Free Wreck Me by J.L. Mac

obvious reasons. I have the feeling Sutton may be a tiny bit territorial here. Maybe he is being protective?
    “Okay boys, chill out. Let’s eat. Sutton you want the ham with Swiss right?” I don’t have to ask. I have been ordering his food for seven years. I know him better than even he knows himself some days.
    “Yeah,” he mumbles as he pops open a soda. I glance at Damon and he watches me observantly. I sort through the sandwiches and choose one for myself. Damon picks one and we all devour our food. I begin clearing our mess and putting away the left-over food.
    “Damon, may I have a word?” I pause and shoot a death glare in Sutton’s direction. He doesn’t even acknowledge my irritation.
    “Of course.” I snap my attention to Damon and he winks at me before following Sutton into his office. I hear the door click shut and I debate on whether or not I should eavesdrop. Fuck it. I don’t care. Let them talk. I finish cleaning up from lunch and busy myself with labels while I wait on Mr. Tall dark and handsome to reappear. A full half an hour later I hear the office door open and Damon walks toward me. I can’t help it. I want to know what they were talking about.
    “I have to get back to the office. I have some time sensitive matters that need my attention. Walk me out?”
    “Sure.” He extends his hand to me and I take it. He leads us out the front door and we walk at a snail’s pace to his car. This time he is driving a BMW and it matches his appearance. He looks amazing in his gray suit, dusky blue shirt, and silver tie.
    “You should know that he loves you.” I snap my head back in shock.
    “What?”
    “Sutton. He loves you. Trust me.” I scoff and shake my head.
    “He does not love me. That’s total bullshit. He can barely stand me and trust me the feeling is mutual.” He shakes his head and chuckles in amusement. He releases my hand and cups my face in his big hands. My heart speeds and my stomach flutters. He is just so damn handsome and charming. He has no glitches. He seems to be perfect aside from his semi-screwed up childhood. He has got to be too good to be true. Has to.
    “You have a dirty mouth,” he breathes.
    “Yeah, but I think you like my dirty mouth.”
    “I like a whole lot more than this mouth of yours.” He runs his thumb across the seam of my lips and I bite it. He sucks in air through gritted teeth and fire blazes in those amber eyes.
    “Text me your address. I’m picking you up as soon as you get home from work. Your ass is mine tonight. All night.” His lips silence the protest that I was contemplating on making. Oh to hell with it. I kiss him back and give as good as I get. I agreed to more sex and I am a woman of my word. Besides, I won’t deny that I am starving for more of him. He ends the kiss too soon for my liking and I groan in protest. He smiles and presses my cheek to his stubbly jaw as he wraps me up in a tight hug.
    “Okay,” I say softly. He plants a kiss on my cheek and releases me. He slips into his fancy ass car and drives away leaving me to count the seconds until I feel his skin against mine again.

 

     

    I turn and stride back to the store. When I walk in I see Sutton busying himself with my abandoned labels. I put my hands on my hips and fire away.
    “What the hell was that all about?” Sutton peeks up at me as nonchalantly as he can.
    “What?” Oh he is really pressing his luck today.
    “Don’t you play dumb with me, Captain! Why did you drag him into your office and just what the hell did you two talk about? You put on a big display at lunch too, by the way. Nice. Very nice.” Why the hell does his lack of courtesy towards Damon have me so riled? I should not care, but I do. This can’t be good news.
    “I had to have words with him. Last I checked this is America and I am free to talk to whoever I please so don’t get your panties in a twist you prima donna.” My blood boils and I see red. How dare he make fun of me. I am