Room 452

He leans back against the pool wall. “Kyle. Are you still not going to tell me yours?”

I ignore his question. “Kyle? So are you one of those tool Kyles or are you an exception to the stereotype?”

He leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Definitely the tool type.”

I pull back and smile up at him. “Just what I wanted to hear.”

I try to lean forward to kiss him, but arms wrap around my waist and pull me back. I feel hot breath on my ear. “How about you cool off in the hot tub with me?” Sawyer grits through his teeth.

I laugh as he drags me backwards. “How would a hot tub cool me off?”

He picks me up like I weigh nothing and walks up the pool steps and over to one of the hot tubs next to the pool. “I’m not letting you use me as foreplay for one of these fuckers.” He says as he sets me down in the hot water and places his arm around my shoulders, staking his claim on me in front of the guys.

I flutter my lashes at him and smirk. “Oh but baby, I already gave out my number to five of them. The moment you’re back in your room, one of them will replace you.”

His arm slides behind my back into the water, and his fingers grip onto my side. He leans closer to me, so that his voice rumbles in my ear. “Try to replace me. I dare you.”

Even though we are in the hot tub, I feel shivers run up my spine. I don’t know if that’s what Sawyer meant by cooling off, but I am more turned on than before. I turn to face him with a scowl on my face. “What’s your game here?” I scooch away further so I can look him right in the face. “We obviously aren’t going to fuck, so why are you determined to ruin my sex life?”

He raises his arms up and places his hands behind his head as leans back and smirks at me. “Because it’s fun.”

I stare harder, and he adds on. “Are you always this horny? Or do I just bring it out of you?”

I float back and lean against the hot tub wall across from him. “If you must know, I don’t have time to find men that often back at home since I work so much. I was planning on getting my fill this week if you know what I mean, but instead I just keep getting cockblocked over and over for no fucking reason.”

He laughs at my misery. “Fuck yes. That’s even better than I thought. Now you are going to be a crazy B at the office. I thought I was just messing up your week, not your whole fucking weird sex schedule for the year.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why are you wasting your time? I’m sure there’s plenty of girls here that will lower their standards and sleep with you.”

He gives me a wicked smile. “Well, unlike you, I have no problem getting any back at home, and besides, this is way more satisfying than any lay.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “It wouldn’t be more satisfying than a lay with me.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Maybe if you were on your knees.”

I smile back because he doesn’t realize I can’t be slut shamed. “I don’t mind being on my knees, Sawyer.” I lick my lips as I run my eyes down his chest.

Before he can respond, Kyle sits down next to me in the hot tub. “So this is where you snuck off to?” He smiles at me.

Sawyer gives him a death glare. “Fuck off, dick.”

I open my eyes wide because even in my drunk state, I know those are fighting words. “Sawyer.” I whisper-shout over to him in warning.

He stands in the tub, and Kyle turns toward him. “What did you say?”

I can feel the tension rising in the air, so I stand as well to try to stop this. Sawyer starts talking again before I get the chance. “Why don’t you turn back around and head back to your frat party. The grown ups are talking here.”

I feel Kyle’s body moving forward toward Sawyer, so my body’s instincts take over as I reach out and grab his arm to stop him. He turns and looks down at me, and I give a nervous chuckle. “Sorry. We’ve been drinking too much.”

His face softens as he looks at me, and he whispers but loud enough for Sawyer to hear. “Is he bothering you? Do you need us to get rid of him?”

I see Sawyer roll his eyes in the background, but I just ignore him. “No. Thanks though. Unfortunately, he belongs to me.” I snarl over toward Sawyer.

I look back up at Kyle and give him a flirty smile. “We’re getting out of here now. Text me later?”

Before Kyle can respond, Sawyer pulls my arm, and starts walking us toward the steps. “Don’t fucking text her.” He sneers at Kyle.

I giggle and make my fingers into a phone shape and mouth, “Call me,” into my hand back at Kyle as Sawyer continues to pull me out.