Page 65 of Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)

Chapter fifty-six

Tytus

M ine .

He’s touching what’s mine.

He’s taking what’s mine.

He’s groping and pounding and fucking what’s mine .

When Sawyer texted to say she was still at the arena, I circled back, telling Atty and the team I’d catch up, even though I had no intention of doing so.

No.

I had other plans.

With Atty, the team, and the rest of our friends distracted, I’d found the perfect opportunity to get Sawyer all to myself.

I had every intention of helping her close, then taking her back to her room and officially making her mine.

This motherfucker beat me to it.

He’s a beast, rutting into her from behind like an animal.

My instincts scream, telling me to hunt him down, skin him alive, and hang his hide on my wall.

He’s still fully dressed, his trousers hanging open. She, on the other hand, stands helpless with her pants at her ankles and her top pushed up high enough to expose her tits.

With the way he’s got my jersey shoved up to expose her backside, my number is indistinguishable.

But that’s not where I’m focused. I can’t look away from the creamy pale skin on display, even in the dark.

With her hair twisted around his fist, the letters on the back of that jersey are visible.

My name’s right fucking there.

It fucking says TREMBLAY in 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.