Page 71 of Wreck Me

“He wanted to take the meeting alone with you, baby girl. That’s not happening.”

“Oh my god, Dallas, don’t be ridiculous! It’s your brother!”

“The good-looking one!”

“You all were bred in a lab! There is no one good-looking brother! It’s all of you!”

Dallas shoves off me and stands quickly. I follow suit, straightening out my shirt and pushing my hair out of my face. Blaire’s eyes are blown huge as she slowly backs up as my brother prowls her with his head cocked to the side.

“Did you just say all my brothers are good-looking, princess?”

“I did.”

“Oh, baby girl, mistakes were just made.” Dallas’ head turns to face me, sending his next words in my direction, but I’m already moving. “You’ll need to reschedule your meeting, Casanova, my future wife needs to be punished.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Dal! I don’t need the dirty details!” I yell as I slam her office door and walk quickly down the hall. Just as I’m home free, Sawyer’s voice yells for me as I pass his open door. I turn on my heels and pop my head in.

“Thought you had a meeting with Blaire to open up wedding dates for next summer?”

“Yeah, well, fuckin’ dickhead came with me and kicked me out. Apparently Blaire needed a punishment,” I say with a shiver.

“Fuck. How many times do I have to tell him not in the goddamn office? Ugh. I’ll deal with him. How are you? Just wanted to check in on you.”

“I’m hanging in there.”

“Try not to let it ruin your life, brother. There are more important things out there to live for. Whatever happens, we’ll take care of it, and it’ll pass.”

God, I hope he’s right, even if we’re talking about two different things here.

“Thanks. How are you? When do I get to snuggle my niece?”

“Ivy’s ready for a date night, I am not.”

“No! You? Protective of your baby daughter? Impossible!”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll be the first I call, though, I know you’re good with Charlie when you babysit her.”

“Wait, you mean I was supposed to be babysitting Charlie? Not the other way around? Shit, I’m messing everything up.”

“Fuck off, Casanova. Let me know if you need anything. I may have a life of my own, but I’ll always be there for you.”

I hope he means it.

Later that night, I’m lying in bed with Finn as he brushes the hair from my face, something he does often, the move making my heart swell each time.

“Talk to me about limits, about your likes and desires,” he says.

“Hard limit is sharing. I can’t do it with you. It’s never bothered me in the past, but I also didn’t feel anything but sexual gratification until you.”

“Thank fuck. Same. What about voyeurism or exhibitionism?”

“I’m indifferent to voyeurism; it doesn’t do it for me, but it’s not a hard limit either.”

“Same. I’m not really into it. What about others watching you? Us?”

“Not a kink for me. Like, it doesn’t get me off knowingothers are watching, but as you saw yourself, I tend to stick to the main room. Part of me likes to put on a show, knowing others could be wanting to be me or be my partner for the night is hot, but it’s not a deal breaker if you aren’t into it.”

“That first night at the club with you was my first time at a sex club, period. My first time fooling around with anyone in public openly. I was definitely into it,” Finn expresses.

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