Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Yeah, that made sense. We’d all made a mess of things.
“I’m okay,” I answered honestly. “It wouldn’t have lasted. I need to figure out what I should do now. I don’t think I can head back to Portland.” The idea hit me, just slammed into me, rattling my brains. “Go on my honeymoon with me. You’ve never been to Puerto Vallarta.” I was apparently on a roll today because as soon as the words left my mouth, I realized how stupid that was. Caden didn’t want to go with me to a honeymoon suite at a gay resort. Plus, he had to work. “Never mind. I don’t know why I said that. You’d have to get time off, and the whole thing is pretty gay, and—”
“I like gay.” He grinned, and when I cocked a brow, he rephrased, “I like you, and you’re pretty gay. I just like good people. That’s all that matters.”
Excitement began to spark inside me. “But what about work?”
“I, um…” He looked away and rubbed a hand over his face. “Already requested the time off.”
“What? Why did you request time off for my honeymoon?”
“I don’t know. I thought I might be…weird while you were gone. That I might need to adjust or whatever.” I smiled at that, and he added, “Shut the fuck up before I kick your ass. If you tell anyone I said that or ever mention it again, I’ll… I don’t know what I’ll do, but it won’t be pretty.”
I laughed, feeling better than I had in a long-ass time. “Are we really doing this?”
He shrugged. “I mean, free trip for me. Why not? For tonight, we get some dinner, get some drinks, and then tomorrow, we’re going to Puerto Vallarta.”
Hell yeah. I couldn’t wait.
Chapter Four
Caden
Kill me now.
My head was pounding, and I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet. I was pretty sure I didn’t want to, and not at all convinced I could. I only knew I was alive because I felt like death, and I figured if I actually were dead, I wouldn’t feel it.
From beside me came a deep, masculine groan I would recognize anywhere. At least I wasn’t the only one feeling like shit.
“Kill me now,” Alex gritted out, his voice rough as sandpaper.
“I literally just thought the same exact thing.” I opened my eyes. I’d kicked the blankets off at some point because that’s what I did. I was wearing the black boxer briefs I’d worn the night before and nothing else.
“I hate it when you shove the blankets to the floor.” Alex reached for them, and I noticed he was in his underwear too. He wore trunks, this cross between briefs and boxer briefs—and a whole lot shorter than mine, which reached down to mid-thigh. When he leaned forward, I could see the top of his ass crack. The muscles in his back shifted, and then he was lying back down.
I jerked my gaze away because…well, because I didn’t need to be looking at him like that and wasn’t quite sure why I was.
“It’s hot, A. And I’m a hot sleeper. You know this.”
“Yeah, but I’m not, so why do you take them away from me?”
I tried to come up with a snappy reply but had nothing. “I’m too hungover to think. God, I have to piss.” I shoved out of the bed…in the honeymoon suite—because that was how we’d be rolling for the next week—and went into the bathroom.
I pushed the door closed partway, leaving it open just a couple of inches while I fished my dick out and let loose. “Oh my God. Is there anything as amazing as the first pee of the morning?”
Alex snort-laughed. “Should I make a list?”
“Or you could not be so literal.”
“Or you could not be so literal,” he mocked. We were basically twelve years old at heart, and I loved it.
I finished up and washed my hands before heading in and collapsing beside him on the bed again. “I drank so much. I don’t remember anything past leaving the hotel because we wanted to drink in as many places as possible.” I was pretty sure part of that was because Alex had been sad. Yes, not marrying Jackass had been the right call—for both of them, apparently. Alex wasn’t in love with him, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d come to Vegas engaged, and planned to leave married and now he wasn’t. He was stuck going on his honeymoon with his straight best friend, who was clearly cool as fuck, but again, not what he’d planned.
“Yeah…me too. God, I had the weirdest dreams…like flashes of getting married, only it wasn’t in the venue we’d picked and Jack was faceless. It was a crazy wedding, though… I remember laughing a lot and then…fuck, I think I was crying? Then I was celebrating with you…and we were hugging, and crying and laughing at the same time… It’s all these hazy flashes in my head.”