"You look tired," I say, caressing her cheek. "Even with all the naps."
Smiling, Sawyer's waiting for me to say something about Stanley. Words aren't my strong suit, so I snap the handcuff on her wrist. Sawyer doesn't react until the second one is locked to the bedpost. I wonder if she thought the cuffs were my way of hinting for more sex.
"What?" she asks, choosing to be confused.
"I fucked up when I left you, and we're not really unfucked yet. I know all that, but you aren't going out with this guy. Or any guy. You've been mine for too long for you to stop."
"You fucked other women!" she yells, yanking at the cuffs.
"One woman and I had to fake coming. Guys should never fucking fake it, but there I am faking it because I'm not with you."
"Bullshit," she mutters. "Guys can't fake it."
"Sure, they can," I say, standing up and finding a shirt. "I just made a lot of grunting noises and pulled out like I was done. I wasn't really hard anyway. Lucky, I didn't fall out already."
"You're bullshitting me."
"Sounds like it, but nope. Totally true. I tried fucking one chick at a bar first. I was drunk and kissing her and I hated it. I figured maybe I needed a real relationship with a girl who didn't call me Jack while we were making out."
Sawyer wants to laugh at me, but she's too angry. I pull the shirt over my head and continue telling my story.
"I dated Kristie Dees for a week and ended up faking an orgasm like a schmuck. Couldn't get my dick to work right with her. So I stopped trying to fuck girls, but I couldn't tell anyone and look like a pussy around the club guys."
"Loser," she laughs, still trying to get loose from the handcuffs.
"Says the lying bitch with the two guys in one night bullshit."
Sawyer flips me off with her free hand. I shove my feet into boots and run my hands through my mostly dry hair.
"I'm going to get rid of Stanley. Once he's gone, I'll let you loose. You can kick my ass or fuck me until my hips break. I don't care which, but you're not going out with him. Not with your pussy filled with my seed."
"I could douche and clean myself out, if you think that would help."
This time, I flip her off. Sawyer smiles, but she's also pissed. Taking a swipe at me when I bring her a drink and her phone, she even tries fake crying to manipulate me.
"Be back in awhile."
"Fucker, I'm going to stick your dick in a food processor and turn it into a nutritional shake!"
Laughing, I close the door behind me before heading downstairs.
Chapter 27
Sawyer
I Just Wanna Be Mad
A few minutes of struggling leads to nothing, so I grab my phone and dial Colbie. She sounds drunk, but claims she's coming to save me. I hear the twins coming from halfway across the house. They're like a herd of wild, drunk horses.
Colbie throws open the door, nearly falling she enters so quickly. Bodie follows her, and both women stare with their mouths full of what smells like barbecue.
"Get me loose."
"Hold on," Bodie says, hurrying out of the room.
"Did he fuck and run?" Colbie asks, stepping closer. "I'd be embarrassed if the love of my life left me handcuffed naked to a bed. Horribly embarrassed."
"Shut up and get me loose."
"Hey, is Jace one of those big guys with a tiny dick? I hear some women get conned into thinking they're fucking the Hulk and end up with Bruce Banner. Is that what happened to you?"
"When I get loose, I'm going to make you bleed, bitch."
"I'm taking that as a yes," she says and glances back at her returning sister. "Jace has a small dick. Sawyer admitted as much."
Rolling my eyes, I plan to make her cry. Colbie's face against my fist is gonna feel fucking fabulous.
"I know you're feeling vulnerable in your naked and abandoned state," Bodie says, and her face will be my second victim. "But life is hard."
Bodie sets a bag of chips and a beer on the bed before stepping back. "Be back later."
"Wait!"
"Sorry, babe. Before we free you, we need to ask Jace if he handcuffed you for sexy or sicko reasons. Depending on his answer, we'll totally come back and save you or we'll totally not come back and save you."
"Ciao," Colbie adds, shutting the door.
"Bitches!" I scream, but they're too busy laughing to hear me.
I try to pull my wrist free, but only manage to make the handcuff tighter. The cuff locked to the bedpost doesn't give either. If I were in a life and death situation, I'd tear the bed apart to get free.
Since I'm technically only pissed, rather than in danger, I settle against the headboard. Underneath my anger, I love Jace's certainty. No more playing passive, my guy is taking what he wants.
Chapter 28
Jace
Friends in Low Places