“Is that you?” Mr. Lewis went on.
“Yeah, Dad,” Hayden said, voice rough, eyes looking anywhere but at me now. “Just… saying good night to Wes.”
“Night, Wes,” Mr. Lewis said, cheerful and warm and open, as though he hadn’t just been responsible for the most epic cockblock of my life.
I was still holding Hayden’s keys.
“I’m—”
“Don’t be,” I interrupted before Hayden could apologize. I wasn’t sure I could handle an apology right now.
I didn’twanthim to be sorry.
I wanted him to be naked.
“I’ll just…” he nodded toward the door.
“Here,” I held out his keys, letting him take them by the keychain. “I’ll go. Night, Hayden. Sleep tight.”
“You too,” he said, gripping the keys but not making any attempt to go inside.
Meanwhile, I needed to get away before I did or said anything stupid. He was stillmy boss’s kid.
No matter how cute he was when he was all flustered and a little off-balance.
I turned and walked away without another word, gravel crunching under my feet, dick doing the equivalent of a puppy-like head-tilt, confused and about to be sorely disappointed.
8
Hayden
I was an idiot.
How could I just kiss Wes like that? What the hell made me think hewantedme to?
He didn’t exactly object, a tiny voice pointed out.
I rolled over in bed, still trying to will my half-hard cock into submission.
I couldn’t get the thought of how he felt against me out of my head. Had it really been that long?
A year. Over a year.
No, longer than that. Aaron had lost interest in me long before we broke up.
So yeah, it’d been a while. Which explained why I’d pounced on the first person who seemed like he might be evenslightlyinterested.
Marissa was right. I needed to get laid.
She was also maybe right about the praying mantis thing, judging by the way I’d jumped on Wes.
He’d asked me not to apologize, but I knew I needed to. Maybe there was something I could do for him?
If a little more of my blood was in my brain and a little less in my cock, I’d probably be able to think of something.
I grabbed my phone to check the time—a little after midnight—and saw a notification from the hookup app Marissa had installed for me, prompting me to set up my profile.
She was right. Ididneed to get laid. I’d feel guilty going home before I did, at this point.
