“Fuck off, I know. You tell me that all the time. Which brings me to the reason I’m here.”
Fuck. “Can’t do it,” Sawyer immediately answered, knowing exactly where Greyson was going with this conversation.
It wasn’t a secret that in the past—even fairly recently, if three months ago qualified as recently—he and Greyson shared women. They’d been doing it since they were teenagers and for the most part, Sawyer hadn’t thought anything of it. Pleasure for the sake of pleasure and all that bullshit. But lately . . .
Sawyer found it damn hard to be with another woman and give her the attention she deserved. No matter who he was with, whether she was blond, brunette, or a striking redhead, Sawyer still thought of Kennedy. When he was plunging his dick into a woman, he found himself caught up in the daydream that Kennedy had finally given in to him.
No one deserved that shit, especially not some unsuspecting woman. Because no matter what people said about him, Sawyer gave a shit about the women he bedded. He was up front with them. One night, that was all he had to offer. They could either take it or leave it. Their choice.
Rather than argue with him, Greyson cocked his blond eyebrow and stared him down. From the outside looking in, they would look like two country boys sitting around shooting the shit. Based on the nonverbal conversation they were having at the moment, they were saying enough to write a fucking book.
And as if the stars were perfectly aligned, Kennedy and her father sat down in the booth next to them, which meant this conversation was about to get him in more shit with her than he was already in.
“Tonight,” Greyson said, and the one word spoke volumes.
“What about it?” Sawyer knew this game, knew he had to play along no matter what or Greyson would keep on.
“I’m meeting this chick at the resort.”
“Since when did we start booking rooms by the hour?” Sawyer asked offhandedly.
The smirk Greyson pulled said more than the following words ever would.
“Let me put it this way, this girl’s got more stamina than the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Trust me, hours ain’t gonna cut it.”
Did Greyson always sound this crass when he talked about women? Hell, did Sawyer?
Shit.
Glancing past Greyson, he noticed the way Kennedy’s head turned slightly, proving that she was certainly eavesdropping even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“What’s her name?” Sawyer asked Greyson.
“Melanie,” Greyson said confidently before taking a long pull of his beer. “Or maybe it’s Sonia. Shit. I don’t know.”
That was exactly what Sawyer thought.
Figuring it was the only way to get Greyson off his ass, he’d have to agree now and come up with an excuse later. Since that was going to only add fuel to Kennedy’s Stay away from Sawyer campaign, he knew he was going to have to double his efforts in the near future. But hell, he’d been doubling and tripling them for weeks now and maybe he was the only one who noticed, but he was making progress.
Minuscule, maybe, but progress nonetheless.
“What time?” he asked.
“Ten.” The excitement that glimmered in Greyson’s eyes almost made Sawyer feel guilty about leading his friend on. Except he knew that Greyson would get what he needed with or without Sawyer there. They weren’t a package deal, never had been, and as of late, Sawyer found himself detaching himself from the threesomes as often as he could.
He wouldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed a good old-fashioned threesome any way he could get it, but as time passed, the more he thought about it, Sawyer knew it wasn’t going to last forever. One day he would find a woman he wasn’t willing to share with anyone.
Hell, who was he kidding? He’d already found that woman. Just the thought of Greyson putting his hands on Kennedy made Sawyer want to cold-cock him.
“So, you in?” Greyson questioned, putting his beer bottle on the table.
“I’ll catch you later. I’ve got something to do beforehand,” Sawyer lied, seriously beginning to regret the lie.
Greyson nodded, grinned, and then slid out of the booth before making a beeline for the door. Sawyer watched as his closest friend left, and when he glanced back, he saw Kennedy staring at him over her shoulder, the death rays shooting out of her eyes enough to level any other man.
But not Sawyer.
Because little did Kennedy know, but there was only one woman he had any interest in lately. Sure, maybe he would give in to the temptation, but eventually, he knew it would all come to an end. He wouldn’t be able to pretend forever, but tonight, thanks to his mood, Sawyer got the feeling he was probably going to cave. As it was, his balls were nearly midnight blue from wanting Kennedy, and the only relief he’d found was with his own hand.