Page 134 of Wrecking Us
“I said what I needed to say,” I blurt out.
“Then why are you still mad?”
“I’m allowed to be mad for as long as I want,” I tell him solidly.
“Yeah, but if you’re not mad at me anymore…” He glances to the side, and I follow his gaze. “We can hide behind that partition over there and I can suck your dick.” He wriggles his eyebrows.
“Fuck, Trey,” I groan, my eyes falling closed, and then I feel his warm breath on my skin. His cologne hits me, and I can’t help but breathe it in.
The alcohol is hitting me now, my body light. It’s probably why I’m not as angry as I was just a short time ago and why I can’t even think about why I’m mad at all.
He told Alex. He told Mandy.
Paul and Andre know.
Jordan probably knows at this point.
All that’s left is Cameron and Austen, who are going to be really pissed that they missed all this drama, but… oh well.
I look back at Trey, and his eyes meet mine. I grip his hand and pull him after me. We turn around the partition, and Trey slams me up against the wall, working on my belt. He gets everything off quickly, and then he’s on his knees. He takes me all the way to the back of his throat, and I groan, my head hitting the wall. Between the alcohol and his mouth, I relax.
“Trey,” I whisper. “Fuck.”
He moans around me, bobbing his head like he’s on a mission. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten off, so it doesn’t take long for the orgasm to build.
“Are you going to swallow it all?” I ask.
He hums a yes, as I grab onto his hair, pushing him harder so my cock goes deeper.
“I’m coming,” I warn, and it doesn’t deter him. He keeps going, working me through my orgasm and swallowing every drop. My fingers slide through his soft hair. I’m panting when he stands to his feet and kisses me, fixing my pants. I reach for his belt, but he slaps me away.
“Later.” His fingers link with mine. “We need to get back out there and tell the rest of our friends that we’re… together?”
I can’t help but smile. I lean in to kiss him. “Yeah, we’re together.”
He leans in and kisses me, the grin on his face making my heart beat so hard I think it’s echoing in this room. When he breaks away, he straightens my tie for me, and then we walk hand-in-hand back to the party.
Our friends are all standing in a circle, underneath a swath of twinkling lights, talking to one another with alcohol in their hands. Austen and Cameron stand in the middle; Cameron’s left arm wrapped around Austen’s shoulder, with a glass of champagne in the other. A warm breeze blows, and Alex’s gaze finds us first. He grins and winks. Jordan follows next, confusion in his eyes, but then a knowing grin splits his face.
He mouths, “I knew it.” Which makes me chuckle.
“Hey,” Trey says excitedly as we reach the group. Everyone looks our way, then notices our close proximity, and then our hands linked together. Trey squeezes my hand, but he doesn’t let go. He stands there, grinning that perfect, charismatic grin I love so much.
“Well, that’s something,” Cameron comments, chuckling as he takes a sip of his champagne.
“When did this happen?” Austen asks.
“It’s… been a while,” I say.
“Well, if you count thefirst time, like… fourteen months. Ish,” Trey says with a shrug.
Jordan raises an eyebrow. “Thefirst time? How many times were there?”
Alex elbows him in the side. “Excuse you,” he says, his grin sly and knowing. Jordan growls and shakes his head.
“What?” Jordan asks.
Alex narrows his gaze at his boyfriend.
