Page 37 of Wedding Wrecker

I catch a glimpse of his eyes and have to look away because they’re red and getting that sheen of tears that makes me want to jump out of the car and break another leg just so I don’t have to see him cry.

He’s so fucking lost he’s decided a man he fucked twice would welcome him with open arms simply because he was nice during their brief interactions.

Jekyll whines and nuzzles Kyle’s arm. I might be willing to tell Kyle he’s deluded, but what am I gonna do? Kick his dog to the curb? I might be cold, but I’m not a monster.

“Okay, you can stay at my place for a few days but just until you get your shit together.”

“Sure. Of course,” Kyle says right away and blinks several times, regaining his composure.

I should have stopped when I realized I was his first guy, but I was greedy, and horny, and fucked things up for future me. God damn it.

Kyle pulls into the parking lot of our small local hospital and since there are barely any vehicles around, he drives straight for the gray front of the concrete beast I so far had the displeasure of visiting once. When someone else broke their hand.

When he opens the door for me with a wholesome smile that shows off his dimples. Just looking at him makes my leg hurt a bit less.

“And you’re gonna cook me steak,” I say because if he and his dog are about to make my life chaos, he’ll be paying for it any way he can. Other than sex, of course, because he needs to realize what’s not on the table so he can move on.

“Yes, sir,” Kyle says in a way that somehow bypasses my logical brain and goes straight to the primitive part that steers my sex drive.

“Twice a week,” I add, trying to keep my eyes on his face, not on his attractive body.

Kyle shrugs, leaning over me and definitely not smelling like someone who spent the night in their car, hugging a dog. “Oh, I can cook dinner every day. I always do that for myself anyway. It’s no big deal.”

I have to force my brain from imagining a life of steak and blowjobs. He’s only staying for a week. But having him cook for me while I recover from whatever’s wrong with my ankle will be helpful. Kyle runs to the hospital while Jekyll guards me, but moments later he’s back with a wheelchair. As if I haven’t been humiliated enough. But I suppose being pushed in a chair is better than breaking my other leg while I hop around.

I reluctantly allow him to pull me out of the car and I lean half of my weight on him, panting. The change in position brings a surge of pain and I can’t even think about any of this living arrangements stuff for a while.

He helps me into the wheelchair and scoots down to place both my feet in the foldable rests. “They already know you’re here,” he assures me and gets up to shut the car. Jekyll stays behind with the window cracked open to let in air, but I can't care less about him being bored in the vehicle, because each bump on the uneven surface sends sparks of pain up my body.

I slump in the chair, taking a trembling breath. “You have to find a job too. I’m not gonna be your sugar daddy.”

Was that a snicker? I feel like I’m negotiating with Brisket.

“I don’t like sitting on my hands. Don’t you worry,” Kyle says as a nurse in blue scrubs opens the door for us.

“And you can’t bring hook-ups over. Would be fucked-up and awkward,” I lower my voice as we approach the woman, but I’m set in putting my point across.

“No hook-ups,” Kyle says matter-of-factly as he pulls the chair back and wheels me up the ramp into the beige hell of tile, steel and… whatever other materials make up a hospital ward. I’ve never seen a place so devoid of color.

I groan at another flash flood of pain. “And you’ll help me with Brisket while my leg is fucked up. That’s my horse,” I offer with a sense of surrender.

I did this to myself by trying to avoid him so desperately. Joke’s on me.

“Not a problem. My horse is still back at home, so I’ll enjoy taking care of yours and giving it some exercise.”

“Well that looks real bad,” the nurse says, leaning down to see my fucked-up leg.

“His horse got spooked,” Kyle offers, clearly wanting to save me the indignity of the truth.

“Could have been worse,” the nurse says, adjusting the band holding back her curls. “At least you didn’t ‘fall’ on a potato naked and ‘accidentally’ have it enter your rectum, like the last gentleman I had the pleasure of helping.”

It’s so surprising I burst out laughing. The shaking makes my leg hurt more, but at least it’s a ray of sunshine in this hell of a day.

Chapter 15

Kyle

It’s past midnight when we arrive at Logan’s place. The single-storey duplex clearly used to be one bungalow that has later been converted into two separate homes, but it comes with a bit of lawn and its own driveway. We’re close to the stables, and I won’t need to help him up a flight of stairs, so there’s nothing to complain about.