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  "You're pissing me off."

  "Now you know how I feel."

  I step back and hold out my arms. "What do you think?"

  "Fuck you."

  "That hot, yeah?" I say, smirking.

  Sawyer grins as her hands rest on my chest. "You didn't tie the bow thing."

  "I don't know how."

  "Neither do I."

  "I could go sloppy. Fits my style better anyway."

  Sawyer says nothing. Her gaze lowers to where her fingers tease under my jacket. I lift my brow, curious at her sudden flirty behavior. Her gaze lifts to meet mine, and I lean down to kiss her.

  My lips barely graze hers before she turns towards the twins. I sense she's less interested in her friends than fearing my kiss. She walks over to where the twins dance in unison.

  "Why?" she asks.

  "We took dancing classes as kids," Colbie explains. "Even thought of going pro until we were hit with devastating news."

  "I'll bite. What was the news?"

  Bodie sighs. "Being a professional takes a lot of hard work, and we're not really those kinds of people."

  The twins stop dancing on the same step, freaking me out with their creepy psychic shit.

  "Can one of you tie my bow?" I ask.

  "No," Sawyer growls when Colbie immediately rushes towards me.

  My girl is so busy blocking one twin that she can't stop Bodie. I hold still while she ties my bow. Behind her, Colbie tries to dance with Sawyer.

  "I don't dance with chicks," Sawyer lies, having a long history of dancing with her sister and friends.

  "You're missing out, love starved horny bitch," Colbie says, waving her off. "I'm driving."

  Bodie finishes with my bow and rushes after her sister. Seeing my chance, I take Sawyer's hand and pull her along. Her heels clicking against the tile floors, I don't dare look back. She's in a weird mood, and I'm still grumpy about her early lies about fucking a bunch of guys.

  The McLaughlins own an army of cars. We walk into one of the garages and head to a large black SUV.

  "I know what you're thinking," Colbie says over her shoulder.

  "I highly doubt that," Sawyer says back.

  Ignoring her, Colbie continues. "We thought about going eco-friendly, but those hybrid cars are tiny and weak. They just don't fit our lifestyle."

  "Yeah," Bodie adds. "We're involved in way too many car chases to own a Prius."

  The twins take the front seats, leaving me in the back with Sawyer. Speeding out of the garage, Colbie drives as if currently in a car chase. We race to the end of the long driveway and through the front gate. The SUV makes a hard right, sending Sawyer against me.

  "Oopsie," Colbie says before laughing to prove it wasn't an accident.

  A few minutes later, she jerks the car to the left, and I end up wrapped against Sawyer.

  "Armadillo," Colbie mutters as if this explains her bad driving.

  By the third time Sawyer ends up nearly in my lap, she's pissed. "Stop it, or I'm driving."

  "You're scary, Sawyer Johansson. Good thing I'm wearing my adult diapers or else things might have gotten messy up here."

  The twins laugh, but Sawyer's still grumpy. "I'll make you piss yourself for real, if you don't knock off the stupid games."

  This threat makes the twins laugh louder. Sawyer glares at me like this was my doing.

  "You don't scare me either," I tell her.

  Even glaring harder, she's clearly fighting a smile.

  "You should stay on my side to save time," I say, wrapping her with my arm.

  "Pervert," she says, snuggling closer.

  Finally, we leave the tiny roads, and the SUV joins the evening traffic on the small highway. The twins stop goofing around for like two minutes before Colbie sighs dramatically.

  "That's the hotel where I'll lose my virginity," she announces, gesturing at a hotel off the highway called the Love Hut. "They have heart-shaped beds. I want candles and the perfect romantic music. Probably George Strait, Charley Pride, and Johnny Lee. Yeah, we'll have the lights down low, and I'll wear something soft and virginal."

  Sawyer stares at the back of Colbie's head as if listening to an insane. I want to laugh, but don't, of course. The twins might be dressed for a gala, but my mind wonders about all the blood on Zane's original tux.

  "The first time, I'll be scared," Colbie explains, "but he'll take his time and reassure me with his tenderness. My first orgasm will be overwhelming, so he'll hold me until I feel safe. My second orgasm will empower me."

  Sawyer covers her mouth to silence her laughter. I smile at her, keeping my mouth shut.

