and run my hand through my hair. What the fuck has happened to me that night?
How is it that a single encounter can wreck my entire sense of self, leaving me questioning my entire life?
And the worst part is, I don't even know what it is that bothers me so much.
So I was temporarily interested in a guy, so what? If Blake can do it, why can't I?
It's also hardly the first time I got rejected. That can't be it, either.
My phone buzzes on my desk, the screen lighting up, Blake's face appearing. I sigh and reject the call. I don't have it in me to lie to himagain, and I sure as hell can't tag along to Skin on Skin where Liam's guarding the door.
His massive frame and sharp, stubble-covered jaw flash in my mind and a jolt of electricity shoots straight to my balls.
Yeah.That. That's what's bothering me. The fact that for three weeks straight, I wasn't able to jerk off once without the bouncer popping into my mind. The fact that I wasn't even trying to fight it, giving into the unfamiliar fantasies every single time.
I bury my face in my palms and rub my eyes when the buzz of my phone starts anew.
I sigh and glance at the screen. Sawyer.
For fuck's sake.
This is ridiculous. No, scratch that. It has been ridiculous for the first few days. Now it's just fucking sad, and with every buzz of my phone, my pressure rises until it reaches dangerous levels. This has to fucking stop.
I switch off my phone completely. I don't have it in me to dodge another call.
I rise to my feet and march to my closet with a fresh purpose now.
