Page 43 of Wrapped in Red

Chapter Thirteen

Carson

Ezra was drunk. Reallydrunk. I was pretty sure it had something to do with Noel showing up and saying he needed to talk to me. The second they brought another wine bottle to the table, my boyfriend had started drinking, and he hadn’t stopped. I had seen the look on Killian’s face, too. Other people drinking around him had to be hard since he was a recovering alcoholic, but the way Ezra was throwing the booze back might have been a bit of a trigger.

“Ez,” I whispered once the banquet was over and everyone was around mingling, dancing, and having fun. “You need to slow down.”

He gave me a sloppy smile. “What if I don’t want to?” He slurred his words slightly before he tried to climb up into my lap. Oh, hell. I had to get him out of here before he did something he might regret in the morning. Something that embarrassed the both of us.

“You’re cute when you’re drunk, princess, but you can’t do this right now.”

“Don’t you want me, baby?”

Fuck me, I wanted him. I’d been thinking about stripping him out of that skirt all night. Pulling those panties off with my teeth and spreading those round globes apart with my hands before I pressed into him. It was part of why I hadn’t stopped touching him. Why I had made sure my hands were on him at all times. I was addicted to my best friend.

I gripped Ezra’s chin between my fingers. “You know the answer to that question.”

“Prove it,” he whispered. “Take me back to the hotel right now, Carson. Make me yours.”

I glanced around the table. Killian and Matthias were deep in conversation with Mason and London, while Shepard and Brooklyn were talking to Hutch Kelly and his wife, Jillian.

“I suppose we could slip out of here.”

“You’re so getting some tonight.” Ezra purred as I stood up.

No one bothered us or stopped us on the way out. I was waiting for London to try to get Ezra’s number or ask him about his clothes again. I thought Noel was going to jump out of the crowd to try to talk to me, but when we made it to where the limo was waiting, I felt relief flood my system. I helped Ezra into the car and climbed in after him. He was in my lap the second I sat down, his lips crashing into mine and his hands tugged at my hair.

“I missed this,” he whispered. “I can’t wait for you to defile me. Put your cock in my ass and stretch me so wide that I feel you there for days.”

Jesus, that mouth. I gripped his hips with my hands. “Ez, we’re not alone,” I reminded him, as my eyes darted to the driver.

“Think that’s stopped me before?”

“What?”

Ezra chuckled softly as he slipped his hand down the front of my slacks. “Can you be quiet?”

“Wait, no, stop.” I grabbed his wrist. “We’re not doing this in the limo. I want to take my time with you.”

He sank back into the seat next to me. “Fine.” He pouted.

“Don’t do that.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

I sighed. “We have plenty of time.” I reached over to touch his hair, but he pushed my hand away, and it hurt more than I wanted to admit. “You look so beautiful tonight.”

“Whatever.” Ezra crossed his right leg over his left. “Maybe Noel wants you, because I changed my mind.”

I gritted my teeth. “I don’t fucking want Noel. I want you. Is that what this is really about? Why you drank so much and got drunk? Because of him?”

Ezra shrugged.

“Look at me.”

“No.” He turned his head to the left. “I think you should date him, anyway. I’m not boyfriend material. We both know that. I’m just a stupid slutty cam—”