Vaughn held Jensen’s gaze. The words were there and he almost threw his friend under the bus about whom he loved, but he held it in. “I don’t know anything about that.”
“Well, she does,” Wren said simply, and Vaughn looked over at her.
“Huh?”
“She’s in love with you.”
“Oh, yeah,” Wells agreed. “Entirely smitten.”
Vaughn scoffed. “No, she’s not.”
“Yes, she is,” Jensen said with a smile, his eyes holding Vaughn’s. “You can tell by the way she looks at you.”
“For sure. Like you’re a fucking legend or something,” Wells teased, and everyone snickered while Vaughn shook his head.
“I know Brie. If she loved me, she’d tell me,” he said simply.
“No,” Wren said, her eyes serious. “Because it would make you run.”
His smile faltered as he held her gaze. “I would not.”
“Yeah, you would,” Wells said, shaking his head, disappointment flooding his features. “You’re going to fuck that up, aren’t you?”
“No, asshole. I’m not.”
“Then get ready, because she loves you,” Jensen supplied, and Vaughn rolled his eyes just as Brie appeared beside him.
“I am a party pooper and I apologize, but I just threw my life up in the bathroom. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol, which I’m pretty good about holding down, or if it’s something I ate. Those tacos were suspect this afternoon.”
Vaughn nodded as their gazes locked. “I told you not to eat them.”
“They looked so good at the food truck,” she said sadly, burping before covering her mouth. “Ew, it doesn’t taste good coming back up, though.”
Everyone groaned as Vaughn shook his head. “And now you have salmonella.”
He snorted as Brie gagged. “Can we go?”
With a shake of his head, he laughed, “Yeah, let’s go.”
They said bye, and Vaughn couldn’t help but grin when Brie promised to come back. Wells had really taken to her, and that was good. Wells was a hard sell when it came to the girls they brought around. He’d hated Hazel with the depths of his soul, and when Jensen married that fucking cunt—Vaughn couldn’t even remember her name—Wells all but chased her off. Wren even helped.
Hmm. Wren.
He wasn’t sure what was up with her, but he suspected it was something huge if she was going through all that to hide it. He’d figure it out and he’d help her, but first, he had to get his either drunk or poisoned or both girlfriend back to the hotel.
Once in the car and buckling his seat belt, he looked over at where Brie was hurling her guts up beside his car. Rolling the window down, he asked, “Want me to hold your hair?”
“Don’t. It’s a massacre over here.” She grimaced as she looked down at her feet. “Oh, there are the tacos.”
“Gross.”
“I’m dying.”
He nodded. “You’ll live.”
“You only care ’cause you want to get laid.”
“Duh.”
When she paused from heaving, she smiled. “I’m puking. Can you not make me laugh right now?”
“Sorry, it’s not in my makeup not to crack a joke.”
She went to say something, but then she was puking again. Shaking his head, he paused. “You aren’t pregnant, are you?”
Her head popped up, her eyes wide and confused. “Are you insane?”
“Just saying. I mean, I wouldn’t put it past my cock. It’s a thing of God, I tell you. I mean, it could get past condoms, birth control pills, whatever, to get its seed to the goal.”
When he looked up, she had a blank look on her face. “No. I’m not pregnant.”
He shrugged. “Okay, food poisoning it is.”
Opening the door, she burped once more. “I think I’m done.”
“Oh, good.”
Getting in, she shut the door as she let out a long breath. “Wait, do you wanna have kids?”
He looked over at her. “With you? I guess you’ll do.” She glared, and he smiled as he started the car. “I mean, yeah, one day.”
“I find that odd.”
“Why?” he laughed as he backed out of the spot they were in.
“Considering you won’t sleep with me, yet you want to have kids with me? Sorry, I’m getting whiplash. It’s confusing, you’re confusing.”
“I’ve been called way worse, by you, actually,” he supplied with a chuckle. “But I never said I wanted to have kids with you today. I said I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened. My cock, babe, it’s an anaconda.”
“Please, don’t make me puke in the car from choking on your ego.” His laughter filled the car as they drove down the road. “Still, you’re weird.”
“One of a kind.”
“What even brought that up? That’s the last thing I would think is wrong with me. We’re safe. Plus, I wouldn’t want to have kids with someone who doesn’t want to sleep with me and doesn’t love me.”
“I like you.”
“Just fine?”
“Just fine, baby,” he said with a wink, and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m glad I’m not insecure ’cause you could fuck a girl up.”
He nodded. “Only the strong survive with me.”
She snorted. “Yeah, for real.”
They rode in silence for a moment, and then he found himself asking, “You do want kids, though, right? Like down the road, with some cool dude, who may be hung like a legend?”
Burping once more, she looked over at him, nodding her head. “Yeah. I would.”
“Cool.”
“We are insane.”
“A bit.”
“But really, what brought this out of left field?”
“I think Wren is pregnant,” he admitted. “No, I don’t know by whom. And no, I don’t know why she is hiding it. But something is up.”
“She was drinking.”
“No, she wasn’t. I smelled her drink.”
“So you lied for her?”
