Wrenches, Regrets, & Reality Checks by L. A. Witt

Author:L. A. Witt [Witt, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-386-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

WHY DID the motel have to be twenty minutes away?

Reggie tapped the wheel with his thumbs, staring hard at the road and willing the strip of pavement to magically get shorter.

Beside him, Wes was just as quiet. They’d made a quick escape from the shop, telling Carl they needed to meet with the lawyer and discuss some contractual issues. At least that had gotten the director off their backs—if there was a contract involved, then the network was tapping its collective foot, and woe be unto him if he held that shit up. That left the rest of the crew to film without Reggie. He owed them all several beers for that later.

Especially since they weren’t negotiating a damned thing or discussing anything with the lawyer today. Working hours be damned. Fuck the fact that the show was hanging by a thread and the network had him backed into one hell of a corner. Wes had meant what he’d said last night, and he’d meant that kiss, too, and Reggie couldn’t wait another minute.

Except it took more than a minute to get from the garage to the motel.

He drove a little faster than he should’ve down the main drag. The place wasn’t far from here, was it? A few more blocks.

Wait, no.

It was down at the other end of the road. At least three or four miles. Way, way too far.

Beside him a seat belt clicked and then snapped back against the seat. A second later, Wes slid across the bench seat and put his hand on Reggie’s leg.

Reggie sucked in a breath. “Fuck….”

“What’s wrong?” Wes squeezed his thigh and leaned in to kiss the side of his neck.

“You know exactly what’s wrong.” Reggie exhaled, sliding his own hand between Wes’s legs. “We’re not in your room yet.”

“I know. Damn it.” Didn’t stop him from nibbling Reggie’s earlobe, though. Any other time, Reggie would have shrugged him off and told him to wait till they weren’t in motion, but to hell with it. He was focused on the road all right. It was the only thing standing between him and the motel room, and he concentrated on it like he concentrated on the stubborn safety seal on a bottle of lube or a particularly difficult condom wrapper. It was an obstacle to overcome, and being distracted wouldn’t get him anywhere.

Especially when the distraction in question was exactly what he wanted—Wes. Horny, breathless, playful Wes.

Up ahead, a light turned red. It didn’t frustrate Reggie, though. Hello, opportunity.

As soon as he’d stopped the car, Reggie turned and kissed Wes. Immediately, they were both out of breath, all lips and tongues and lust, no one really in control. Reggie’s dick pressed against the inside of his jeans, the zipper digging in uncomfortably, and God, it took all he had not to get this fucking seat belt out of the way and lay Wes down across the seats and—

A horn honked behind him.

“Fuck!” Reggie broke away and accelerated through the green light.

“Sorry about that,” Wes said, chuckling.

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