Page 16 of My First Mistake
“You booked a cabin with a fucking sex dungeon. Do your parents know? Do Brax and Eva?”
“No, they do not and you are never going to tell them, Chase!” I tell him, mortified at the idea.
He shrugs. “I guess my silence could be bought.”
Asshole! “Bought how exactly?”
He hums, head tilted to the side and now all manner of sexual favors are racing through my head. “How about you don’t drive a stiletto heel through my heart this week, and I won’t tell your family about your sexual proclivities. Deal?”
I swallow down my disappointment, because had he suggested buying his silence with a blow job, then I would have absolutely stabbed him through the heart with a stiletto. But the libido is a curious thing, wishing for things it has no right to wish for.
“Deal, ass-face.”
“Oh, real mature, douche-nugget,” he fires back.
I toss a dish towel at him and try not to laugh. And I try even harder not to think about how easy this is, just me and him. How comfortable it always was when it was just the two of us, and how we’d sometimes laugh until we couldn’t breathe. He wassafe and reassuring. He was a part of my life, and a part of me. It took me a long time to unlearn all of that, and just a few hours in his company are enough to have it all rushing back to me as though we’ve never been apart.
We had such a great thing together, and then we ruined it for one night of sex. And that’s on me as much as him. But that’s the unfortunate thing about mistakes, no matter how well you fix them, you can never unmake them.
Chapter 9
Chase
# Always name your own car, or someone else will do it for you
Even after we unloaded all of the wedding flowers she’d managed to cram in there, Addison is still a little giddy after the whole ginger-figging revelation when we get into her ridiculous yellow car—which she has given an equally ridiculous name. And as much as the ginger thing doesn’t sound like something remotely pleasurable for either party to me, I have to admit it brought up all kinds of other thoughts—specifically relating to brats and punishment, and why Addison seemed to speak about it with such…confidence. Is that what she’s into now? Being punished? I mean she did book a cabin with a sex dungeon as a second bedroom for her and that douche-fuck, Jasper.
Ginger-figging isn’t for me, but I could definitely get on board with a bratty Addison.
“This is it coming up, right?” She peers through the windscreen, her pathetic wipers moving at snail-like speed to clear the smattering of snow.
“No. That’s a gas station. You said we’re going to Kelly’s Superstore, right?”
She hums to herself, turning down the radio volume as though that will somehow make it easier to see.
“We should have gotten an Uber,” I grumble.
“I did tell you that you were more than welcome to. But I’m not wasting money on an Uber when I have a perfectly good car right here.”
“Perfectly good is debatable,” I mumble, but she hears me.
“If it wasn’t below freezing outside, and Brax would never forgive me if he lost his best man to frostbite three days before his wedding, I would kick you out of my wonderful car, Chase Hunter.”
She gives me my full title when she’s annoyed at me, or trying to make a point, and she always has done. “You and I have very different standards when it comes to wonderful, Addie.”
“Clearly,” she snorts.
I’m sure that was an insult. “What does that mean?”
“I was just agreeing with you.”
“Yeah, but the way you said it, was…I don’t know. Maybe you’re just hardwired to give me a hard time.”
“If I am, it’s because you deserve it,” she says and now there’s a sadness to her tone that I fucking hate.
“Yeah, I do,” I agree, trying to take the sting out of this conversation before it sinks us any further into our fucked-up past.
“Stop being so agreeable,” she huffs.
