Page 30 of A Little Bit Reckless
A door slammed somewhere in the house. Wells ripped the box of tissues in half. He threw both halves across the room before plopping on the couch, and I left after that. I faded back into the shadows, my essence sticky between my legs as I quietly padded to a guest room. I immediately went to the bathroom, feeling guilty again.
I wasn’t supposed to see what I just saw, and, as I cleaned myself up, I was confused why it affected me the way it had. Iliked Bru. I more than liked him and should be devastated that he said there was someone else, not turned on.
I guess Wells was that someone else.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Wells
“I still don’t know how the dads found out about all this,” I said, unstrapping my seat belt in Thatcher’s ride. He drove a Range Rover and pulled us up in front of a local theater in our hometown, Maywood Heights. Everyone entering sported tuxes and other fancy shit, and that was exactly the attire my buddy Thatcher and I rocked tonight. My bow tie choked the fuck out of me, and I hated wearing such tapered shit, but it was necessary.
We were going to the ballet.
Mind you, this wasn’t our choice and something our dads had been doing for what felt like the beginning of time. Whenever one of their sons fucked up, our dads took us to the ballet. Ballet outings were forspecialfuckups though. If my buddies or I crossed a woman (or in my case, a partner), our dads made us all suffer through an entire night of tights and boring-ass shit. Our dads also suffered through it, so we all knew they were doing this to teach us a lesson. The whole thing was something about reminding us to be better men to our partners. The guys in the ballet were delicate with their ladies or whatever.
It was just all a giant snoozefest for me, and I knew thisparticulartime it was about me. I didn’t know how the dads found out about everything with Bow, but I knew they did. I heard it from both my mom and my dad. Mom’s response to everything was sweet as pie of course. She could never even yell at me growing up, but she had expressed how disappointed she was with me in several texts. That felt shitty as hell, but it was better than when my dad contacted me. Hecalled me,and he never called.
Still hearing his rant in my head, I faced Thatcher. He went James Bond tonight with a white jacket and black pants. He didn’t take out his earrings of course, and his spiked crosses dangled when he unstrapped himself. He left the car running since we were using valet. He frowned at me. “I called this one in myself, bro.”
My brow had to have jumped to my hairline. I pushed back my hair. “What?”
I knew he was pissed at me after what happened, and rightly so. Bow was his sister, but he’d never tell our dads about our shit. Not on purpose anyway.
At least, I thought he wouldn’t.
Thatcher came around the Range Rover after handing the keys to the valet, and I got out of the car too. He pressed a finger to my chest. “I told your ass to stop this shit with my sister years ago, so yeah, I’m still pissed.”
He hadn’t spoken to me the majority of our ride to the theater. I obviously knew he was still pissed, but I was giving him his space.
Sighing, Thatcher shook his head. “I let this shit go on for too long, so maybe a part of me called this in for myself, too. I was too complacent.”
I knew why he did go along with it. My vendetta against his sister meant no guys wanted to be around. Thatcher was doing the older-brother thing by cockblocking.
He obviously was regretting that now. Our other friends made their appearance when they pulled up in Wolf’s Hummer. I wasn’t surprised that Dorian, Wolf, and Bru traveled together. Dorian was dating Wolf’s sister, and Wolf and Bru were brothers.
It still wasn’t easy to see Bru. What happened on the couch last night was too fresh.
All three guys looked pissed stepping out of Wolf’s Hummer. I could imagine Dorian and Wolf just didn’t want to be there. They hadn’t screwed up in a while since they had steady partners they both loved and respected. Everyone knew this shit was on me, but it was only Bru who looked like he actually wanted to kill me. Dorian and Wolf might just rough me up a little, but Bruno Sloane-Mallick gave off like he’d finish the job and then some.
Bru had his hands in his pockets and his suit was just as tapered as mine, his shoes shined. He looked sexy as fuck with his hair moussed back, and I hated that he looked sexy as fuck. I hated that hebothered meand took me to my limits.
I wanted him to stay last night so I could watch my cum seep out of his ass. I wanted him to stay so I could push it back in and watch the face he made as I did it.
I wanted him to stay.
He hadn’t of course, and that made sense.
He flanked Dorian, who wore his own suit. Dorian Prinze was Pembroke U’s quarterback, and he rocked a black-on-black suit tonight. Wolf was right behind him once he handed his keys to the valet.
Wolf looked like he belonged in an Armani ad with his height and his wild curls ponied up. I might be in that spread with him,since I took some creative license and wore a patterned tux. I kept it classy with a jacquard black pattern.
Dorian and Wolf mumbled low hellos in my direction after shaking my hand. They both snapped their fingers after the greeting, but there was nothing warm or inviting about those handshakes.
Bru didn’t shake my hand at all. I got barely a chin tip, and that was probably only out of formality. He followed the guys toward the theater.
“Kid, hold up,” I said to him, and he sighed before turning around. The others went on into the theater, and I wasn’t even going to touch that one. Normally, we all had a quick smoke before our dads arrived. It was the only way we could get through this shit, but no one even bothered tonight.
