Page 23 of Worlds Collide

And once more I get there faster than I ever have. Warmth spreads from my groin up my torso and down my legs like an electric shock. My toes curl and I feel my neck straining from the best feeling in the world.

Wave after wave of pleasure racks my body, and I’m pretty sure I scream at one point but I can’t find it in myself to care, because the second it stops, everything goes black.

SEVEN

WOLF

Never in mylife did I think I’d have a raging hard on while straddling a hot but passed out guy’s legs with his dick still out andnotbe annoyed.

But there’s no way I can feel anything but smug satisfaction and a twinge of tenderness while looking at CJ’s peaceful face—and yes, his gorgeous dick.

So instead of going to get a glass of water to throw in his face so he can wake up and watch me walk out, I take off the rest of his clothes, except his tight briefs which I pull up, and then grab the blanket that was over the back of the couch and place it over him. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable while sleeping...

It’s only then, when I no longer have a view of his surprisingly cut abs that all the bad shit gets into my thoughts.

I’m supposed to stay celibate for one year after getting sober.

Buuut I didn’t come, so technically I’m still celibate.

He’s a baby bi and was obviously intoxicated.

Buuut he’s known he’s bi forever. Hewantedto suck my dick and I didn’t let him, so I definitely didn’t take advantage of him.

The one good thing is he didn’t get even a glimpse of my puny self. I lost a lot of weight after rehab and even though I have gotten into the habit of exercising almost daily, I’m still not back to my old self.

Then again, isn’t the point to never go back to how I used to be?

I guess . . .

Everything that happened today with CJ is something the Wolf of one year ago would’ve done, though. Including the part where I rocked CJ’s world so hard that he shouted the house down then passed out.

Fuck,what if someone heard him?

My brother and all his friends saw him help me walk Carter over, everybody would know he was with me, and who knows how CJ’s gonna act tomorrow.

Adam’s gonna deck me for sure, and I really don’t want to have to go to another hospital. I fucking hate hospitals.

Why did I fuck up? Why am I like this?

I look at CJ’s slightly parted mouth and I have to say I fucked up as little as was possible in this situation. There’s not a single universe in which I would’ve walked away from him after he tried to kiss me. I don’t think I’m actually capable of resisting CJ. I’ve known it all along and that’s the main reason why I’ve moved heaven and earth to avoid him.

I spring away from the bed like it’s on fire.

We could’ve set it on fire.

This is not the time for juvenile—though funny—jokes.

I need to fix this, dammit.

How the hell am I going to fix this?

In an act of pure brilliance I grab my helpfully already-packed duffle and run out of there as fast and as silently as I can.

I walk out to the street and remember Rich and Tate left a car here in case Hawk and I needed one before they went back to the city for their mini vacations. So I walk over to the Crawford house where it’s parked.

I need to call Rich, I realize. If I don’t tell him that I’m on my way to them he’s going to give me the same sad, disappointed eyes he did when I joked about having a beer a few months back. No need to interrupt their mini vacations, though. They’ve always been amazing bodyguards and deserve the short time off this wedding—that was crawling with security—afforded them.

I get in the car and think about just texting him—it’s four in the fucking morning and I really don’t like being an actual asshole, just a grumpy one—but I know Rich appreciates it when I don’t make his job even harder than it already is, so I make the call and put it on speakerphone because I know what he’s going to ask me to do.

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