Torn Apart (Torn and Bound Duet 1)

Avoidance is my favorite game.I can’t get the scene I walked into out of my head. Mia’s pouty pink lips, swollen like she’d been kissed good. I recognized the look because they were the same way the night we almost fucked. Her nipples were poking out of her tank top. A clear indication she was turned on.

Ashton’s face and neck had a little pink hue to them, like he was flushed. He was sporting a tent under his pants that couldn’t be explained by anything other than a hard-on.

All signs point to these two going at it before I walked in, which is really fucking weird since Ashton is gay. Maybe he plays for both teams. But if that’s the case, and he and Mia have something going on, why did she allow my mouth on her and my fingers in her the other night? And why does it seem like Ashton might be fully aware and okay with that?

I should be in my room studying plays, but instead I’m going to get food. It was like Ashton tricked me into that shit. His mouth was moving and words were coming out and the next thing I knew, I was jumping into my truck to get them food as he demanded.

I stop at Olympia, my favorite Greek restaurant, and pick us each up a gyro with fries, making sure Mia’s doesn’t include any green onions, and then head back to the apartment.

This time when I walk in, they’re on opposite ends of the couch, silently playing a video game I immediately recognize as Call of Duty.

“Got the food,” I say, dropping the bag onto the center of the coffee table, knowing full well I’m blocking their view of playing.

“Damn it, I was killed,” Ashton whines. “You better have included dessert in there,” he says, dropping his controller next to him.

He rifles through the bag and nods. “Good job. We love Greek.” He throws Mia a foil-wrapped gyro. “Don’t we, MiMi?”

“Yeah,” she says softly, catching it.

“I aim to please,” I say sarcastically, grabbing my own, so I can take it to my room to work.

“Hey, man,” Ashton calls out, “don’t be like that. You bought, so the least we can do is repay you with our wildly entertaining personalities.”

Since I’ve made an ass of myself where Mia’s concerned, it’s probably not a bad idea. Plus, they both seem eager for the distraction of whatever it is I interrupted.

“Do you guys do this often?” I ask as I sit down in the recliner beside the sofa. I motion with my gyro to the candy and alcohol stockpile on the coffee table.

“Pretty much.” Ashton shrugs and inhales his gyro.

“How are you so…” I gesture at his body—cut abs, muscular shoulders, and solid biceps. “That.”

Ashton grins, wide and infectious. “Thank you for noticing,” he jokes. “Genetics. I’m naturally this hot. Have you seen my dad? My mom’s the better looking of the two if you can imagine it. I think Marilyn Manson calls us the beautiful people.”

“Oh God,” Mia groans. “Look what you started.”

I smirk as I unwrap my gyro. “Genetics, huh? Keep eating that shit and it’ll catch up to you.”

“He swims every day,” Mia tattles, shooting him a look of exasperation. “He’s on the swim team but…”

“But I’m on probation,” Ashton finishes, polishing off his gyro and crumpling up the foil before tossing it at Mia.

It certainly explains his physique.

“Probation, huh? What happened?” I lift a brow at him in question before taking a bite.

His eyes drop to my mouth and I suddenly become self-conscious, hurrying to devour my food in a few short bites. Ashton watches me with blatant interest. This guy has to be bi to switch gears so quickly between the hottie beside him and now me.

“I got caught with weed in my bag. This dick licker, Travis, framed me.” He shrugs, but I can see the anger that flashes in his eyes. “Since Mia takes fucking forever to eat, you can play with me.”

He tosses me the controller. While I’m okay at this game, Ashton destroys at it.

“For a big boy, you sure do run like a girl,” Ashton taunts. “Dude, where the fuck are you going? Follow me.”

I grumble, trying to keep up with his hyper ass on the game. He just blows shit up left and right. Mia laughs every time I get shot, which I deserve. When I finally get killed, Mia leaps up, leans over Ashton, and snags the controller out of my hand. The hoodie she’s now wearing slides up and exposes tiny black shorts that show off her pert ass, reminding me of the way she crawled across my bed in that tiny dress. It rode up her hips, showing just a hint of her ass cheeks. She was like a different woman at The Lodge: face full of makeup, no glasses… Here, she’s just as sexy, but she’s different, and it makes me wonder which Mia is the real Mia.