Just a Bit Wrecked (Straight Guys #11) - Alessandra Hazard Page 0,60

against Derek’s shoulder from behind.

Derek took a sip of his wine. “You know I don’t like parties.”

Shawn chuckled, kissing the back of his neck. “Don’t be such a grumpy old man. You’re hardly old.”

Putting his glass on the table nearby, Derek laid his arm over Shawn’s and said, looking at the guests, “It’s just strange.” To do what my father used to do, after avoiding this life for two decades.

He didn’t say it aloud, but of course Shawn understood. He always did. A little too well.

Humming, Shawn entwined their fingers together. “I definitely didn’t expect to host fancy parties for billionaires when I went to my knees for a grade,” he said, laughter in his voice. “Life can be weird that way.”

Derek turned around and studied him. “Any regrets?”

Blue eyes smiled at him softly. “None,” Shawn said, wrapping his arms around Derek’s neck and fitting their mouths together. “Never.”

***

Andrew was a clingy drunk. He was also a very horny one.

Logan laughed, catching Andrew’s hand as it sneaked down to his dick. “Let’s wait until we get home, Drew.”

Andrew pouted, his blue-green eyes still fixed on Logan’s face and entirely ignoring the party around them. “But I want you. Want your cock in me.”

Christ.

Trying to ignore the way his boxers were suddenly too tight, Logan wrapped an arm around Andrew’s waist and half-dragged him away from the party. “Let’s get home, hm? And then you can tell me how much you want me.”

“But I want you now,” Andrew whined, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to Logan’s jawline.

“I thought you hated PDA? People are staring. I don’t want you to be embarrassed tomorrow when you sober up.”

“Don’t care,” Andrew mumbled, nuzzling into Logan’s neck. “Love you.”

Logan’s steps faltered. They’d… They’d never really talked about feelings. Andrew was his boyfriend, they lived together, and they were happier than Logan had thought was possible. Their relationship was going great, so he had decided not to rock the boat by confessing that he loved Andrew—Andrew’s reactions could be so unpredictable sometimes. Logan hadn’t expected to hear a confession from Andrew first.

“You’re drunk,” he said, clearing his throat.

“But I love you,” Andrew murmured, sucking a hickey on Logan’s neck. “So much. I feel like I’m choking on it sometimes. Got drunk to tell you. Am not brave enough sober.”

Feeling a rush of overwhelming affection, Logan tipped Andrew’s face up with his fingers. “You don’t need to get drunk for that, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely, looking into Andrew’s glassy eyes. “I love you, too.”

Andrew’s eyes widened, a flush appearing on his cheeks.

“Tell me that again in the morning?” he asked, in a small voice. “In case I forget.”

Logan smiled at him gently. “I will,” he said. “I will tell you that every day if you want.”

Andrew beamed at him, his eyes glistening. “You promise?”

God, he was beyond endearing.

“I promise,” Logan said, kissing him on the forehead.

Andrew hugged him. “Love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing Logan’s neck. “I’ll always need you. Always.”

“I know.” Logan kissed the top of his head and smiled. “Me, too, love.”

“I still hope I’ll die before you,” Andrew mumbled, and Logan suddenly remembered the conversation they’d had all those months ago, after Andrew’s illness.

His throat uncomfortably thick, he buried his face in Andrew’s hair. He breathed in. “Nope,” he said hoarsely, his arms tightening. “You aren’t allowed to die before me.”

Andrew giggled. “I guess we’ll have to die at the same time, then,” he said, lifting his head and smiling at him.

Smiling back, Logan leaned their foreheads together. “I guess we’ll have to.”

It was probably strange how certain he was that they’d still be together decades from now.

It was stranger that a year and a half ago he hadn’t known this man at all. Now he was his world.

“I’ve been thinking…” Logan said, rubbing his nose against Andrew’s. Christ, sometimes he couldn’t believe how sappy they were. He’d never been like this with any of his past boyfriends. It was a little embarrassing, truth be told. “What do you think about a vacation? Maybe on some tropical island—”

Andrew was still laughing when Logan kissed him.

The End.

Acknowledgments

I would like to express my great appreciation and thanks to Linda H., Eliot Grayson, and Elizabeth Balmanno for their contribution and support.

And thank you to my readers. I hope you enjoyed Logan and Andrew’s story.

What’s next?

The next book in the series, Just a Bit Bossy, will be out next year. It’s a book about Nate, and his “demon of a boss,” Raffaele Ferrara. Roman and Luke from Just