Page 3 of Wreck Me

“Look, I got caught up in the moment. I’m not gay, in case you couldn’t tell by the pussy I was eating when you joined us.”

His eyes flick down to the outline of my rock-hard cock in my slacks, even though I just came.

“I don’t care what you think you are or aren’t, but your cock likes me, so maybe I can help you figure it out.”

My mouth drops open slightly, not sure what the fuck to even say to that or what the hell is happening to me tonight. I’ve never had anyone read me so transparently, and his observations are spot on. With one touch from this stranger, he just confused the hell out of me, but he’s right, my body is on board with everything he is offering. I’ve had great sexual experiences before, incredible even. But that? That was something entirelydifferent. He affected me on a molecular level. Rewired my brain chemistry at its core, and that right there is why I have to get the fuck out of here. Now.

“It was sex, man. Nothing more, nothing less. Have a good night,” I reply curtly before heading to the door and storming out of it. This time, he lets me go. I don’t know if I could restrain myself a second time—from punching him or asking for a repeat—the fact that I don’t know which messes with my head. What the fuck did I just do? And why the fuck did I just come harder than I ever have before?

After a late night at the club, morning comes sooner than I’m ready and my mind is swirling with the mystery man and how good his strong, powerful body felt straddling me, our hard cocks squeezed together. His uncut dick as he spurted cum all over us. The cum that mixed with mine that I had to wash off of me before bed last night. Everything about him was strong and masculine, and it really fucking did it for me. Which I’m struggling to understand today.

How the fuck did I enjoy that as much as I did? I’ve never been curious about men, but I’ve also never shared women with male partners before. My thoughts war with the events, everything playing over again like a fever dream. Did I seriously hook up with a man last night? The sheer power of my orgasm and how goddamnrightit felt is enough to rattle me to my core, but damn, that was one hell of an experience.

Sitting at my desk at my family’s distillery, earlier than normal, I boot up my computer to start my day on autopilot. I’m the marketing executive and brand ambassador for AspenRidge Distillery in a tiny town hidden away in Western Washington. My three brothers and I run the entire operation together with the help of a huge staff of qualified employees, whom we treat like family. The company has been in our family for decades, and while we weren’t ready to inherit the business this young, we were all prepared for it, having grown up on the grounds, and each settling into a position of our own here—some of us easier than others.

My oldest two brothers, Sawyer and Dallas, are twins. Sawyer fills the CEO position, and Dallas is our COO; both of them are in roles they fit perfectly and have always wanted. Our brother Liam is doing what he loves most as one of our two master distillers, and then there’s me, who kind of fell into this position and am just trying to do the best I can at it. We also have a little sister, Kinsey, who wants nothing to do with the family business and is about to start her second year of teaching kindergarten at our tiny town’s elementary school. She’s the smartest one out of the five of us for not making a career out of the family business. Working so closely with my brothers has its pits and peaks. And since I’m the youngest, some days, there are a lot more pits than peaks.

Like I summoned the fuckers—shithead, dickhead, and spunk rag barge into my office like they own the damn place. Which, I suppose we all do, but it’s the one space that’s mine here, and a little respect would go a long way. But I’m just the playboy younger brother that no one takes too seriously. So, why would they? I shake off the intrusive thoughts. They don’t know I harbor some resentment for how much more at ease they each are in life, but isn’t that normal when you’re the youngest son of five kids?

Liam takes a seat in one of the chairs across from my desk, Sawyer standing off to the side with his arms crossed, as Dallas walks up to the front of my desk and drops a manila folder ontop of it. The contents spill out slightly—a bunch of articles and a photograph.

My heart heaves, lodging itself in my throat as my palms start to sweat. I’d recognize that face anywhere—his rich brown hair perfectly coiffed, his chiseled jaw dusted with two-day scruff, blue eyes sitting behind a pair of round glasses that surprisingly suit him. The room starts to close in on me while simultaneously spinning as dread settles in the pit of my stomach. How the fuck did they get this?

I pick up the flimsy photo between my thumb and forefinger, looking at it with what I’m hoping passes as a puzzled expression, before flicking it back into the pile of paper.

“Who the fuck is this?” I ask my brothers, playing semi-ignorant, considering I don’t actually know his name or anything about him. I’m taking a chance that they don’t know what happened last night. Unless fucking Dallas and his girlfriend Blaire happened to show up and saw us. While Dallas and I are both members at Temptations, we have different interests, and Dallas has always headed to the back private rooms while I stick to the floor. We’ve never run into each other before organically. Plus, why the hell would he look into who I hooked up with? Nah. This is a bomb that I’m going to feel the effects of for a while, and I brace myself for the destruction.

“That,” Dallas says as he points to the printed photo of the man who jerked both of us off last night, “is Griffin Nash. His family owns the entire fucking Northwest Explorer that has been dicking you around for months. Meet your pain in the fucking ass.”

I cringe at his crass words that typically would roll right off me, but given last night’s circumstances, and the fact that Griffin is clearly into cock, I bristle. I stare at the photo and try to comprehend what the fuck is happening. My entire body vibrates with anger. Panic starts to slither up my spine,infecting me with its poison. I grip my thighs under the desk, my fingers pressing firmly into the muscle.

A few months ago, I received an email from a personal assistant on behalf of a prestigious Pacific Northwest travel magazine, saying they were interested in doing a feature on the distillery. Their presence online and in print is well-known and has far more reach than just the Pacific Northwest. It could be incredible publicity for the business. I’ve spent months trying to get a meeting with the writer and being given the runaround.

Did he know who I was? Was this all some sick fucking game to him? Do my brothers know what happened last night? Fuck, what did I do? I have a near desperate urge to loosen my tie, and I don’t want the move to look suspicious, but it’s getting damn hard to breathe in here.

I lean back into my chair, doing my damndest to play it cool and hoping like hell none of them read my emotions. I’ve gotten extremely good at masking my anxiety, and I’m tapping into that shit hardcore right now, even if I feel like I’m failing to do so.

“Well, no fucking shit,” I say smoothly after a whistle of surprise. “How’d you get this? I’ve been trying to find this asshole for months. He’s the damnowner?”

Sawyer speaks up first, which is no surprise. “Yeah, a Nash. What are the damn chances of that? Wes Draven got the info. Man is talented. We should have gone to him a while ago, because he pulled all that shit in less than a day.”

“That motherfucker shouldn’t be hiding out in a small town like Aspen Ridge, he could be bringing in the big bucks in some place like DC as a PI if he wanted to.”

“No shit, but our gain again since our family seems to be his biggest return client.”

“No shit,” Dallas adds. “Just be careful what you ask for, and don’t repeat my mistakes.”

Sawyer opens his mouth to say something we all expect to be snarky, but lucky for me, Liam speaks up, getting our idiot twin brothers back on topic.

“Will you two shut the hell up for two minutes? Don’t even start your crap. Carter, what are you gonna do now? You know who he is, you gonna hunt him down and get him to do the feature or tell him to fuck off?”

Unfortunately for me, my shithead brother speaks up before I can make my own decision.

“Oh, he’s gonna hunt him down. He’s getting this story. They asked for it and we agreed. There may not be any contracts, but Carter can be persuasive. I’m sure you can work some magic and get us this feature.”

“He’s not wrong, Car. You’re the one who got excited about this to begin with. You know what a game changer it could be for all the parts of our business—sales, expanded distribution, the events that Blaire has been hosting. We need this,” Liam adds, and I know he’s not wrong. When I got that email, I was ecstatic, but then it’s just been bullshit ever since.

“Ehh. I’m fine if he tells him to fuck off. I think we’re doin’ just fine without all that press and attention.”

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