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It fucking saysTREMBLAYin big, bold letters.

The letters distort with each savage thrust. Because that’s what he’s doing. He’s thrusting and fucking, holding her in place, taking and taking and taking.

She moans—she fucking moans—and my brain and body go to war with one another.

Without my permission, my cock presses against the zipper of my jeans. Bile rises in my throat and a wave of disgust washes over me.

“Harder,” Sawyer demands, her voice airy and pleading.

The word lands like a punch to my gut.

She—she likes this? She wants it harder?

I can’t look away from the pale globes of her ass. From his fingers as they dig into her cheeks. He’s got her spread wide, and he’s fixated on the place where he’s penetrating her. With the grip he has on her, I swear he’s trying to mark her.

But she’s mine.

She always has been.

She was always supposed to be.

“Mercer,” she moans.

The pleasure in her voice is undeniable. My brain knows it, and my cock knows it, too. Fuck.I will not blow my load listening to my girl moan another man’s name.Even if he does look like me from this angle.

Silently, I move.

Through the dark. Deeper into the locker room. I stay far enough away that they won’t sense me now or see me when they’re finally through.

My mind goes blank. My body goes numb.

Then I pull out my phone, line up the shot, and hit record.

Chapter fifty-seven

Sawyer

When I wake up ten minutes before my alarm, I count it as a win. I’m rested enough and anxious to get on with the week.

There’s a text waiting from Noah when I unlock my phone. Just a simple good morning. He’s always up early, and waking to greetings like this has become commonplace.

I don’t expect to hear from Mercer until our regular meeting in his office.

Eight a.m. can’t come soon enough. It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I last saw him, but I miss him something fierce.

He took me back to his condo on Saturday after our encounter in the locker room, where he fucked me in his shower, then again in his bed. Then he sat beside me, propped up against the headboard with his acoustic guitar, and sang me to sleep.

I drifted into a dreamless sleep, then woke up rested and sated in his arms. After a quick trip home to change, I met Atty for breakfast, though Ty never showed up. For the rest of the day, I forced myself to study, holed up in the library. It took enormous effort to stay focused, but I was on the brink of being behind, so I put my head down and even got work done for the coming week.

Focusing on my own schoolwork has proven to be the biggest challenge in my effort to juggle my job, my assistantship, time with Atty and Ty, and even more time with Mercer and Noah.

By some miracle, I held strong and stayed at the library despite receiving several messages from Mercer and Noah throughout the afternoon.

I’m going to have to talk to them about trying to lure me to the orchard on the weekends. It’s too damn tempting, and this two-against-one business isn’t fair.

I didn’t come to Holt only to be close to Atty and Ty. I love learning, and I’m enjoying my coursework, so it’s imperative that I carve out time to focus on my studies.

I suppose, though, that it wouldn’t hurt to see whether I could get any work done at the orchard. I could camp out in the bakery on Saturday before the boys’ game. And maybe, if I got my work done early enough, I could spend a little quality time with Noah before heading back to campus.