  "It'll be magical. None of that squirting in my hair shit like Bodie."

  "Good luck with that," her sister says. "I hope he gives you herpes."

  Sawyer murmurs, "Good luck meeting your special guy who'll follow your lame script."

  Colbie turns around to glare at Sawyer. "We can't all meet our special guys when we're in kindergarten, dumpling."

  Sawyer glances up at me while I focus on Colbie turning back around to pay attention to the road.

  "I thought I met my special man," she says, and I sense another story coming on. "His name is Darren. He's a rodeo man with big strong muscles, shiny blue eyes, and a long scar across his rock hard abs."

  Bodie snorts. "Clearly, their relationship was based on some really deep shit."

  Colbie cusses at her sister in a foreign language and sighs dramatically again. "We were circling each other, taking our time with the romance. I had just turned eighteen and was still so delicate."

  Bodie bursts into laughter, and I can't control myself anymore. Sawyer doesn't help by giving into her rolling giggles. Once we laugh ourselves out, Colbie continues her story as if we hadn't mocked her at all.

  "I might have waited too long. One drunken night, Darren lost control of his dick and stuck his sexy staff inside a pit of disease. Shanna's pussy is a mixture of every disease whores can have."

  "I think I remember Shanna from when I first got here," Sawyer says, glancing down at where I've taken her hand in mine.

  Bodie nods. "She's a friend of ours. Known her since first grade. While she's a nice enough gal, she's fucked everyone in the entire world. No doubt she's fucked the both of you, but you've forced yourself to block out the horrific memories."

  Sawyer and I share a smile while Colbie returns to her story.

  "She took advantage of Darren since no way would he chance his dick on a one night stand with Syphilis-zilla. Even though I know he didn't mean to ruin his penis and break my heart, I could never be with him. Not after he'd been corrupted like that," Colbie says then turns around to look at us. "Trust me, there's not enough bleach in the world to wash off her pussy Ebola."

  Tapping the steering wheel to get her sister focused, Bodie adds, "Hookers working the streets for decades are cleaner than Shanna. In fact, I'm fairly sure she killed her dog after he drank from the toilet she used."

  Sawyer and I burst into laughter again, but Colbie isn't amused. "She ruined my chance at love."

  "If he was meant to be with you," Bodie says, "God never would have let Darren get drunk enough to bang Vagina C.H.U.D. and ruin his slong forever."

  Sawyer laughs. "What's C.H.U.D.?"

  "Don't tell me you've never seen the 1984 horror classic C.H.U.D., Sawyer Johansson." Bodie mutters.

  "Of course not. I have taste."

  Colbie speaks into her phone. "Memo to myself, make sure Sawyer sees C.H.U.D. before she dies."

  Sawyer smiles at me, and I love seeing her so happy. The twins might be obnoxious at times, but they sure know how to set the mood.

  The gala is a fundraiser held at a country club. I immediately feel out of place. Sawyer glances around the parking lot at all the dressed up people. Her gaze finds me, and we share a frown. Nearby, the twins check their weapons, and I'm surprised by how many they manage to hide in those outfits.

  "You never know when the zombie apocalypse might hap
pen," Colbie explains to me.

  "Duh," Sawyer says, taking my arm and pulling me away from them. "If the zombies come, you'll save me, right? I mean, I'm wearing a frigging dress and heels. I've got first chick to die written all over me."

  Pulling back my tux jacket, I reveal the Glock strapped inside. "No worries. I'll throw you over my shoulder and follow the twins to the safe zone."

  Sawyer gives me a look that makes me a little hard and leaves me hoping something crazy goes down tonight.

  Inside the ballroom, we're surrounded by old and new money. No one looks like the Johansson-type of new money though. The men wear cowboy hats and tuxedos. I see lots of gowns and fake boobs from the women. None of this interests me, but I'm impressed by the limitless food and free beer. Even a low-class fellow like me could get used to this gala crap.

  Sawyer ditches me at the bar and makes the rounds with the twins. I enjoy a foreign beer to compare with my domestic. For the hell of it, I order a shot of fancy whiskey too.

  "I'm going outside to breathe perfume-free air," Bodie says, returning alone.

  "Where's Sawyer?"

