Wreck Me Forever (Polished P & P Book 1)

by Lila Rose

  Still, she didn’t need to spread shit about me. I took a step toward her. Glaring, I told her, quietlike, “If anything gets around, I’ll know where it came from, and the brothers and I will make your life hell. Do not start this crap, Hailey. Get me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered right away.

  “Good, now get.”

  She turned and ran down the hall.

  I rubbed a hand over my head. I hadn’t wanted it to go that way. She’d been an all right chick, but she pushed me. She went too far, and there was only so much I could take.

  No one threatened me.

  I’d put up with enough in my life and wouldn’t have some woman try that shit on me. I was older, somewhat wiser, and ever since I grew into the man I was and got out of the house I’d been in—when I couldn’t take care of myself and had to take the beatings, the belittling—I refused to let anyone do it to me again.

  No matter who it was.

  Sighing, I stepped back into my room and closed the door behind me, locking it. I went back to my phone on the bed, picked it up, and checked to see if Lucas had replied.

  There was nothing.

  I didn’t blame him. He was being the better person. Still, I’d hoped he’d given me his attitude or fought for something from me.

  Fucking hell, what was I thinking? Why did I want him to fight when I refused to do it myself?

  I didn’t need this new development in my life.

  I had to forget about Lucas Storey.

  What I wished the damn most was knowing why he was different. Why he appealed to me when it’d always been women, their curves, their tits, their tight, wet, hot hole I could slip into.

  “Fuck my life,” I muttered, because all I wanted to do was slip into Lucas.

  I huffed out a laugh. Never did I imagine some guy’s ass would turn me on, but it did. Hell, I’d even checked it out, thinking of taking a handful to see what it felt like.

  Would his small body be able to take mine?

  Shit, I had to stop thinking about it.

  I needed a drink and to be around my brothers. They’d keep my mind off things.

  My phone rang and my damn heart gave a little jerk. I grabbed it, noticed it wasn’t Lucas’s number, and disappointment had me tightening my grip on my phone and clipping out, “What?”

  “Where the fuck are you?” came Death’s voice.

  “In my room.”

  He chuckled. “You with a piece of ass?”

  The only ass I wanted I didn’t really want. Fuck, did that even make sense? “No,” I bit out.

  Death snorted. “Sounds like you need some though. Want me to send Hailey down there? She’s out here looking for some. All over Saint at the moment.”

  “I sent her packin’. Don’t need her back.”

  “Ah, no wonder you’re uptight. What about Tesha?”

  “Brother, I don’t need pussy. There a reason why you called?”

  “Yeah, the prez and VP just got back. Callin’ for church in half an hour.”

  “I’ll be there. They look all right?”

  “In good spirits, so it should be good.”

  I grunted and then ended the call. Country and State were the president and vice president of the club. They’d been on the road for the last month, setting up a new charter in the town over. It would be good to have them back, and they might even need someone to go back there to watch things. I could be that man. It meant getting out of town and away from Lucas, which could be good for both of us.

  Chapter Eight

  Wreck

  I was weak. Country hadn’t needed anyone to go back to the other club, so I threw myself into work, club business, and drinking. How I turned out weak was because it’d only been a couple of weeks, and already, I wanted my fill of Lucas.

  It was like he was a beacon of light in a dark day, which sounded fucking pathetic and weird since I hardly knew him. But it was just how he acted, his looks, how I never knew what would fall out of his mouth…. It all drew me in and made me smile.

  I was also weak because I sat on Saint’s couch, pretending to watch a basketball game with him while waiting for Lucas to get home from classes.

  It was fucking stupid for me being there, but when Saint suggested it, I was the first to say I’d come over. I was the first because I didn’t want to go another day without seeing him.

  How fucking strange was that?

  I wanted to see a guy for a reason I never thought would be possible with me. I wanted to see him because I liked hearing him, I liked looking at him, and being around him.

  Jesus motherfucking Christ, I sounded like I’d lost my balls and grew a pussy.

  Saint nudged my knee with his. “What’s been up with you lately?”

