Page 14 of A Wrench in the Plan
I didn’t have the greatest relationship with my mom. She always seemed to be bouncing from man to man, trying to find something to satisfy her or someone to take care of her. Most of them were okay, but there were a few that weren’t. There was always a roof over my head, clean clothes to wear, and food on the table, so I really couldn’t complain. She loved me in her own way. I realized at a pretty young age that she hadn’t dreamed of a life where she was a mother, especially not one that was raising a kid on her own. Sometimes there were things that happened in life that you just had to accept. She accepted that she’d gotten herself strapped with a kid, and I accepted that she did the best that she could raising me.
“Do you worry that if you change your mind later on, it might be too late?” he asked.
“No,” I told him honestly. “I live for the things I have. You, Cat, the club. Those are the things that make life worth living. That make me feel like I belong. I don’t need to know who my dad is… or was, if the case may be, to know that I have a place in this world. I just don’t see the point in hoping for something that might be a letdown when I have so many good things that I could focus on.”
Well, if that didn’t sum up this relationship Chry and I were in, then I had no clue what would.
I realized we were talking about my dad, but that statement was true for most things in my life. And when it came to Chry, I just focused on what I did have with him, instead of daydreaming about a future he probably didn’t want. Maybe deep down, in a place I never let myself go to, I imagined that there could be a shift that would happen one day. That Chry would start to see me as more than just a friend. More than a fuck buddy. But that day might never come, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin what we did have by spilling my guts about how I felt and hoping he’d somehow be struck with a ray of love light.
“Yeah, I suppose that makes sense,” he said, brows pinched together. Which meant that it did not make sense to him at all.
I smiled at him. He was just so… Chry sometimes that you couldn’t help but love the way he was.
Hearing his phone ding, he rolled over and stanched it off the nightstand.
“It’s Cat,” he said as he used his thumb to unlock the screen. “She’s making pizzas for the club, and wants to know if we want to come keep her company while she works.”
That was code forshe wants us to cut things up and roll out dough.
“Alright,” I said, rolling out of bed. “But I’m not chopping onions.”
Chry barked out a laugh as he tapped a reply back to Cat.
“I told her we’d be down in twenty.”
“Twenty?” The kitchen was pretty much right downstairs.
“Yeah,” he said, hand wrapping around his growing cock. “We need a shower. But first I need to make that mouth dirty.”
“That would make more sense if you said we need to brush our teeth,” I pointed out teasingly.
“Just go with it,” he shot back, mouth tipping up on one side in that sexy smirk that always made me weak in the knees. “Let’s sixty-nine and see who can make the other come first.”
“You’re on,” I said as I jumped back onto the bed.
Just for the record, I won.
CHAPTER SIX
Cat
“I can’t go home drunk!” I said at what I thought was a normal volume, but by the way blurry Chry cringed, I assumed it was way louder.
“I’m sure your mom knows you drink by now,” Chry said, picking me up and plopping me in the backseat of one of the club’s SUVs that he borrowed to come pick up Evan and me.
We might have had one too many martinis.
I’d texted Sparrow to come get us when we realized that Evan and I shared the same room-spinning symptoms. Guess what that little traitor did! She told her brother to deal with it.
“Yes, but she can’tseeme drink,” I said. “Or drunk, I guess. And do you know what my dad would do?!”
Chry stiffened at that. His eyes locked with mine and I saw the panic there. My dad would never hurt me, but he would be very unhappy and disappointed. Not to mention, Chry and Evan would probably end up on his blacklist for a while, because in his mind, they’d let it happen. Yeah, Chry wouldn’t be the one bringing me home in this state for my dad to see.
“You’ve made your point,” he said, making sure the buckle was secure around me.
Evan snorted from the front seat.
“Let’s just take her home with us,” Evan said right before Chry shut the back door. “I mean, not home, but, like, back to your place. Or you can drop us off at mine.”