  Bodie doesn't answer before walking out of the ballroom. I make my way through the crowds of smiling people. I hear someone whisper I'm the twins boy-toy. Rolling my eyes, I keep looking for Sawyer.

  I wish I could say the fuckwit is holding her against her will, but she seems genuinely amused by whatever Richie Rich tells her near the dance floor. The guy is nothing special in my world, but his lean body and floppy hair is probably quite popular around these parts.

  Fingering the gun in my jacket, I wonder if I can pretend to be saving Sawyer by shooting this guy.

  "People think Bodie and I are sharing you," Colbie says, appearing at my side. "I told them you were Sawyer's gigolo, and we only borrow you."

  "You're all kinds of helpful, aren't you?" I grumble before my temper clears enough for my brain to focus. "I need your help."

  "What's wrong, Gary?"

  I frown at her. "You know that's not my name."

  "I suck at names. I call men Gary when I get forgetful. Sorry, Gary."

  "Whatever. I need you to use your special talent for annoying people."

  "It's true I am very talented. Who do you want me to annoy? Is it you?"

  "I want you to unleash your abilities on the pretty boy fuckwit making eyes at Sawyer."

  "Feeling insecure, huh? Don't worry, Gary. You're pretty too."

  "Are you going to help me or not?"

  "Only if I get paid. I'm a big believer in the capitalistic system, meaning I don't do anything unless I get paid."

  'How much do you want?"

  "A dollar will do. I know you're poor."

  "I'm not poor."

  Colbie pats my cheek. "You're not rich. In my mind, that makes you poor. So can you afford a dollar or should I give you a discount?"

  "Save some of that charm for the pretty boy fuckwit," I say, handing her a twenty.

  Colbie shoves the bill in her top and smiles at me. "I'll give the change tomorrow. I know how every dollar counts for the impoverished."

  I take her by the shoulders and direct her towards fuckwit. "Unleash all those compliments on him."

  Colbie struts over to Sawyer and Pretty Boy Fuckwit. I suspect the fucker knows her well. I see fear in his expression when she appears. Sawyer listens to whatever Colbie is saying for about a minute before shooting me a dirty look. I smile back at her.

  Leaving Colbie with her victim, Sawyer stomps over to me. "Why?"

  "He's not your type."

  "Oh, and you are?" she asks, crossing her arms and pushing her tits at me.

  "I'm exactly your type. No one else comes close."

  Sawyer's anger vanishes, and she smiles victorious at me.

  "You got me to act like a jealous fuck. Big win there, Johansson."

  "You're really hot when you get possessive, Todds."

  Smiling at her, I lean down for a kiss. Sawyer gets spooked, backing away as if under attack.

  "Wanna dance?" I ask, ignoring her fear.

  "Not really."

  "Want to eat free food?"

  "No."

  "Want to get drunk and make fun of people?"

  Sawyer's face lights up. "Sure. Let's make sure to get a good view of Ellie crying."

  "Who's Ellie?" I ask, walking with her to the bar.

  "The guy I was talking to. His name is Elliot, but people call him Ellie."

  "Country club types are weird."

  "Yeah, and he's going to cry soon. Colbie had him scared before she opened her mouth."

  We find a table near the bar and with a solid view of Colbie chatting with Ellie. He lasts five minutes before trying to escape. When she doesn't let him get away and continues talking casually, he lasts another five minutes before crying. Always the bitch, Colbie is positively shocked by his tears.

  "Get this man some Midol!" she yells when he runs away.

  Clinking our beers together, Sawyer and I laugh at the man's tears.

  "We're dicks," I say.

  "Yeah, he was harmless."

  "No, he wasn't," Bodie says, appearing from a side door. "He's a nasty little twit. You didn't see that because your balls intimidated him. With a weaker chick, he'd have convinced her to debase herself."

  "I do have big balls," Sawyer murmurs at me.

  Bodie leaves us to go play with her sister. I see them joined eventually by Zane and Yesenia. The twins dance off and on. They get into loud arguments over cocktail weenies. More than once, their goal seems to be to embarrass their brother and his woman.

  Sawyer and I remain at our table and away from the drama. Occasionally, people say hello to us. I sense they want to chat with the newcomers, but I frown hard at them. When that doesn't work, Sawyer gives them her death stare. She's scarier, and no one joins us.

