Page 49 of Wrecked

“I…” She glanced away.

“Look…” he sighed. “I’m going places and doing things I won’t involve you in. There is no us if you really think about it. You needed help and I did my job.”

That was technically a lie, but the more he thought about all the good he could do, the more he liked the idea of rescuing people—children specifically. Children like he had been and Angel, who didn’t stand a chance.

And for the first time in his life, he thought that maybe he had found his calling.

Now he just needed to figure out how to go about it.

Rebel had the idea that Crow could help him find the answers.

Late the next day…

Entering the expensive lobby of the first hotel they had stayed in, Crow headed toward the elevator. The man still had a room rented and Rebel’s new clothes were still hanging in the closet.

“Wait.” Rebel pulled Crow to a stop.

“What?”

“Have a drink with me,” Rebel said, but when he pulled on Crow’s hand the man didn’t move.

Rebel released his grip, tossed up his hands, and walked into the lounge. The woman smiled at him and he asked for a booth. He was very aware that Crow had followed and was on his ass right now.

Smiling, Rebel slid into the booth. He ordered a vodka soda with lime and Crow ordered the same. The place was noisy and filled with a working crowd in business attire and Rebel was glad he had had the chance to change into the clean clothes Crow had thoughtfully provided at the roadside motel.

The man really had thought ahead before coming to rescue him and Angel.

The waitress dropped off their drinks and Rebel ran his finger down the condensation on the glass. They stayed only long enough to finish their drinks.

“You did the right thing,” Crow said and Rebel nodded.

“I know. I don’t want her to hate me, though,” he said, pushing the elevator button.

“When she gets older, she will realize you saved her life.”

They stepped inside the empty car, and when the doors closed, Rebel moved in closer to Crow.

As the elevator raced upward, Rebel grabbed the front of Crow’s shirt and pulled.

“What?” Crow resisted and Rebel lifted on his toes and pressed his lips to Crow’s mouth.

“I haven’t kissed you in days.”

“A day,” Crow argued.

“No, it’s been more than twenty-four hours,” Rebel said, biting at the man’s bottom lip.

Crow resisted for another moment and then Rebel felt when the man caved. Those strong hands gripped his hips, fingers dug into his ass, and Rebel stepped between Crow’s widening stance and pressed closer.

“This is a very bad idea,” Crow muttered.

His head was saying one thing while his dick was saying another. If they did this, there might not be any coming back from it.

Rebel gazed up at him, licked his lips, and nodded. “It is, but only for this moment? You can do that, yes?”

Crow frowned as the door pinged open, but Rebel caught his hand and pulled him along the hallway to their hotel room.

When Rebel pressed the key card against the lock and pushed him into the hotel room, Crow could only follow.

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