Page 93 of Wreck Me

“Nice, dickhead!” I say, smacking him on the back of his head.

“It’s true! Want me to tell him about what it was like to watch you make out with a chick who you were not into?”

Carter laughs, throwing his head back and making me smile. I fucking love that sound.

The three of us talk, and Carter and Trey each have two rounds of drinks when, suddenly, he stiffens across from me. With a gentle nod of his head, Trey signals for me to brace myself as one of two people I loathe is approaching our table. The first one is in Seattle, I know without a doubt his ass isn’t walking into The Whispering Well at eleven at night to talk to me. So that only leaves one other option.

Nick.

Despite Trey’s warning, I feel absolutely nothing. I may have felt discomfort and annoyance the last time I saw him, but I’m so confident with where I’m at in life and in my relationship that I feel absolutely nothing at all. But he runs in thesame group that Trey does, so I guess it’d be rude if his group didn’t pop over to say hi.

The group of three of them reach our table, and two of Trey’s friends fist-bump him. When they turn to face me, they give me a nod. Trey’s the first one to speak up.

“You guys already know Finn. This is his boyfriend, Carter.”

Carter must clock Nick’s reaction because his fingers twitch against my thigh where his hand is resting. Moving his hand to the back of my neck in a possessive display that sends shockwaves of lust down my spine, he pulls me closer, pressing a delicate kiss on my neck and whispering, “I love you,” into my ear, making me shiver. I can feel Carter’s eyes focused only on me, as if I’m the only person in the room. It’s a heady feeling and one I bask in.

“Hey, guys,” I say as I nod, not giving Nick any attention. I don’t care what he thinks or feels. I hope he’s found happiness like I have.

They walk off as Trey’s eyes get big.

“Fucking awkward. Why does Nick have to make shit so weird?”

“So that’s the asshole who cheated on you?” Carter asks for clarification.

“Yeah, babe, it is.”

“What a fucking tool. You definitely leveled up.”

Laughs burst from both Trey and I. “I definitely did.”

“So, what now?” Trey asks.

“Now, we both find jobs,” I reply. “I’m building my travel blog, but it’s going to be a little bit before I’m making a livable wage from it. I’ll be living off my trust until then.”

“I don’t know what the hell I’m gonna do, but something will come together.”

“Why don’t you come work at the distillery? Finn said youwere his assistant, right? If you like admin work, it’s no different. Our intern, Marcus, is done with school and moving back home to Virginia.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? As long as you can take some shit, my brothers are crazy.”

“He’s not exaggerating. They’re all batshit crazy.”

Trey laughs, but he’s in for a rude awakening.

“Yeah, man, I’d like that. Who doesn’t want to work at a distillery?”

We spend the next few hours talking and hanging out until I have to physically drag Carter out of the bar because he’s having so much fun. He’s a little tipsy, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him like this.

The moment we’re in my SUV, Carter’s hands are on me, pawing my chest, rubbing his palm over my rapidly hardening cock through my jeans. His mouth connects with my neck, licking a line from the base to my ear, sending chills over my body.

“Pull over. It can’t wait. I need you now.” His voice is thick with lust, turning me on further. I reach for the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning them and slipping my hand inside, easily finding his waiting, hard dick, wanting to give him some relief.

“Fuck. Already hard for me, lover?”

“Ugnh,” is all he can reply. I fucking love how responsive he is when I touch him.

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