“Yeah, I want her to come clean to me.”
“Huh. I don’t know.”
“Well, she does,” Wren said simply, and Vaughn looked over at her.
“Huh?”
“She’s in love with you.”
“Oh, yeah,” Wells agreed. “Entirely smitten.”
Vaughn scoffed. “No, she’s not.”
“Yes, she is,” Jensen said with a smile, his eyes holding Vaughn’s. “You can tell by the way she looks at you.”
“For sure. Like you’re a fucking legend or something,” Wells teased, and everyone snickered while Vaughn shook his head.
“I know Brie. If she loved me, she’d tell me,” he said simply.
“No,” Wren said, her eyes serious. “Because it would make you run.”
His smile faltered as he held her gaze. “I would not.”
“Yeah, you would,” Wells said, shaking his head, disappointment flooding his features. “You’re going to fuck that up, aren’t you?”
“No, asshole. I’m not.”
“Then get ready, because she loves you,” Jensen supplied, and Vaughn rolled his eyes just as Brie appeared beside him.
“I am a party pooper and I apologize, but I just threw my life up in the bathroom. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol, which I’m pretty good about holding down, or if it’s something I ate. Those tacos were suspect this afternoon.”
Vaughn nodded as their gazes locked. “I told you not to eat them.”
“They looked so good at the food truck,” she said sadly, burping before covering her mouth. “Ew, it doesn’t taste good coming back up, though.”
Everyone groaned as Vaughn shook his head. “And now you have salmonella.”
He snorted as Brie gagged. “Can we go?”
With a shake of his head, he laughed, “Yeah, let’s go.”
They said bye, and Vaughn couldn’t help but grin when Brie promised to come back. Wells had really taken to her, and that was good. Wells was a hard sell when it came to the girls they brought around. He’d hated Hazel with the depths of his soul, and when Jensen married that fucking cunt—Vaughn couldn’t even remember her name—Wells all but chased her off. Wren even helped.
Hmm. Wren.
He wasn’t sure what was up with her, but he suspected it was something huge if she was going through all that to hide it. He’d figure it out and he’d help her, but first, he had to get his either drunk or poisoned or both girlfriend back to the hotel.
Once in the car and buckling his seat belt, he looked over at where Brie was hurling her guts up beside his car. Rolling the window down, he asked, “Want me to hold your hair?”
“Don’t. It’s a massacre over here.” She grimaced as she looked down at her feet. “Oh, there are the tacos.”
“Gross.”
“I’m dying.”
He nodded. “You’ll live.”
“You only care ’cause you want to get laid.”
“Duh.”
When she paused from heaving, she smiled. “I’m puking. Can you not make me laugh right now?”
“Sorry, it’s not in my makeup not to crack a joke.”
She went to say something, but then she was puking again. Shaking his head, he paused. “You aren’t pregnant, are you?”
Her head popped up, her eyes wide and confused. “Are you insane?”
“Just saying. I mean, I wouldn’t put it past my cock. It’s a thing of God, I tell you. I mean, it could get past condoms, birth control pills, whatever, to get its seed to the goal.”
When he looked up, she had a blank look on her face. “No. I’m not pregnant.”
He shrugged. “Okay, food poisoning it is.”
Opening the door, she burped once more. “I think I’m done.”
“Oh, good.”
Getting in, she shut the door as she let out a long breath. “Wait, do you wanna have kids?”
He looked over at her. “With you? I guess you’ll do.” She glared, and he smiled as he started the car. “I mean, yeah, one day.”
“I find that odd.”
“Why?” he laughed as he backed out of the spot they were in.
“Considering you won’t sleep with me, yet you want to have kids with me? Sorry, I’m getting whiplash. It’s confusing, you’re confusing.”
“I’ve been called way worse, by you, actually,” he supplied with a chuckle. “But I never said I wanted to have kids with you today. I said I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened. My cock, babe, it’s an anaconda.”
“Please, don’t make me puke in the car from choking on your ego.” His laughter filled the car as they drove down the road. “Still, you’re weird.”
“One of a kind.”
“What even brought that up? That’s the last thing I would think is wrong with me. We’re safe. Plus, I wouldn’t want to have kids with someone who doesn’t want to sleep with me and doesn’t love me.”
“I like you.”
“Just fine?”
“Just fine, baby,” he said with a wink, and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m glad I’m not insecure ’cause you could fuck a girl up.”
He nodded. “Only the strong survive with me.”
She snorted. “Yeah, for real.”
They rode in silence for a moment, and then he found himself asking, “You do want kids, though, right? Like down the road, with some cool dude, who may be hung like a legend?”
Burping once more, she looked over at him, nodding her head. “Yeah. I would.”
“Cool.”
“We are insane.”
“A bit.”
“But really, what brought this out of left field?”
“I think Wren is pregnant,” he admitted. “No, I don’t know by whom. And no, I don’t know why she is hiding it. But something is up.”
“She was drinking.”
“No, she wasn’t. I smelled her drink.”
“So you lied for her?”
“Yeah, I want her to come clean to me.”
“Huh. I don’t know.”
