Page 17 of Wedding Wrecker

I twirl the keys in my hand, fighting the urge to scoot down to the curious dog when it cocks its head and one of its black ears flops to the side.

“Oh yeah? I bet you did a lot of socializing. Who with this time?” I wish Kyle wasn’t so damn cute, because I have the urge to pet him too.

When I first approached, there was a determined tension to his expression, but my question makes him falter. “It’s not like that. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about when you shoved me into the pool in front of everyone. Who does that?”

“I did. Do I have to remind you that you don’t actually know me?” I raise my eyebrows, scanning him coldly. Though the truth is, I don’t know him either.

He opens his mouth, but we both hear someone’s steps in the staircase, and he meets my eyes. “Can we speak one-to-one?”

Is he trying to hook up again, or just this terrified of being seen talking to me? “Did you bring the dog for sympathy points?” I ask but eventually move to the door of my room.

His head drops, and he stares at his pet. “No, he’s here because he demolished my room, and I’m not allowed to leave him alone anymore.”

The dog opens his mouth and rolls out his long, pink tongue.

I still with the key in the lock and frown. “And you brought him here, so he can wreck my room?”

“He only does it when he’s bored, but I went running with him, so he’s fine now.”

I give the pooch a skeptical glance but open the door against my better judgment. “Don’t sit on the bed,” I say as I let them in. Is it wrong that I want a peek at his ass? Maybe, but he’s the villain here.

“Jekyll, sit,” Kyle says as soon as he enters the modest interior designed in neutral colors. Much less opulent than the public areas of the resort, it only has two abstract pictures for decoration, but the bed is heavenly, and the shower—big enough that I don’t have to slouch in order to get my hair wet—so I’m not complaining.

As the dog settles, I take in the pert meat hidden under denim and can’t help thinking back to how soft it felt in my hands last night. How is it that the best ones are always taken in one way or another?

Kyle glances my way, nervously rubbing his forearm where it emerges from under a rolled-up sleeve. “Thank you for letting me in. I know this whole situation is... crazy.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, so crazy that you pulled me into cheating on my cousin. Cheating is so unique and unusual.” I don’t even hide the bitterness in my voice.

The light in his eyes dims. “I deserve that. But it’s not like I planned this. I never cheated on anyone before. I’m… not like that,” he finishes, facing me with his arms spread as if saying I’m showing you the true me.

“Only that you are! You couldn’t keep your dick in your pants. All you needed was an opportunity.” I take a step back or I might just punch him.

“It all took me by surprise. If you were a girl, no matter how pretty, nothing would have happened,” Kyle interjects, stepping close enough for me to smell the soap on his skin. He’s so supple, so flushed, so juicy, even if rotten on the inside.

What he says does spike my curiosity enough to not kick him out already. “How so? How was I different?”

He flinches, as if the heat of my breath made him tremble. “I… you know I’ve never done this before. I never even kissed a guy, and none flirted with me before. It just… happened,” he finishes with a scowl.

“So what? You just felt like trying a guy one time before your wedding?” How can a man be so disgusting, yet so attractive, I have no idea. Even in the simple green hoodie he looks like a snack.

“No!” he protests, stepping even closer and hooking me with those chocolate eyes. “I just… forgot about anything else. It felt like it was just us, and like this was the only thing I wanted.”

Flattering, I’ve got to give him that. But, with every step he takes, I wonder… is he trying to hook up again? Is this what he came here for? The idea alone makes me angry.

“What if you forget yourself again after your wedding?”

The Bambi eyes he gives me speak volumes about there being no plan for that in place. “I… I don’t think there’s many guys like you just walking around. I think I’m safe,” he says, glancing up in a way that pulls on me as his lips become the focus of my thoughts.

So what he’s saying is that he’s gay.

And then there’s flattery again. He does want to get fucked once more. I can’t believe his audacity, but I can play along and test him a little.

I lean against the wall, enticing him to come closer with my gaze alone. “Is that why you’re here tonight? To be safe?”

He’s a deer in the headlights, and even Jekyll seems to feel the unease in the air, because he lifts his head, looking at his master.

“I—what? I wanted to explain what happened. I—” His gaze travels over my body, hungrier than a bear woken up from hibernation.