Eyes on Me (Salacious Players Club, #2)

by Sara Cate

Emerson Grant has faith in me, and I’m not going to let him down. Which means I can’t let those inner voices in. Can’t let them control me. This is going to be great. Our club is going to be great. It has to be.

Because Salacious Players’ Club saved my life.

I’ll get over him someday. I have to. Because at the end of the day, Garrett sees me as his little sister, while I see him as the love of my life.

“I wish I fucking knew why, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Don’t get me wrong—you still drive me insane. You’re bratty as fuck, and I don’t know if I want to strangle you or shut you up with my cock in your mouth, but seeing that photo of you tonight put me over the edge, Mia. I don’t care that you’re my stepsister, and I don’t give a fuck that you’re a camgirl.”

“Mia, I love the way you look when you come. It’s so good I think I could get addicted to it.”

I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking: if we’re doing this to get it out of our systems, we’re fucked—because this feels too good to quit.

“Someday a man will come along who won’t like what you do. He’ll want you to himself because he thinks you’re nothing more than a body he can control, and it will be because he’s insecure. A real man knows that truly possessing someone is a privilege, and it’s not their body you’ll own. It’s so much more. I want you to know the difference, Mia.”

“Listen to me. As long as I’m down here, you won’t stop me, understand? This is the only place I want to be. Now, come on. You can give me one more.”

Her hips start to grind, and I notice the way she keeps lifting herself up, only to have my arms pull her back down.

I lift her up long enough to give myself enough room to talk. “Mia, when I said sit on my face, I meant sit on my fucking face.”

“You’re not a piece of meat, Mia. And no one should make you feel that way.”

“Love isn’t shit. It’s not worth a damn thing. But time, attention, priority…those things are real, and until a man gives you those, don’t give him the time of day, beautiful.

“I want to fill you up,” I mumble against her mouth. “I want you so full of my cum, it drips out of you forever.”

“Garrett,” she whimpers as I kiss her again.

“I want to fuck you whenever I want and I want you to take that fucking IUD out so I can ...

For fifteen years, I’ve known Mia. And while I loved her in my own weird way the entire time, there was never anything more. For so long, nothing. Then suddenly, there was everything.

When I’m with Mia, I don’t feel alone or like I’m battling the heavy winds of my own emotions. I’m so focused on her, and even when we were fighting or teasing each other, with one look, she kept me tethered.

It hits me that the girl I never thought I could be with might have been made for me all along.

Before I know it, I’m in a bad-decision spiral, and the rest is an accident. It really is. They’ll say it wasn’t an accident, but it was. Because I don’t want to die. I just don’t want to live like this anymore.

He’s gone wild—and I love it. Unhinged and free Garrett is my favorite version of him. After relieving him of the pressure on his prostate and reaching up to undo the Velcro straps holding him against the wall, I feel his feral gaze on me. It’s a little like unleashing a wild animal.

As we lie here, I realize there are so many conversations ahead of us. Stories and secrets to be told and more than enough time to get through them all. And I do forgive him. Honestly, I probably forgave him even before he apologized. I just needed time to process my anger. Because deep down, if I’m being honest with myself…I wanted Drake to be Garrett. In my mind, he always was. There was no real Drake.

There always has been and only ever will be Garrett for me. My life has been a mess of failed attempts and indecision, but he is the one thing I can be sure of.

“It’s not a weakness, Garrett. And I didn’t see the mess because I love the mess. I love you for the good and the bad. Plus, I have messes too.”

“You know how much you mean to me, right?”

“I really did try to hide for so long, but you…”

With a smile on my face and his eyes on mine, I reply, “I see you.”

There isn’t a person on this planet more suitable for me or for her than each other.

Now, I wanted everything good in my life at that very moment to last. Slowly over the last decade, since we started Salacious, my life has started to take on some permanence. My friends feel like forever. This company feels like forever. And for a guy who never saw a forever kind of life in his cards, at the exact moment I realized I wanted Mia forever, I let the words slip out.