  “Nothin’.”

  “Wreck, you’re pissed more these days. Is it about Hailey? You pissed I took her to bed? ’Cause you can have her back. That bitch is clingy.”

  I snorted. “Told you before, I don’t want anythin’ to do with her. I also warned you how she was—only after becomin’ an old lady.”

  “Shit. I know, but I didn’t think one night, one fuckin’ night would have her thinkin’ about weddin’ bells. Though, Pog seems keen to lock her down.”

  “True.” Pog and Hailey had been inseparable for the last week. Only four days after Saint had her, but Pog didn’t care. He was infatuated with her. We also knew he wasn’t the type to break her heart. Though if she broke him, we’d have words. Maybe I needed to word her up in case she was playing him.

  The front door opened, my gut gave a lurch, and my pulse took off. Lucas stepped in with his head down, calling, “How come you get to leave the front door unlocked, but I can’t?” He mustn’t have noticed my bike out front. Probably in his own world.

  Saint laughed. “That’s because I can kick someone’s ass.”

  Lucas dropped his bag and bent over to go through it for something.

  “Pfft, please, I can beat someone up.”

  Saint chuckled at his brother.

  I thinned my lips, taking in the view. My dick seemed to like it as well. Jesus, that was a mind fuck. But he had a nice ass that was encased in cotton. On top, as he straightened with books in his arms, I noticed he wore a hoody. It was baggy on his small body.

  He looked up and noticed me sitting there watching him. The books dropped to the floor, his face went bright red, and he quickly grabbed them up. I could see the tightness to his jaw.

  He cleared his throat, stood again, and said, “Ah, yeah, hey, um, Wreck. Didn’t see you there.” He laughed nervously. I liked him nervous around me. “So, um….” He licked his lips. Was he trying to tease me? I knew he wouldn’t be. His mouth was probably dry from the fear of seeing the one man I knew he wouldn’t want to see.

  Well, he shouldn’t have been so tempting.

  Fuck.

  He started toward the kitchen. “My turn to make dinner, so, um, I’ll get right on it. Night—I mean bye.”

  He’d nearly made it, but then Saint called, “Hey, don’t rush off. How’d lunch go with that guy?”

  That guy?

  There was a guy?

  What fucking guy?

  I dug my fingers into the couch but kept my stare on the TV and not Lucas. I didn’t want him to notice I was pissed he’d been out with a guy. I didn’t have a right to be pissed. I didn’t own Lucas.

  Fucking stupid head. Fucking stupid body. Why the hell did they have to react to a guy? To this guy? To Saint’s younger brother. Saint would have my balls if he knew I was thinking of his brother. Shit, there were twelve years between us. I shouldn’t even have been thinking about a guy that age. A guy in the first place.

  “Ah, good,” he squeaked. I would have found it cute, but I didn’t, not with the thought of him with another guy swirling around in my head.

  “Then I don’t need to hunt him down?”

  I did.

  Lucas laughed, but it was forced. “No.” He clapped his hands. “Dinner. I’ll g
et it. Now.”

  Saint’s brows dipped. He looked over his shoulder to Lucas, but his brother was already clattering around in the kitchen. Saint glanced back to me. “Do you think he’s telling the truth?”

  “About what?” I growled.

  Saint’s brow rose at my tone.

  “Sorry, just had a shit day.”

  “Yeah, all right. But about that guy? That he had a good time?”

  “Dunno.” I shrugged, even when it hurt to move because my body was tense.

  “I can hear you,” Lucas called. “Remember what I said about my private life? You don’t need to talk about it.”

  “Fine,” Saint called. I went back to looking at the TV. I didn’t watch it, just stared as I listened to Lucas in the kitchen. He hummed when he cooked. Yet another damn cute thing he did. Would it ever stop? I was sure he did this stuff to get me to like him more.

  It was some time later when Lucas called, “Dinner.”

  Shit, I had to go.

  Standing, I said, “I’ll catch up later.”

