Page 54 of Wright Kind of Trouble

My cock stirred at her closeness. If I were a different person, a different guy…

But I was not that guy. I’d made the choice about us at our first meeting. We could fuck. Man, could we ever fuck. I’d have her bent over my bed all night for how much I wanted her. That hot, feisty mouth and her tight little body and wet fucking pussy. Every fiber of my being wanted that with her.

Oh, how I hated being the bigger person.

“To your house.”

She shook her head. “Nope. Your place.”

“Get in the car, Wright.”

Her eyes lit up. Wasted drunk and still defiant as hell. “I want to be in your bed.”

I exhaled and then finally nodded. “Fine. Stay in my bed.”

That didn’t mean anything was going to happen. But I didn’t feel comfortable leaving her here. Not when her friends had let her wander off, we were this close to bar close, and as far as I knew, she didn’t have another way home.

So, I helped her into the passenger side and drove home.

It had nothing to do with wanting her there.

Nothing at all.

15

Harley

“Chase?”

He kept his eyes on the road as he pulled into his neighborhood. “Hmm?”

My head was spinning a million miles a minute. I couldn’t believe he was here. I couldn’t believe we were going to his house. I couldn’t believe any of it.

I leaned across the seat. His hand was on the stick shift, and I threaded my fingers through his on top of it. He breathed out heavily, but didn’t move it.

“Can we call a truce?”

“A truce?” he asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“What is involved in this truce?”

“You fuck me.”

He choked on a laugh. “Harley, you’re drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

His eyes shot to mine in disbelief. “Uh-huh.”

Okay. I was that drunk. I had a line of black Sharpie marks up my arm that listed all the drinks I’d had. Way too many. I’d almost thrown up halfway through the night, and my head was still spinning.

But God, I wanted his cock inside of me. I wanted it so fucking bad. Like I’d never wanted it before.

He parked the Porsche in the garage and came around to the passenger side as I tried to step out. Instead, I nearly ate it, barely catching myself on the door to his Subaru.

“Fuck,” I bit out.

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