Page 69 of Reckless

“I wonder if he is secretly a nice guy,” he said.

“He has his moments every now and again,” I answered.

“He agreed to be the best man after I told him you and Nick broke up.”

“You told him?” My throat clenched.

“Yeah. I think he didn’t want you to be stuck with one of my married friends. He also promised not to bring a date, so at least both of you are going to be solo.” Some of my discomfort must have shown on my face. “Shit,” Lucas continued. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to talk about you and Nick behind your back, but we all know Tyler. We didn’t want him doing or saying something that would upset you. Especially at the wedding. And you know how people get at weddings…”

“Talking about the poor, single maid of honor?” I asked, not at all interested in that conversation. I wanted to be alone so I could properly obsess over Tyler and analyze every word he said to me earlier that night. Lucas just nodded at my question. “I’m not upset Nick and I broke up,” I said, and I meant every word. “It’s fine. We weren’t a good fit. You don’t have to spare my feelings.”

“Good. You will find someone better.”

“I know.”

Lucas bumped his shoulder into mine and stood up. He approached Clem, who had returned and was now talking to Madison. The three of them said good night to the rest of us and left. Half an hour later everyone was in their bedrooms, including me.

I waited until two in the morning and decided they were all asleep. And that’s when I snuck out of my room.

Chapter Twenty-One

Hannah

“That’sthesecondtimeyou sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night, little Spencer. Did you come to steal again?”

I stood by the door, looking at Tyler. He laid on his bed, wide awake obviously. The moment he lifted himself in a sitting position, I walked over to the bed. The curtains were open, so there was enough light in the room for me to be able to see every move of his body, but his face remained in the shadows.

“Lucas thinks you agreed to be the best man because you wanted to spare me the discomfort of being the only single person at that altar.”

“I’m not that thoughtful guy, little Spencer,” he shook his head. “I thought you knew that already.”

I completely disagreed with that but said nothing. Instead, I asked.

“Why did you agree then?”

“I don’t know,” he moved to the edge of the bed. Two small steps separated us. He ran a hand over his face and shoved it in his hair. “Why did you two break up?”

“Not because of you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Tyler stood up slowly and came standing right in front of me. I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face.

“Good,” he said and slid his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. Our lips were just an inch apart.

“Are you and Chloe together?” He shook his head. “Good.”

I lifted myself on my toes and pressed my mouth to his. His hand squeezed the back of my neck in response. I moaned. He angled my head back to gain a better access and his tongue invaded my mouth. I slid my hands over his bare back, and he dug his fingers in my hair, squeezing it hard, and removed his mouth from mine. My eyes found his. He held my gaze for a while.

“I am still a bastard.”

I didn’t believe that one bit, but telling him that right now wasn’t something he would handle well. Not to mention he would read too much into what we were doing. I didn’t want him overthinking this. For once in my life, I wanted to do something for the pleasure of it and I didn’t want someone else’s conscience to stand in my way.

“You are still a bastard,” I agreed and gently bit on his lower lip. He pulled me by the hair and exposed my neck. He pressed open mouthed kisses from the spot behind my ear down to my collarbone.

“I am sorry,” he murmured into my skin and opened his fists to release my hair. I didn’t have to ask him for what. I knew he meant the night he left my apartment without so much as a note. Tyler took my lower lip in his mouth and sucked on it. The pulsation between my legs was unbearable.

“I want you,” I managed to say when he moved his mouth back to my neck again. I slid a hand between us and cupped his erection through his underwear. He smiled against my skin and bit me.

“I get it. Believe me,” he pressed himself against my palm to show me he felt the same way. “But I don’t have a condom.”

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