Wreck Me - Page 207

“You leaving?”

He pins me with a stare, and I shrug. The walls are thin, or the doors. Whatever.

“They don’t understand.”

“I’m totally biased here, but you tried to help them by going behind their backs?”

“It’s not as if I betrayed them. I would never do that, but I had to gain those fuckers’ trust. I’m not proud of what I did, but it had to be done. I’m not apologizing for that.”

Hunter steps inside.

“What are you two doing here in the dark?” he asks.

“We’re conserving energy to save the planet.”

Blake lifts an imaginary shot to me, and Hunter says, “Who’s in the mood to get smashed?”

He turns on the light and puts three glasses and a bottle of whiskey on the table.

We’re on our second when Hunter’s eyes blaze on something behind my back. I exchange a knowing look with Blake when Bailey steps inside.

“You’re loud, and I’m trying to sleep.”

“I thought vampires were active at night,” Hunter counters.

“Really, now I’m a vampire. Originality is not your strong suit.”

He downs the glass and pours another one. “I can think of a few other things I could do with my mouth, but you might combust. Don’t want to corrupt you.”

Blake chuckles, and Bailey throws a pillow at him. She leans toward Hunter. Her tongue caresses her lower lip, and he gulps. She tips his chin, takes the glass from his hand, and chugs it.

“Do you know what the difference is between you and this?”

That’s a trap, and the look in her eyes says she’s going in for the kill.

“Enlighten me, kitten.”

Someone bring in the popcorn because this is live entertainment.

“You expect it to burn, but with you, it’s merely a bitter aftertaste.”

Blake rolls over with laughter. I double over.

“Man, she burned you,” Blake says.

Hunter drags her onto his lap, and her eyes widen.

They know we’re still here, right? He has his hands on her ass, and she’s halfway grinding on him. That sexual tension is ready to light up this room.

“What the?” Mia asks, nose scrunching up. Both Hunter and Bailey scoot away from each other.

I have tears in my eyes from so much laughter.

Mia plops in the seat between me and Blake and pours herself a glass.

“So what are we drinking to? I’ll start with cowards,” Mia starts.

Boom. Blake’s face reddens with anger, and he clears his throat. “To the saviors of this world. Truly pitiful. What they don’t get is no one needs to be saved, and they should start leaving other people in peace and start living their life.”