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CHAPTER FIVE
Sawyer
I wake up from a very not-safe-for-work dream about my favorite blond bombshell, and it’s clear why when the ass writhing against my crotch continues in real life.My god.I have the willpower of a saint. Gritting my teeth against the grinding of her hips, I try to go against my inherent need to sink into her, and instead move away. I’m hoping to get out before she wakes so it’s not awkward, but when she moans lightly, my progress is thwarted when I nearly combust. Pressing against her to ease the ache slightly, I have to clamp my lips between my teeth to hold in a groan. Suddenly, she stills, and I know she’s awake. Closing my eyes, I give her the chance to leave instead, and she takes it, jumping out of bed and running out of the room. Okay. So not sinking into her was the right call.
I wonder what’s got her so wound up, and then I remember last night and what a prick I was. I can’t believe she’s letting guys rough her up. It’s not that I’m kink shaming her—at all—but if that’s what she likes, then she deserves to be with someone trustworthy and decent with this shit. She doesn’t need to settle for these pricks. She could get any guy that she wanted. I know her upbringing was bound to leave commitment issues, and I get that, but I don’t see why she’s settling for people that won’t even get her off. I’d never actually had that confirmed until her reaction last night.
The shower turns on, and the image of Harlow getting offnowunder the stream of water comes straight into my mind. I need to get over this infatuation with her, or at least hide it better. She ran the second she realized I was here with her. Still, I want to stalk her into the shower and give her a hand. What I wouldn’t give to make Harlow come, to watch her face as she orgasms and listen to the sounds she makes.Fuck.Now my hard-on is going nowhere.
I get up and head back to my room, setting up the coffee pot in the kitchen on the way. I brought fresh sheets in when I showered last night and so get to changing them now. I hate to keep the same sheets that someone else has been in. I like my bed to smell like our home—our smell—not some random woman. Getting dressed, I head back out and make us some breakfast. She’s acting normal when she joins me, so I guess she believed I was still asleep.
Making things awkward between us by letting her know how I feel is my biggest fear. We have such a good thing going here that I’d never want to be the one to ruin it by being predatory. She needs someone she can depend on, and I’m proud to be that person, always. Although, her split lip does look sore, and the animal instincts inside me want to grab her and keep her safe in my bed for the foreseeable future. I don’t mention it again, hoping she’s forgiven me for being an asshole about it last night.
Harlow leaves for work, but I’ve only got a few classes this afternoon, so I plan to chill on the sofa before running some errands. Flicking on the TV, I cruise a few channels before the news catches my eye. It’s not normally something I care about, but this is the local segment, and they’re discussing the Guards. The report is on a brawl that happened overnight. As much as they try to make out that people kicked off against the Guards, which turned into an ugly public brawl with people ending up in the hospital, anyone who lives here would know that it was the Guards causing the damage. It’s not said outright for fear of retaliation.
My attention is stolen when I hear banging outside. I intend to ignore it, but when it continues, I poke my head out the door to check it out. I see a girl across the hall unsuccessfully trying to push a sofa through the doorway, and just as I step out, a guy runs up the stairs.
“Didn’t I tell you to leave it for us? I only had to take a quick call,” he says.
“I can do it.”
“Clearly, and the dented door frame agrees,” he deadpans. He sees me standing there and acknowledges me with a nod and a rueful smile. “Hey, dude, sorry about the noise. Liv isn’t the most coordinated of people.”
Livturns and grimaces at me, but before anyone can say anything else, another guy comes up the stairs with an armful of boxes and puts them down on the landing.
“You’re so impatient. How have you disturbed our new neighbors already?” Now I can see him better, he looks crazily similar to the other guy, both a similar height to me with dark skin and short cropped black hair. They have to be twins. The newer guy is wearing a tank, and he has a heap of tattoos covering his arms. I want to take a closer look, but that’s a weird first thing to ask when you meet someone, right?
“You haven’t disturbed me. I wasn’t expecting new neighbors until the weekend, that’s all. I’m Sawyer.”
I offer my hand, and the new guy shakes it. “Ezra. This is Liv, and Eli.” The woman does a little wave, and the guy trying to step over the sofa to reach the other end salutes. “We all happened to score a last-minute day off so thought, why wait?”
“Do you need a hand?” I ask.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“There’s loads more in the truck, in that case. Liv can show you down while I get this in with Eli without damaging the whole apartment.”
Liv rolls her eyes good-naturedly as she replies to the instructions. “Fine, I know when I’m not wanted. Are you ready?”
“Two secs.” I put the door on the latch and throw some shoes on before following her down to the street, where there’s a huge open moving truck.
“Just grab anything you can, thanks.” By the time I’ve taken my first load up, the sofa is inside, so I put the boxes on the living room floor rather than on the landing. We all do a few more trips—Ezra, Eli, and I wrestling with the furniture between us—and as we drop the second sofa inside, Eli flops down into it.
“Time out. I need a drink.”
“I bought supplies,” Liv announces as she spins on the spot, “but I can’t find them.”
“Let me grab some.” I’m out and in my own apartment before they can argue, and I grab a selection of drinks. When I head back in, the chaos seems to be more obvious, and I know for a fact that the truck isn’t empty yet.
“How much more are you planning on fitting in here?” I joke.
“Eli likes his stuff,” Ezra comments with a long-suffering look.
“It won’t be so bad once it’s in separate rooms,” Liv defends him, and I wonder what the dynamics are.
“Are you all moving in?”
