THE LOST CAUSE BAR #wattys2017

Chapter 16

                 

I scrunch my eyes close when the room falls silent as my statement echoes through the four walls. Please ignore what I stupidly just said.

I didn't mean to say that.  I should not have said that. I need to kick myself for telling them that. Unsure of how they will react I slowly open my eyes to see the three of their unmoving forms surrounding me.

            Wyatt looks like he wants, no will go find my ex-boss and shoot him with the gun he has hanging in the back window of his jacked-up truck.

            Sawyer, well he looks like he wouldn't mind joining Wyatt, but by the way his fist is clenching he might knock him unconscious first. Then, revive him.  Finally, just shooting him in each joint. Then, letting Wyatt have the final shot giving the weak man what he rightly deserves.

            Devin, has no change in his facial features but his dilated pupils leads to a closer look at his face, thinned lips and a muscle ticking in his jaw tell a tale other than his indifference to my blurted revelation. He storms off before any other words can be spoken.

            Sawyer and Wyatt share looks between themselves before Wyatt rushes out the door hopefully after Devin.

            I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth worrying the delicate skin in nervousness.  What is he going to do?  How is Wyatt going to stop him?  Lost in my thoughts I do not notice how close Sawyer is until his thumb is on my lips soothing the raw skin with his cool fingers. I go to chew on the other side continuing my nervous habit but his finger is over my poor abused lip stopping me from torturing my self any more.

Instead, his finger is bitten lightly stirring a groan from his lips. Our eyes meet my teeth still skimming over his finger. His eyes darken with arousal that cause my face to heat and my cheeks to redden.

Trying to pull away slowly I curl my lips in but that doesn't move his fingers away from my lips that pulls his finger in between my lips. My tongue runs over my lips trying to help relieve the sting of my teeth brush against his thumb.

He taste of musk with just a hint of salt. But its perfectly Sawyer. He moves closer, our lips inches part. I can feel his heavy uneven breathes fan my lips.  Lean in just a bit and our noses brush I see his tongue peak out from his parched lips. Inches apart our lips part barely touching when a door slamming in the house has me jolting against him mashing our lips together in an abrupt kiss.

Shocks run through me at the accidently kiss have me stumbling back from him hitting the wall feet behind me.

Heavy breathing, wide eyes and my fingers on my lips is how Wyatt finds me as he is the first of the returning pair through the door. I see his head turn from me to Sawyer before turning back to take me in, confusion changing to understanding then to smugness represented by a smirk gracing his ruggedly handsome face.

Devin enters the room as I start to glare at Wyatt and his confidence in finding what he thinks was a moment between Sawyer and I.

A clap draws the tension away from me. Sawyer thankfully pulls the attention to himself, "well since everyone is here I can announce our lunch plans." Wyatt looks at him questionly before switching gears and returning Sawyers smile with one of his own quickly agreeing with the plans.

"Yes we have a picnic planned for just the four of us." Wyatt is quick to chime in and move the plan a long.

Devin's head snaps up from his glaring contest with the floor, his gaze darting from one to next until he settles on me as he addresses his two friends, "What do you me  by 'we' and 'the four of us'?"

Wyatt answers "We as in Sawyer and I are going to pack a picnic for you, Delaney Sawyer and I."

"Of course you too are." I say as I look between the plotting pair.  The two of them are up to something. I can see the conniving and mischievous glints in both of their eyes.

            "Okay, y'all have fun then." Devin says quickly trying to exit the room.

            "I clearly heard Wyatt say your name. So no Devin that means you too." Sawyer corrects him firmly.

            "He doesn't have to... I don't have to..." I try to stop this mess but my stuttering does not help.

            "No you do and so does he. So get dressed and then we'll head out."

            My arms frailing about, "Wyatt one problem with your plan I only have the clothes I wore yesterday at work and maybe an extra pair of shorts in the back of my Bronco, which currently sits at the bar. What am I going to wear?"

            What you have on is good with me. Considering with your arms in the air like that you can see what's beneath that borrowed shirt I don't mind one bit." Sawyer supplies from behind me.

            One chuckle and one scoff later has my hands on the edge of the oversized shirt pulling it as far down as it will go and scurrying off to the room I woke up in.

            Landing, out of breath, on the bed my cheeks heat at their comments or rather Sawyer's, the playboy, who flirts with anything that has boobs and long legs. The man who I kissed even if only by accident wants to spend time with me.

            I squeal into the bed just a little bit.