Page 56 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
“Don’t mind if I do,” she sassed, smiling as she took another swing.
I grabbed a beer from the garbage can filled with ice and cracked it open. She hopped onto the counter and grabbed my hand, tugging me closer until I was standing between her legs.
“How’s your summer going?” I asked, running my hand up her bare thigh.
She cinched her legs around my waist. “I just got back from a family beach vacation. Thankfully, we all made it out alive.” She shook her head and I laughed.
Kelsey’s life was so blissfully normal. Two parents, one older brother, nice house, no major drama.
“What have you been up to? Besides no good?”
I grinned. “I’ve been a choirboy this summer. Practically a monk.” It wasn’t even a lie. I’d been so busy chasing after one girl, the girl who wanted nothing to do with me, that I hadn’t evenlookedat another girl.
Jesus.What was wrong with me?
“Hmm. That doesn’t sound like you.” She took a sip of her beer, eyeing me. “Are you enjoying monkhood?”
“I was trying it on for size.”
“Does it fit?”
“Apparently not.” I squeezed her thigh, and she leaned in and wrapped an arm around my neck. Then she kissed me. Or I kissed her. Didn’t matter. We were kissing.
My tongue was stroking the roof of her mouth, and my hand was tangled in her hair, and it felt good. Like I was dipping my toe in the water and getting back into the game.
If I asked, I knew Kelsey would come home with me tonight. I could have her. In my bed. On the sofa. On the kitchen counter.
I pulled back and framed her face with my hands, blinking twice to bring her into focus. Big brown eyes, not the purest green, met mine.
Fuck. This wasn’t working.
I took a step back, lifted my beer off the counter, and took a long pull, trying to figure out what was wrong with me.
I wasn’t even hard. Was it the alcohol? I’d never had limp dick syndrome before.
Was I broken?
“What’s wrong? You don’t like my new perfume?” She was teasing, but I heard the hurt in her voice too.
I pushed my hand through my hair, trying to come up with a good explanation, but before I had a chance to respond, Troy interrupted. “McCallister! Your boy needs you.”
Without even stopping to think, I pushed through the bodies in the kitchen, bolted out the door, and vaulted over the deck railing.
“Walker!” Leah screamed as Chad Miller knocked Walker to the ground and jumped on him.
Hell no. Not happening.
I grabbed the back of Chad’s shirt, ripped him away from Walker, and slammed my fist into his face. A guy jumped on my back and got me in a chokehold.
Pretty soon fists were flying, and it was a goddamn free-for-all. Us against them.
I didn’t even know what we were fighting for, but it didn’t matter. I was all in now.
My fist slammed into someone’s face just as I heard someone shout, “Cops!”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
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