  A throat cleared. I glanced at Lucas. His hair was tied up, and I wanted to reach out to let the curls loose. His cheeks were tinged pink, and he looked everywhere but at me as he stumbled through, “Ah, there’s, um, yeah, enough.” He shrugged, turned, and then went to the table.

  Saint’s hand slapped to my shoulder. “Brother, when you taste the shit Lucas cooks, there’s a chance you’ll want to kidnap him.”

  Was that a choice?

  Lucas coughed, then choked. “Ha, it’s not that good.”

  We went to the table and on it sat marinated lamb chops, mashed potatoes, and a bowl of mixed vegetables.

  Goddamn. “Looks good,” I said gruffly. I hadn’t had a homecooked meal in a damn long time. Saint was right. I’d already imagined kidnapping Lucas, but after this, I’d want to keep him.

  “Thanks,” Lucas whispered. I took a seat opposite him, while Saint sat at the end of the table. We piled our plates. Actually, Saint and I did; Lucas only had two chops and a small number of vegetables.

  “You should eat more,” I said before thinking. Lucas’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth as he stared at me with what could be shock.

  Saint chuckled. “He’s just a wittle boy still.”

  Lucas glared at him. “If you want my food again, you won’t say that. Ever.”

  “Got it.” Saint grinned.

  “Saint ever cook?” I asked Lucas.

  He glanced at me and then down to his food. “No. Not if we want to live. On his days of cooking, it’s always takeout, which is why I try to cook on my days.”

  “How’s that gonna go when you start med school?”

  His wide eyes lifted to me. I’d heard Saint and Kylo talking about his degree. Didn’t he think I’d be interested? Lucas straightened, cleared his throat, and then shrugged. “I’ll make it work, even with the crazy hours.”

  “Thank fuck,” Saint said, rubbing his stomach.

  “What made you want to be a doctor?” I asked, and Saint gave me a funny look, which I ignored.

  “It’s always appealed to me. Helping people,” Lucas said in a soft voice as he used his fork to play with his food.

  “What else do you like to do?” I asked, and it was Saint’s turn to pause with his fork in his hand. I ignored him again, let him think what he wanted because I could easily say he was Saint’s brother and wasn’t it good to get to know him?

  Lucas took a sip of his can of soda. “Um… stuff. What’s your real name?”

  I smirked but wiped it away. He was deflecting, but at least he was asking me things. “Wade.”

  “How did you get Wreck?” He glanced at his brother, and I wanted to punch Saint for taking his gaze away. “In fact, how did you get your club name? You’re no Saint.” Lucas smiled.

  Saint chuckled and winked, pointing his fork at his brother. “You know it. I got the name because I look like a saint with my charming self. Little do they know I can turn dark in a second.”

  “You? Dark?”

  Saint reached out and patted Lucas’s arm. “You just keep believin’ I’m the awesome older brother.”

  Lucas laughed. “Awesome? Yeah, okay.”

  Why did I fucking feel left out? It irritated me enough to interrupt with “My club name is Wreck because I crashed my ride when I was a prospect.”

  “Heard about that,” Saint said. “You wrecked it completely.”

  I nodded. “Yep. Was lucky I only got a broken arm from it.” Lucas made a noise and I asked, “What was that?”

  His eyes flashed. “What?” He actually looked beside him and over his shoulder.

  “That noise. What was with the noise about my accident or my club name?”

  His face turned red. “Nothing.”

  “Oh, it was somethin’,” Saint said with a chuckle. “He wouldn’t turn that red if it wasn’t.” Saint cursed. “Shit, don’t kick me, bro.”

  “It was nothing,” Lucas said again.

  “Lucas,” I said low.

  “Anyway, how about the weather?” He tried to change the subject, but I wasn’t having it.

  “Lucas,” I growled.

  “Would you look at the time. It’s getting late.” He stood.

  “Lucas,” I clipped, leaning forward in my chair.

  Lucas groaned, ran a hand down his face, and said, “Fine.” He sat back down, his eyes to the table. “I, ah… just thought that… I mean your club name… I thought it, um, meant something else.”

  “What?”

  He scrubbed a hand over his mouth and mumbled behind it.

