Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Breck stiffened. Kai was really going to get condescending? Right now, of all times? Grinding his molars, he ground out, “Don’t be a dick.”
Kai’s eyes snapped back open and pinned him. “Maybe I’m sick of always telling you to grow up.”
“Fuck you!” Breck exploded. “I am grown up!”
“Are you?” Kai shot back. “Because actions speak louder than words! What are your actions, Breck? Huh? How ’bout I tell you. You sleep around, think only of yourself, turn bitchy when you don’t get what you want, and are always drunk. I mean, goddamn. Look what just fucking happened. You almost killed yourself!”
“No, I didn’t!” He probably did, but now he was pissed.
Kai coughed a humorless laugh. “And there’s another one: you lie.”
Kai was calling him out and Breck fucking hated it.
Shame warred with fury as he fought to rein his temper back in. But then all his pride and raw emotion took control. “Thought you were different,” he grated, reaching for the handle. “Actually cared about me. But you don’t. You’re just like the rest.”
Shoving from the car, he slammed the door.
Jesus, he thought as he started to walk. When it rains, it pours.
— THIRTEEN —
“Goddamn, he’s so fucking fine—in a naughty boy sort of way. If you didn’t already own my heart, Jay, I’d be on that man like white on rice.”
“Pfft,” Jay grunted. “He’s not all that.”
Marcie eyed her boyfriend like he’d lost his mind. “Seriously? Surf boy, you are so cut off, ’cause neither your brain nor your eyes are workin’ right.”
Sitting with his crew around a table at Grangers, Breck flicked the lovebirds a fleeting look, then turned his attention to the object of Marcie’s obsession. The guitarist performing on stage, entertaining the masses. If memory served, the musician’s name was Ledger. And in fairness, he was pretty hot. Covered in ink, with brown hair to his shoulders. Dark, smoldering eyes and a sexy goatee.
Ned lifted his beer in solidarity with Marcie. “If I were gay, I’d fuckin’ do him.”
Marcie wiggled her brows. “So be gay, and then you could.”
Ned grinned roguishly, playing along. “Right? We only live once.”
Breck’s chest clenched at his words. The very same sentiment he’d voiced to Kai a week ago, when he’d made the decision to go for it and let Kai tie him up a second time.
Jay snorted. “As if that ladies’ man would let Ned near his ass.”
“I dunno. We don’t call him pretty boy for nothing.” Marcie shot Ned a grin.
Ned puffed out his chest. “Yeah, man. I’ve had my share of hot dudes hitting on me. My magnetism transcends all genders and palates, my sex appeal impossible to resist.”
“I’ve got no problems resisting,” Jay laughed. “Hell, even Tad’s never given you eyes.”
Ned scoffed. “’Cause we’re brothers, you asshat.” He slid Scott a contemplative look. “Why his man has yet to undress me with his eyes though, I can’t understand.”
Drunken laughter erupted around the table.
Scott just grinned and gave a shrug. “Shy boy beat you to the punch. Had I seen you first, however… it definitely would’ve been game on.” He slid Tad a conspiratorial wink.
Tad’s lips curved. Turning to Ned, he climbed aboard. “Confession time. Bigtime crush on you since eleventh grade.”
Ned laughed and smacked the table. “I knew it! Always grabbing my fuckin’ ass during wrestling matches!”
More inebriated laughter around the table.
Except for Breck. He just smiled a little and shook his head. It’d take more than mindless banter to punt him out of his mood. Ever since last night, he’d been stuck nonstop inside his stupid head. Upset about his car—and nearly biting it—but mostly about Kai. To a degree that absolutely boggled his brain.
How could that man have him so twisted in knots? Breck should be furious over the way Kai had treated him. Kicking him to the curb over one fleeting—and in his defense, very legitimate—freakout at The District. Then totally shunning Breck again when he’d needed Kai most. He’d been shaken after that crash, wrecked worse than his Nissan. For shit’s fucking sake, he’d almost died.
Because, yes, Kai had been there in that sense, to save him, but when Breck’s heart and soul had needed him, he’d been AWOL. Which had rocked Breck so much harder than he’d ever expected. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined he’d need another man so much.
He hadn’t been able to eat. Or sleep for that matter. He’d been dragging ever since he got up. Dodging homies at the frat house all morning for as long as he could. Hadn’t been easy, though.
Especially with Jegs. It was like that bitch had a tracking device on his motherfucking ass. All perky and in an irritatingly good mood, talking Breck’s head off to the point he’d actually groaned. Why so cheery? Because of his three-way last night?
Breck had damn near asked him about his buddy, Ashton. He’d held his tongue though, because that was none of his business. If Jegs wanted to tell him, then he would. Instead, Breck had escaped with the trusty gotta-piss-I’ll-be-right-back maneuver and ducked out the door, resigning himself to taking a walk. No other options had been available anyway, with his car in the shop.