Page 82 of Wreck Me

“Christ. The fuck?” I ask, genuinely surprised by their reactions. I guess my extracurricular activities would make them wonder when I’ve gambled every time I stuck my dick into a willing female, wrapped up or not.

“Soooo, no surprise baby then?” Dallas asks for clarification.

“No, brother. No babies. Just also like dick, apparently. Or one dick,” I say, shaking my head. “Still not quite sure yet on the logistics.”

Dallas snaps his fingers loudly, forcing our attention on him.

“Does that mean we can call you cum-guzzler instead of Casanova?”

I can’t help it; I burst out laughing, a deep belly laugh that settles my nerves instantly. Leave it to Dallas to bring light to the situation. My brother’s an idiot, but damn if he doesn’t make us all laugh.

“Dude. That’s a good one, but maybe too soon?” Liam tells him, holding back his laugh.

“Definitely don’t want that nickname, dumbass.”

“Well, obviously we love you no matter who you love. But it’s honestly a little inconvenient for me. I was looking forward to not being outnumbered, and if you end up with a man, then I’m still going to be. I’ve already got too many brothers. Adding in Ivy, Blaire, and Han is obviously nice, but we’re still outnumbered with you overbearing dickweeds. What the hell?” Kinsey says with a huge, teasing smile.

I laugh at my sweet sister and give her an apologetic wince. “Sorry, little sis. You’ll like him, though, I promise.”

“I’m just giving you shit. Maybe he’ll be on my side for a change. You protective assholes need to let me breathe and live a little.”

“Fuck no.”

“Never.”

“Nope.”

“Not gonna happen.”

Kinsey rolls her eyes and I feel bad for her for a moment, but it’s for her own good. We know how men are, and we want to protect her from the pieces of shit out there. We never want her to feel heartbreak, fear, or pain. We can’t protect her forever, but maybe we can protect her until the right man comes along and takes over.

“So, you met someone, huh?” Sawyer asks.

I scratch at my jaw nervously.

“Yeah . . .”

“Well? You gonna give us some details?”

I push Sawyer’s untouched glass of whiskey in his direction. He looks at it before raising his eyebrows. “Fuck, really?”

“Drink up, big brother. You haven’t thawed out enough since Ivy returned or Grace was born. Down the hatch.”

Sawyer takes a long pull from his drink, setting it back down on the table.

“I’m not returning home drunk to my wife and newborn daughter. That’s all you’re getting from me.”

“It’s Griffin Nash.”

Dallas whistles as Liam flops back into his seat, eyes huge. Kinsey looks back and forth between all of us, clearly confused. But it’s Sawyer’s reaction I’m waiting for.

“You’re fucking Griffin Nash? The dickhead writerat the Northwest Explorer? The same asshole who has made your life hell for months?”

I can’t help but wince. Thank fuck they don’t know the raw, dirty details of how Finn and I have manipulated and blackmailed each other and all the grit in between.

“The one and only.”

“Just over that weekend? That quick?”

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