Page 6 of Bear the Burden

Now all Wesley could concentrate on was Hyett’s really nice hair. The guy knocked something off of the center console and bent to get it off the passenger floor.

“While you’re down there…” Wesley curled his lips in.

Hyett simply turned his head, still bent over, and arched a brow. “Say that to me when you’re sober and I’ll gladly bend between your legs.”

“You say that now,” Wesley murmured.

He really wished his body would stop floating and the buzzing in his head would shut the hell up. Despite picking up the pain pills for his dad, this was the first time he’d taken them, by accident, and he’d taken two of them no less.

But damn, this was how his father felt when he popped them? How in the hell did he function? Wesley wanted them to wear off this instant.

Hyett cupped Wesley’s jaw and turned his head to lock gazes with him. “You’re baked, hon. And you said you can drive like this?”

Wesley snaked his tongue out and licked Hyett’s finger. It tasted salty.

“Please stop licking me, baby.” Heat flared in those smoky eyes.

“I’m giving you my phone number.” He licked Hyett’s hand again.

“Your tongue is not a pen.” He traced the pad of his thumb over Wesley’s bottom lip and brushed his fingers along the skin just under his ear.

Wesley knew that look. “You can kiss me.”

A warm, sweet smile surfaced. “As tempting as your lips are, I would prefer you to have a clear head for our first kiss.”

Hyett made sure Wesley’s arm was tucked in before he closed the door. The pills’ effect was getting even stronger. Wesley closed his eyes as the world spun around him, wishing Hyett would have kissed him.

* * * *

Hyett jumped into the driver’s seat, knowing full well Killian wasn’t put out that he had to call their dad or Ryker to come get him. Though he did owe his brother for letting some of the air out of Wesley’s tires. Not all of it, because Killian knew it would fuck up the rims if he did that.

His quick action had saved Hyett from having to argue with the human about driving.

Speaking of… He didn’t like how high his mate was. Hyett wasn’t a stick in the mud, but Wesley was at his job, dealing with customers, and he could have seriously hurt himself.

“Tell me where you live, hon.” He started the car then looked over at his mate.

Wesley was leaning against the door, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Great. The guy was asleep. With a sigh, he called Killian.

“Is he all right?” his brother asked as soon as he answered. “He was looking at me all weird, like his brain had checked out. Don’t get pissed at me, but he looked kind of high.”

More than kind of. Wesley was in the zone. “He just fell asleep. Can you ask Cyrus to give me his address?”

“Oh, so he is high.” Killian sounded relieved. “For a second, I thought… Never mind. Hang on.”

Hyett had thought the same thing, that his mate had the hots for Killian. His bear had been ready to maul his own brother.

He watched Killian walk to the kitchen and heard him ask for Wesley’s address. Since Wesley was asleep, Hyett took a really good look at him. There was a smattering of faint freckles over the bridge of his nose, and he had thick eyebrows that rested over pretty almond-shaped eyes.

Wesley was such a stunning man.

“Cyrus cursed because he just realized Wesley left the address portion of his application blank,” Killian said. “What’re you going to do?”

“He’s my mate.”

“I figured as much. Congratulations, bro,” he said with sincerity. “He’s also stubborn as shit and high as hell.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

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