  Bodie passes me on the way out and whispers, "Remind me tomorrow to teach you how to be a man."

  "Fuck off," I whisper back.

  Grumpy now, I walk in the direction I think leads to the parking lot and end up in a back hallway instead. Sawyer follows me until I stop.

  "I don't know where the hell we are."

  Sawyer stares at me for maybe ten seconds before lunging into my arms. I feel as if I've been waiting all night for this moment. My lips find hers while her hips roll against my instant erection.

  Voices startle us, but I refuse to stop. My hand reaches for a doorknob and opens an empty supply closet. Carrying her inside, I lean against the door so no one can interrupt us.

  "Sawyer," I murmur against her lips.

  "This doesn't mean anything except you look too fucking hot in this tux, and my pussy can't go so long without relief."

  Pulling back, I'm shocked she wants sex here. Sawyer doesn't notice, too busy unzipping my slacks and finding my cock.

  We sigh together. Leaning forward, I kiss her throat while cupping her ass. The body hugging dress slides up easily and her panties end up on the floor. I dip my finger between the lips of her pussy and find her surprisingly wet.

  "I've been in a state of heat since you showed up in this fucking town," she says, sounding more angry than aroused. "Fuck me already."

  If Sawyer's testing me, I likely fail. Unwilling to stop myself, I lift her onto my hips and reward my forever hard cock with relief in her warm pussy. Sawyer throws her head back, sighing in a pained way.

  Sawyer yanks on my hair. "You look stupid," she growls, biting at my lip.

  "Fuck off," I growl back, shoving up into her body harder.

  Grimacing, she smiles and yanks on my hair again. I tug at her long curls, making her groan. Deeper, I thrust. Harder, I demand more of her pussy. Our hips slam together faster. My fingers dig into her ass when I feel her pussy spasming around my cock.

  "You smiled at that fucker Ellie," I murmur, biting at her earlobe. "Fuck you for that."

  Sawyer groans when I fuck her deeper. "You smiled at a lot of bitches," she says slapping me while
bouncing wildly on my cock. "I hate you."

  "I know," I groan, coming inside her.

  "I'm not on birth control," she whispers in almost a threat.

  "Don't fucking care," I say before covering her mouth with mine.

  Our hips rolling every drop of pleasure out of our bodies, Sawyer kisses me hard. I wrap her in my arms and wish life were as simple as moments like this one. Just fuck and feel good. Be close without all the pressure outside this closet.

  I want to stay in here forever, but I hear voices again. Sawyer hears them too, and slides off me. She leans down to find her panties and the one heel she lost while we fucked. I watch her bend over, and take in the sight of her tit nearly slipping out from a dress not created to remain on long.

  "Put your dick away," she mutters, trying to sound angry.

  "Grudgingly."

  Sawyer glares at me as I slide my wet cock back into my slacks. Wiping a dab of her pussy juices from my cock, I suck it off my finger. She watches me, and I know she wants to fuck again. I could do her all night and never find true satisfaction. Nine months was a long time to go without her body at my fingertips.

  "Don't talk to me for the rest of the night," she growls, opening the door to leave.

  Shoving my fingers into her hair, I lean her head back and force her into a deep kiss. Sawyer doesn't fight me, again wanting more than a five-minute fuck in a closet. When I release her, she stares at me with confused eyes.

  "I'm going to fuck you again."

  "Not tonight."

  "Maybe but soon."

  Sawyer shivers before storming down the hallway. I follow her until we reach the front hall where the party continues. I see the twins laughing at Zane who dramatically throws a bottle on the floor in reaction. They laugh louder, and he joins them. Whatever game they're playing, the rest of the party looks worried.

  Zane takes Yesenia's hand and strolls past us. The departing twins wave at the crowd of relieved partygoers. Sawyer hurries after the siblings. I watch her ass wiggle in the dress and remember how much sexier it was wrapped around her waist.

  The ride home involves the twins singing very loudly to what I think is a country song. I can't even hear the radio playing. Don't care anyway. My mind is on Sawyer two feet from me. I wonder if she can still feel me inside her. If she doesn't, I suspect she will again soon enough.