Page 17 of Wreck Me

CHAPTER 5

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My head flops backagainst the hard wall as I heave breaths into my lungs and work to steady my racing heart. Griffin—Finn—pops off my dick, taking languid licks over the sensitive head. Is he seriously cleaning me up? I look back down at him, my hands still holding the sides of his head, his silky strands threaded through my fingers. He grins up at me, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips, making me want to smack the shit right off his face.

I let my hands fall to my sides as Finn slowly stands up, crowding my space, using the back of his hand to wipe the moisture from his mouth. He looks like a lion right before they pounce and devour their prey. Too bad I’m not some helpless gazelle alone in a field. I move my hands between us, stuffing my softening dick back into my boxer briefs. Finn grabs my wrists, lifting them above my head, and for whatever fucked-up reason, I allow it.

A moment passes between us before he dips his face into the crook of my neck, dragging his nose languidly across my pebbled flesh, inhaling deeply. The scruff of his facial hairis rough against my skin as he brushes his lips back and forth along the curve at the base of my neck and shoulder. My eyes flutter closed at the contact. Fuck. What is he doing to me? Why does it feel so good with him?

“Mmm. You smell as good as you taste.”

The deep baritone of his voice sends the right signals to my dick, which, to my dismay, is rapidly hardening again. Finn lifts his head, practically nose to nose with me as he watches my eyes, my heart beating hard behind my ribcage, blood rushing to my ears. Just as his eyes flick down to my lips, I know I need to get out of here.

I easily flip our positions, pressing Finn hard against the wall and taking a step back. His eyes widen in surprise, but I don’t miss the flash of disappointment that crosses his strong features.

“That’s how it’s gonna be then, huh?” he demands.

“That can’t happen again and it sure as shit isn’t going any further.”

“So, you’re just gonna come down my throat and call it a night?” He seems genuinely shocked by that, but I’ve given him no inclination that I’m a selfless man or that I’d even consider returning the favor. I still don’t understand what the hell is happening between us or his true intentions.

“You weren’t complaining while you swallowed it down and didn’t spill a drop,” I quip. “Such a good boy for me,Griffin.”

I watch his facial expression as I taunt him, and I don’t miss the slight flash of arousal that crosses his face at the praise, even if it was in jest. It’s quickly replaced by the cocky asshole. We both seem to be powerhouses vying for control, the pendulum constantly changing who’s on top. He purses his lips, nodding his head slowly as if digesting the situation and deciding how to proceed.

“So tell me, Carter, you seem to have quite the imagination. What exactly do you think I want from you? Why do you think I’m here? Seems like someone may not be so confident in his choice of extracurricular activities. Worried the public may think Aspen Ridge’s iconic family has a sex addict running their empire?”

And there it is. I can’t help it; my jaw goes slack, falling open. I didn’t think he’d say it. With the taste of my cum still on his tongue, he just admitted his entire fucking plan and how he’ll try to ruin my family. I’m an idiot. Panic rises quickly, the blood pulsing through my veins turning to ice as my face heats and my hands start to shake.

“You motherfucker! You signed a contract to come in here, an NDA! They’ll drown you if this gets out!”

“Back the hell up, Carter. I was asking whatyouthought,” he says in the most calm, slightly irritated voice he can muster. I study his face, so fucking confused, my rage and panic simmering to a barely contained boil right at the surface.

“Drop the games, Griffin. What do you want from me? My sex life is an open book because I’m a man who owns his shit. I don’t do anything half-assed. I can speak to every single one of my actions. So what is it that you want?”

His eyes dart back and forth between mine as if he’s searching for something to hold on to. His eyes are heavy, as if he’s struggling with the weight of the world on his shoulders and he’s hoping I’m his lifeline, his savior. He looks at me with so much depth that it nearly knocks the wind from my lungs. And then he speaks, the word barely a whisper above the sound of our heavy breaths and racing heartbeats.

“You.”

My molars grind together, and before I realize I’ve done it, I have Finn’s shirt balled in my fists, shoving him hard against the wall. My body wars with wanting to knock his teeth down theback of his throat and kissing him so hard he’ll feel the bruises of it tomorrow. What the fuck is wrong with me? The tension thrums through us like a ticking time bomb.

Our breathing is labored, coming in hard pants as we share space. Anger courses through my body, my hold on his shirt so tight my knuckles are turning white. Fuck, I feel it in the marrow of my bones, Finn has the power to destroy everything. But all I can see are his perfectly plump lips, slightly parted as he braces for my next move. I know he feels it, the tension pulling tight, that I’m grappling for control and that this could spin either way.

He doesn’t fight me, his arms lying slack at his sides. He’s giving me the control again and time to decide, and I don’t understand why. I meet his eyes, so fucking blue I could be looking into the clearest ocean. They swirl with mirth, dirty promises, and something else that he’s keeping locked up tight. I want to know what that is. I want to know his secrets. I want to know what he needs saving from. I want . . .him.

For just a moment, suspended in this space with Finn, I feeleverythingrather than nothing. My heart pounds so loud I can hear my pulse between my ears, my hands shake where his shirt is balled in my fists, my stomach fluttering and in knots. It all feels sogood.Everything in my head quiets. For a moment, it’s just us, nothing else clouding my thoughts. The outside world disappears, and who we are no longer matters.

So, I kiss him.

His lips respond right away, as if he knew this was how it would end, as if any other scenario wasn’t even an option. Finn’s hands circle both of my wrists, holding me in place like he’s scared this will end before he’s ready.

His tongue melds with mine, the taste of my cum potent and an erotic reminder of what we just did. I suck it into my mouth, Finn moaning around the sensation. Our mouths movetogether easily, his facial hair rough on my skin. It doesn’t occur to me until this moment that I’m kissing a man for the first time. Instead, it feels like I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to. With exactly who I’m supposed to be doing it with. That thought right there is what should stop me.

I can’t fucking do this. I don’t do feelings. I also don’t fuck around with selfish, rich pricks who could be fucking with my family. But maybe if I give myself to him, he’ll give me what I need in return. Maybe if I give him more of me, he’ll drop whatever nefarious plans he has up his sleeve and instead write the article I was first offered. The one my family wants and deserves. Even if it wrecks me in the process.

I kiss him like I mean it, like I can’t control myself, and I lie to myself over and over again—it’s just to get the article and protect my family. But, then, why can’t I stop? Why is this kiss the best kiss of my entire life?

“Fuck, I can’t decide what I like the taste of more, your tongue or your cock.” Finn moans the words against my mouth as he kisses over my jaw, moving down to my neck, sending pleasure spikes up and down my spine. My head lolls to the side, lust-drunk and loving the way his beard scrapes against my skin. His hands release my wrists, moving to my waist and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies are flush, his cock pressing firmly against my hip as he grinds into me. I let him. He humps me like a cat in heat and I don’t hate it. I want to be the reason he falls apart.

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