Page 15 of Wreckage of My Life
“You’re still here,” I squeak out.
“In the flesh,” he grins. The man looks great even with sleep under his eyes. What kind of a weird human is this? Maybe he needs a haircut though, I decide, thankful to have finally found a fault in his appearance.
“Why?”
“Why not?” he shrugs, and I got no good comeback to that.
My cell phone starts ringing from the nightstand. I wonder when I put it there during our extreme nightly activities. I feel so sore in all kinds of good ways that I don’t think I have the energy to stretch my arm and grab it.
I’m startled when Wrecker leans over me to pick it up. Before dropping it in my lap, he peeks at the screen.
“Who’s Colton?”
“Oh,” I jump at hearing my brother’s name and grab the phone, hurrying to answer it before it goes to voicemail, but it’s too late. “Damn it.”
“Huh,” Wrecker hums under his breath right before he stretches his arms over his head, then finally slides out of bed. My eyes go straight to the cheeks of his ass, admiring their perfect roundness. Guys usually, in my experience, have flat as a pancake ass. Not this guy though.
He walks to the bathroom, does his business, surprising me when I hear him washing his hands after using the toilet. That’s another thing most guys in my experience never do. Wash their hands after using the bathroom.
He walks out still naked, and I swear he is flexing a little when I see his ab definition protruding more. He struts proudly to his pile of clothes and finally starts showing signs that he may leave.
“What’s your name?” he asks while pulling his jeans over his naked cock. My eyes go wide in my face when I see him balling his dirty boxers and shooting them like a basketball into the trashcan he placed next to the bed sometime during the night. It is now filled with four condoms and one pair of male boxers.
I finally process what he asked me, and I am horrified. I just had wild sex with a man who doesn’t even know my first name.
“Becca.”
“Nice,” he nods and pulls his t-shirt over his head, following it with that leather vest he was wearing last night. Looks like he’s got a nametag over the right side of his chest. Good idea. I should’ve worn a nametag, too.
“Thanks for last night, Wrecker.” I do my best not to make this awkward, but I really need him to be out of here already.
“You trying to get rid of me, Bex?” His teasing smirk paired with the shortening of my name that’s already shortened makes my heart beat a tad faster.
“Maybe a little.” I decide to go with honesty. I got nothing to lose at this point. I am going back to Montana in a week, and I will never see this man again as I do not foresee ever coming back to Texas.
“Since we’re being honest,” he smooths his hair back and puts the baseball cap on backwards. That move does things to me. “I have to say that I would not have pegged you as someone who’d cheat on their man, but I dig it since you cheated with me.” I am so confused and have no idea what he’s talking about.
“What…” I’m shaking my head at him.
“So, because of that,” he gives me an obnoxious wink, “I’d like to buy you lunch.”
“Lunch?” I know I sound stupid and like I can’t form full sentences, but what in the hell is this man talking about?
“Unless you’re not into eating. Then, I’m gonna say my goodbyes now.” He gives me a two finger mock salute which I happily return.
“Yeah, I’m not into that. At all.”
“Good deal,” he smirks. “See ya around, babe.”
The door to my hotel room slams after him with a low key thud. Almost disappointing. I was hoping for a loud bang.
And speaking of that, he did bang me good last night, however, what a douchebag in the morning. Wow. I sure know how to pick them.
I get out of bed and rush to the door to put the safety lock on. I don’t need any surprise visitors while I’m in the shower, which I plan on taking before I call my brother back.
I rush through that, deciding to forego drying my hair. I want to walk to the diner around the corner for some food, and I’m sure it is still hot as all hell outside, so I don’t have to worry about my hair being wet for long.
I put the same shorts from last night back on, and decide on a ribbed tank top to go with them. I love the way it looks with the sports bra underneath, and I don’t feel as exposed when in daylight.
