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“Oh, hi. You must be Sawyer. I’m so glad Finley found you.” He stepped into the room, his hand outstretched toward Sawyer.
She hopped off the bed and met him halfway. “It’s nice to meet you, Ryker. Thanks for saving my girl’s butt a few times. Speaking of butts… I should go and find my boyfriends and head home. Ollie and Tyler were hanging with my brother.”
She skipped back over to me, giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Be good and remember your worth.” Sawyer lifted her eyebrows, wiggling them as she gave us finger guns as she left the room.
“She’s a character,” Ryker said, and I laughed.
“That she is. How are you feeling? How was your physio today with Dax?”
“It went well. Asa, and I think his name was Rhett, joined me. Big dude, scary eyebrows?”
“That sounds like Rhett.” I chuckled, walking closer to him. When I reached him, I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest. Things had developed more between us in the week we’d been here, but I could sense how he always waited for me to make the first move. I wondered if he was still worried I blamed him for Dex’s destruction. After a second, his hands fell to my back, and I let out a contented sigh.
“I still have to pinch myself sometimes when you come to me so easily. I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with Cohen and me?”
“I’d love to,” I said, pulling my head back to see his face. He smiled, and I was glad he was holding onto me, or I might’ve wobbled as my legs grew weak. Ryker Jenson smiling was a dangerous weapon. “When are we leaving, and what should I wear?”
“In about an hour, and dress however you want. I love your style.”
He kissed me then, our tongues twisting together as we fell into an easy rhythm. Despite only being intimate with one another for about a week, it came naturally. It probably stemmed from years of knowing him. Ryker was part of me, even if I'd never wanted to admit it.
Pulling apart, we were both breathless as we stood, staring affectionately at one another. Ryker’s mouth curled up on the side, and he stepped back.
“Right, I’ll leave you to it. I’m afraid if I don’t that things will progress more, and we’ll never make it to the date.”
“I’m starting to regret the date if it means no fun time.” I pouted, sticking my lip out as my hands went to my hips.
“Never said there wouldn’t be any fun time, little hacker.” He backed out of the room with a wink, leaving me hot and bothered.
Remembering he said I could wear whatever I wanted, I quickly ran to my favorite room in the house, letting out a blissful sigh as I took in the closet. It was the size of my childhood bedroom, with more walls than I had clothes. Sadly, the same couldn’t be said about shoes as they filled in the little slots designed for them. In the middle sat a colossal island with drawers on every side that held all my underthings, pajamas, and anything I didn’t want to hang up.
The far back wall had a three-sided mirror in the middle, a vanity filled with makeup and hair care products to the left, and my own design studio on the right. My beloved sewing machine sat next to a mannequin and a wall that was fitted with rolls of fabric, buttons, and anything I could think of adding to an ensemble. From the plush carpet, the attached full bathroom, to all my favorite things in one place, it was a miracle I ever left this closet. The guys had done well spoiling me.
Taking my time getting ready, I pampered myself as I went full Finley. I hadn’t gotten this dressed up in a while, and I missed it. For the most part, there weren’t many places to go in Oak Crest, and I spent the majority of my time hanging out. So, if we were going on a date, I would make good use of the opportunity.
Dressed in a black fly-away skirt with a white blouse that hung to my mid-section, red lipstick, and red heels Ryker had gotten me, to replace the deceptive ones, I finally felt ready as I took myself in from all angles in the mirror. A wolf whistle broke my concentration, and I spotted Cohen leaning against the island.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you look amazing. I can’t wait to show you off and let all these other dudes know you’re mine.”
“Hmm, is that so?” I walked toward him, taking in his dark jeans and button-down shirt. Running my hands up his front, I ran the tip of my nails over his neck, and he let out a soft moan. The tiny hairs tickled my palms as I flattened them against his head.
Cohen’s eyes were hooded as he stared down at me. “On second thought, let’s just stay in and break in this closet you seem to love so much.”
I licked my lips, the thought suddenly sounding like the best plan ever, when a throat cleared. Peeking around his bicep, I found Ryker standing closer to the doorway. He was dressed in tight jeans and a fitted shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and my mouth was suddenly parched.
“As much fun as that sounds, let's have dinner first.” Ryker held out his hand, and I walked toward him, linking Cohen’s hand in mine. When I reached him, Ryker’s fingers entwined with my other hand, and I was suddenly the Oreo filling to a very hot man cookie.
“So, where are we going?” I asked as we started to head toward the garage, my voice cracking a little from the lust running through my body.
“That’s a surprise, little hacker. You’re going to have to be patient.”
“I’m afraid that’s a quality Fin has a shortage of,” Cohen said, snorting to himself.
Huffing, I kept my comments to myself, afraid they’d make it worse if I rebuked their claims. Because Cohen wasn’t wrong. I hated waiting for things. But I could do it, if it was to prove a point. Deciding to do just that, I smiled, concocting a plan for myself.
“Uh oh. She’s got that look. Shit. I’ve activated bratty Fin. Quick, give her something to eat or something shiny.”
I stopped, blinking at Cohen as I dropped both their hands and crossed my arms. “Um, what? I’m not a dog or a dragon!” I scrunched my eyebrows, trying to figure out where he was going with his comment.
