Page 38 of Wreckage of Us
“Well, is it or isn’t it? Five days,” I explain when he’s looking at me in confusion.
“It is,” he says after a moment of hesitation. What the hell is happening?
“Becca,” Dylan calls from behind me. It’s like I can’t catch a break. “I need to talk to you about a few things.”
“Hold on, let me finish with Colt,” I yell over my shoulder. That’s when I catch Colt’s eyes looking behind me. I look too and it’s only Dylan standing there. They’re both staring at each other, like they’re having this silent conversation, and I am intruding. When did this happen?
“Colt needs to pack,” Dylan points out. “Come with me. I need to show you what Sully and Puck did to your house.”
That definitely gets my attention.
“Sully and Puck did things to my house?” I exclaim in a shocked tone. “Shouldn’t they have my permission to do so?”
“They had mine,” Dylan smirks at me.
“They had yours…” I repeat, all dumbfounded, then watch him going back downstairs. “And what the hell gave you the impression that it is okay for you to allow your friends to do things to my house?”
I start yelling and follow him down the steps, but then stop abruptly to turn and look at Colt.
“Don’t you think that this is over, mister,” I point a finger at him. “I’ll get to the bottom of whatever it is that’s happening here. Because something is, I can feel it,” I assure him and watch in fascination how his face drops in shock.
With that, I get back to the task at hand. Dylan telling me that his friends have been messing with my house.
“I don’t want them doing anything,” I call out to him when I finally find him in my kitchen. He is staring out the window, seeming to look right at the large bush I have been complaining about for how long now.
“That needs to come out,” he jerks his chin that way.
“What?” I still ask even though I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“That monster of a bush there,” he points with his head again, never taking his eyes off it.
“Listen here, buddy.” I am so mad right now, and the way he turns his amused gaze on me is fueling my fire. “I don’t know in what parallel universe you think you landed where you can come into my house, mylife,” I raise my voice higher yet, “and start making demands. But it’s time for you to go.”
“No can do,” he smirks, then starts patting his pockets like he’s looking for something. “Damn,” he mumbles, distracting me from my yelling at him.
“What?”
“I can’t find my smokes,” he sounds distraught.
“You are not smoking in my house, Dylan,” I get going again. “I don’t need my baby to be born with birth defects from second hand smoke inhalation.”
My words seem to sober him up.
“Ourbaby,” he interrupts my rant.
“I don’t think so,” I deadpan. “You had your chance to claim this baby. But no, you are all the high and mighty Dylan Knight.Wrecker.” I start moving my hands around as I talk. “Whatever or whoever the hell you are. But I’ll tell you one thing,” I stick my hand in his face again, “and you can take it to the bank, mister…”
I don’t have time to finish my thought, and I don’t even remember what I wanted to say when, with sudden moves, Dylan wraps his large hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into him. His lips smash onto mine before I have the chance to blink, the surprise element totally on his side, and of course he takes advantage of it.
His tongue does a lazy sweep of my mouth, and mine apparently has no damn spine and falls for it. Damn tongue.
I moan when he lifts me off my feet and plants my ass on the kitchen counter, right next to the sink. My legs come up and wrap around his hips, forcing him to come as close as possible.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” he mumbles into my mouth even though it’s been only what, two days since we last kissed? Although he was sick a lot before that, so I see how it could feel longer. It’s been a lifetime for me.
“I am so sorry,” he murmurs in between open mouth kisses that completely steal my breath away.
“Dylan,” his continuous apologies get to me now. They remind my brain of all the bad things he said to me in spite of my body only wanting to remember the amazing things he did and can do again to me.
