Wreck Me - Page 215

“Wanna join the fun?” Hunter asks Dane, uncapping the bottle and tossing the amber liquid back.

We pass the bottle around.

“We could have died today,” I say, and Dane squeezes my hand.

“To family,” says Hunter.

“To friendship,” says Mia.

“To new beginnings,” says Blake, avoiding our gazes.

“To teamwork,” says Bailey, and Hunter rolls his eyes.

“To second chances,” says Dane.

“To life,” says Kaden.

“To ending the corrupt legacy. To us.”

Celine ends the toast, putting the empty bottle on the table.

A pensive silence falls around us, our group exchanging looks. We could allow panic to swallow us whole, or we could enjoy the fact that we’re alive and have survived.

Laughter erupts, and Bailey puts on some music.

Felix has no chance. Unbeknownst to him, he made me realize I need to stay and fix this. I already won. Having all the power he dreamed of and having the one I love—two things he never truly had.

Standing up, music takes over my body. I grind my ass against Dane’s lap, needing to feel him inside me so he can take me to that euphoric place. His hand rests on my thighs, fingers digging into my skin, telling me of his need while he gyrates our hips to the rhythm of the song.

But I need to talk to him about something before that. Being in love also means being vulnerable, showing it, and knowing you draw strength from your partner.

I grab his hand and pull him to my bedroom.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I love my friends, but I love you the most, and I can’t live without you.”

“Okay… go on.”

“I have to do something I never intended to do because it’s the right thing. And I think it’s selfish to ask you to support me in this. I don’t want to put you in that situation.”

“What fucking situation?”

“This is my life. They are my responsibility.”

“So what?”

“I don’t want to be selfish.”

“Princess, I fucking love you, and I take you however I can. Fuck it, we already have our house in Greenville. If you’re okay with staying here, that’s what we’ll do.”

“I still don’t know what I did right to deserve you.”

He pulls me to his chest, kissing the top of my head. “Abigail, where you go, I go. Where you are, I am.”

“Take me home, then.”

And he takes me home. No longer a haunted, decrepit mansion, but our place.