  “I didn’t catch that.”

  He glared over at me. “That you wrecked women in bed,” he blurted, then shoveled a mouthful of vegetables in his mouth.

  I dipped my brows, confused. “In what way?”

  Saint snorted but didn’t say anything.

  Lucas coughed and thumped his fist against his chest. “You know.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was a good way or bad.

  He rolled his eyes, which dropped back to his plate. “In a good way, where they wouldn’t want to leave.”

  Suddenly I felt like I wanted to puff my chest out. If he thought I was good in bed, it was a good thing. Did it mean he wanted to try?

  Not that we would.

  We couldn’t.

  Why did I even want to see if I could wreck him in bed?

  Fuck.

  Saint slapped the table, laughing. “Shit, that’s a good one. I gotta tell the other brothers. Hell, it could be true, right, Wreck?”

  I grunted. I didn’t have anything to say, too worried I’d admit to wanting to try it with his brother.

  “See, you shouldn’t have pushed. Now it’s all awkward.” Lucas glared. Had he been thinking what I had? Fuck, I hoped he wasn’t picturing me with women. Christ, I didn’t even think how he would have seen the women’s photos on my phone. I’d just saved them in case any caused trouble down the track, and also so I remembered who to avoid.

  Hell, now I felt sick because he’d seen them all.

  Motherfucking hell, why did I care so much?

  “What classes did you have today?” I asked, instead of admitting I’d made the moment awkward.

  Lucas seemed to relax into the conversation and practically shined talking about his classes. It was good to see. I had a feeling he hated me for being a dick, but he was still willing to share stuff about himself. It showed me he was a damn good person. Not only that, but I was interested to know everything I could about him.

  Was I just digging my own grave of hell?

  Why was I still interested when I’d talked myself into not trying anything with him?

  Because he was different.

  Different to any guy and different to any woman I’d had before.

  Definitely different in a good way.

  I was fucked. This shit was going to mess me up and confuse me more. I thought it’d help me in a way I’d
notice it was all a phase or some shit, but it wasn’t. I could watch and listen to Lucas for fucking hours, and that was just crazy.

  No one had brought this reaction out of me before.

  Did I want to lose that feeling?

  Could I risk starting something?

  I glanced at Saint, who was laughing at something. He could possibly kill me for even thinking any of this shit, but it wasn’t like I could help it. My brain had been recharged in a way it never had before, ever since I’d set eyes on Lucas.

  Hell, what in the fuck was I going to do?

  Did I walk away or take what I wanted?

  Chapter Nine

  Lucas

  The next day I was still thinking about when I’d walked into the house and saw Wreck sitting in the living room. My emotions had volleyed between anger and nerves. Why had he been there? How dare he be there in the first place, especially after what he’d said to me! He didn’t want anything to do with me, so why had he come to the house where he knew I lived? Unless Zion asked him…? Could he have said no to my brother’s invite? I was sure he could have thought of something.

  For the first time in my life, I’d wanted to punch someone in the balls.

  Then I had to open my big mouth and offer him to stay for dinner. Even my mind had battled itself. The left half told me how handsome he looked, and how it would be good to lick him, marking him as mine. While the right part had me near believing poison was the right option.

  It was all too confusing. What made it more so were all the questions he’d thrown at me. Why did he care to know anything about me after telling me I was a mistake?

  How was I supposed to work him out when he changed his ways? He gave me mixed signals. It was like he had two personalities—one good, one a douche.

  Shaking my head, I went back to work on the Xbox in front of me before my boss yelled at me for slacking. I’d decided I didn’t want to know Wreck’s intentions. As far as I was concerned, he didn’t exist in my world any longer.

  Besides, I had a date to get ready for.

  I would push Wreck to the back of my mind and put all my attention on to Gregory. I’d promised myself. I still couldn’t believe when Gregory asked me out again, and I’d told him I was in a mixed emotional state over another guy, that he still wanted to see me outside of college. Of course, I’d asked him a million times if he was sure, because I couldn’t promise him anything. He’d smiled shyly and said yes each time.