Page 29 of Wreck Me

Fuck face: No can do. We’ll ride together. I’ll pick you up early.

Goddamn, why does he have to make everything so difficult? Grabbing my workout bag, I head inside my house, kicking off my shoes at the door as another text comes in.

Me: Not happening. I can meet you there. I want my car with me

Fuck face: Who said we were driving?

Me: Where the fuck is this place?

Fuck face: It’s a secret

Me: You make it so easy to hate you

Fuck face: You wish you hated me, lover.

Me: I’m not your lover

Fuck face: The way you come so beautifully for me says otherwise

Fuck face: See you early then

I toss my phone into the tray on the table next to my front door, fuming. How the fuck am I going to survive a weekend alone with this bastard?

I know exactly what will happen this weekend. Finn is a force I can’t fight. I’m weak in his presence, and I don’tunderstand it. I’ve never had a one-night stand that I think about after. I’ve had good pussy that I went back for a few times at the club but walked away from them without another thought. Finn is different, and I can’t explain it. His attraction to me isn’t something he keeps locked up. I know he wants me, and my body gives in to the temptation every single time. There’s the added question about what he meant about his dad, that he had to convince him to write the article. I make a mental note to get to the bottom of that this weekend.

My original thought that I could whore myself out for the sake of getting the article has gone completely out the window. I know I need to go into this trip with a clear head, but nothing that surrounds Griffin Nash is clear. He fills me with . . . everything. Things I never thought I would be capable of feeling. I lose myself completely. I can’t let that happen. I need to go there, survive, get the article, and leave with some part of myself intact. But fuck if there isn’t a loud part of me that desperately wants more of him. Wants to know what’s different about him and chase the feelings he pulls from me. I’ve never felt as good as I do with Griffin Nash.

Can I actually go through with this? I know we’ll hook up; it’s inevitable. The tension between us is too strong, and we already know what each other sounds like when we come. It’s not like the sex would be a hardship. Shit, can I fuck another man? I’ve had a ton of anal sex, I can’t imagine it’s any different.Even if everything about it is different.

Suddenly, I’m feeling like a fish out of water as my overthinking brain fucks me over and I spiral. Does he even want that? Just because he’s gay doesn’t mean he’d want me to fuck him. Shit, why am I even thinking about sex with Finn? Why can’t I just chill the fuck out? I can survive this. I have to.

CHAPTER 8

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Finn showsup at the ass crack of fucking dawn, walking into my house like he lives here. The front door slams, the footfalls of his steps leading him through my house until he pushes open my bedroom door to find me sprawled out in my bed buck ass naked.

“You’re still sleeping.”

“Good observation, jackhole. Go away,” I groan.

“You aren’t packed either.”

“No shit. Fuck off.”

“Aren’t you a delight first thing in the morning.”

“The sun isn’t even up.”

“No shit. The sun doesn’t seem to rise over here in your hole in the mountains.”

“Ugh. Fuck. Off.”

“As much as I’m enjoying seeing your bare ass—what the fuck is that?”

“What?”

Finn’s hands are on me before I can react, one hand gripping the back of my neck, pushing my head further into the pillow, theother flat against the center of my back, holding me in place. I squirm to get away from him but without turning over and letting him have a front-row look at my hard dick, I only thrash slightly.

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