I didn’t need to say anything else. Ash averted her grey eyes and went to close the door, leaving me alone with him, letting me be fucked in private, in peace. Leaving me to my self-loathing.
Closing my eyes, I focused on the way his cock felt inside of me. If I imagined him to be Levi…yeah, that’ll do the trick. I’d hate myself later.
Right now it was only me with a first-class ticket to Poundtown.
I held onto the edge of the vanity, feeling the vampire’s thrusts begin to quicken, harder and faster until he let out a low groan, his whole body coming down on mine. It took everything in me to keep us both upright as he leaned his chest on my back, and I wished he would stop touching me.
He’d clearly come, so couldn’t we be done already?
The vampire made no moves to pull out of me, so I forced a smile as I said, “Okay, thanks. You were great. Good performance, A-pluses all around.” My eyes met with my reflection in the mirror, and my stomach sank to new lows. My smile looked genuine. I honestly looked like I was having a great time fucking this stranger.
God. That was all different kinds of fucked up, wasn’t it?
The man leaning on my back didn’t move, but I did. I managed to shimmy him off me, causing his dick to slip out. I could not even look at the condom on his still erect dick, keeping my eyes averted as I worked to fix my clothes, pulling up my pants and acting like everything was fine. Still smiling, too. Maybe if I kept grinning like an idiot, I’d start to believe the lies I was trying to tell myself.
The vampire was slow to yank the condom off, dropping it on the floor. His large frame swayed back and forth as he grabbed his pants and tugged them up. God, the dude looked like he could barely stand up. Fucking must’ve taken a lot of energy out of him, huh?
I waited until we were both decent before opening the door. As I walked out, I adjusted my pants one more time, the tight jeans not feeling right after that session. A heavily tattooed guy stood near the stairs, watching me with eyes that were a crisp, clear blue. His black hair was short, his body lean and strong. Far too intimidating for me to compare him to Levi.
And then, you know the weirdest thing? The tattooed guy spoke. The tattooed guy knew my name.
“Kelsey,” he said, “we need to…” He was able to say nothing else as he watched the vampire dude leave the bathroom behind me, and slowly, surely, I felt the smile falling off my face. This…this wasn’t right.
Who was he?
Without hesitation, the tattooed one rushed past me, nearly knocking me over as he reached the vampire, pressing his elbow against his neck in a way that looked incredibly dangerous and almost too well-rehearsed, as if he’d made that move a thousand times before. A picture hanging on a nearby wall fell to the floor with the sudden movement, its glass shattering.
My heart pounded in my chest. Should I stay, should I go? I didn’t owe anything to the vampire dude, but… “Hey,” I shouted, finally making up my mind. “What the hell, man? Let him go.”
The vampire guy could hardly keep his eyes open, and I wondered if he’d always been that bad, if I just had hooking up on the brain so much I’d overlooked how out of it he was, or if he’d only grown worse with time.
Tattoo guy growled out, “What the fuck were you doing?” He must’ve known the vampire guy. Maybe vampire guy had a girlfriend? Oh, fuck. That army girl. Did I just sleep with another girl’s boyfriend?
No, no. Army girl would’ve put up more of a fight, would’ve kept an eye on us. Plus that creepy smile she’d given me before walking away…no. That couldn’t be it.
“Travis,” vampire dude whispered, the word leaving him as if it was the most difficult thing he’d ever said. “What are you doing? I didn’t do shit—”
Hold the fuck up.
Travis? Travis as in tattooed, smoking Travis who Ash told me about? If my stomach could’ve fallen to the floor—no, through the floor, through the first floor, past the foundation of this house and into the earth’s core—it would’ve.
“Travis?” I found myself echoing his name, my voice nearly cracking.
Travis ignored me, focusing on the vampire dude, who he still had by the throat with his elbow. “Bullshit,” he hissed. “You fucked up, Sawyer, you fucked up like you always do, and I swear to God if your fuckup ends up hurting Ash, I’m going to kill you.” His final words did not sound like a threat; they sounded like a promise, a dangerous promise that I had no mental capacity to worry about, because he’d spoken the vampire’s name.
Sawyer.
No.
No, no, no.
I instantly wanted to vomit, and that was saying something. Out of all of the things I’d done in my life, I never immediately regretted them. This? What just happened? Oh, fuck me. How else was I supposed to feel?
“Wait,” I whispered, “Sawyer? But—” But this guy had dark hair. It wasn’t pink or blonde. Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the same one. Maybe it was just one huge coincidence with other
