Page 10 of Wrecked (McIntyre Security Bodyguard #16)

Sam and I leave the shooting range together and walk to our respective vehicles. When I arrived, I parked next to a red pickup truck I assumed was his since it was the only vehicle in the lot I didn’t recognize.

As we head to our vehicles, he doesn’t say much, and if I’m reading him right, I’d say he’s nervous.

I walk him to his driver’s door. He turns, leans against it, and faces me. I lean into him, my body against his. I can feel his erection pressing against the front of his jeans. Clearly, he’s aroused.

I press my own erection against his. “Just making sure,” I say.

Just because he’s gay doesn’t mean he’s experienced.

Or that he’s had anal. Or that he even wants it.

“Let me be real clear.” I want to make sure we’re on the same page—that we both want the same thing.

I reach around and grasp one of his ass cheeks. “I want this ass.”

Swallowing hard, he nods.

“I want to fuck you.”

His nostrils flare as his chest rises with his breath. Again, he nods.

“All right, then,” I say. “Lead the way.”

I follow Sam back to our apartment building. He pulls into the underground garage and parks in his assigned slot. I park in mine. We meet at the bank of elevators and ride up to his floor together.

I admit I’m a nervous wreck. I just hope we don’t run into anyone I know.

This building is crawling with McIntyre Security employees.

Free rent in this building is one of the perks Shane offers our employees.

It works out well because so many of them choose to live here, and it’s convenient for them to get together and hang out.

A lot of friendships have been made in this building.

I breathe a sigh of relief when we get off at his floor and find the hallway empty. When we reach his unit, he pulls out a key and unlocks the door.

As soon as we’re inside, I shut the door and push him up against it. For some reason, I can’t keep my hands off him. I want to kiss him, touch him, pleasure him. It’s bordering on obsession, and I’ve never felt like this before. I grip his jaw. “You’re sure about this?”

“I’m sure.” He grasps the waistband of my jeans and pulls me close. Then he slips a hand between us and runs it along my erection, squeezing me through the denim of my jeans.

Damn.

He’s a hell of a lot younger than me, but he’s no shrinking violet.

Then he surprises me when he pulls my shirt out of my jeans and reaches for my belt buckle.

He unfastens it, unsnaps my jeans and lowers the zipper.

And then he’s on his knees, tugging my jeans and underwear down.

My brain short-circuits, and I feel gut punched.

This kid knows what he’s doing. And now I’m wondering just who is in charge here. Because right now, it’s clearly not me.

As he reaches for my cock, I grab his hands to stop him. “Do you want me to shower first?”

“No.” Sam shakes his head. “I want you like this.”

He grabs hold of me and licks me from base to tip. His tongue sweeps over the crown, tonguing my slit and stealing every bit of pre-cum, before he draws me deep into his hot, wet mouth.

Holy shit!

This kid’s gonna blow my mind.

I can’t resist gripping his head as he blows me.

My body takes over, and I start thrusting.

His tongue and lips caress my flesh as I thrust into his mouth.

He takes me so deep, a raw and ragged groan escapes me.

I stare down into those beautiful brown eyes of his, and the way he’s looking at me steals my breath.

I want this kid. He’s mine.

When I feel my balls draw up, hot and tight, I know it’s time for me to stop him. If I’m only going to get one chance at this tonight, I don’t want to blow it before I’m inside him.

I withdraw myself from his mouth and pull him up to his feet. “That’s enough, kid. When I come, I want to be balls deep inside you.”

Sam nods. “I want that, too. My bedroom’s down the hall, first door on the right. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll join you soon.” And then he disappears down the hall ahead of me. I hear a door close, and a moment later, the shower turns on.

This is really happening.

Suddenly, my heart is hammering in my chest, and not in a good way.

What the hell am I doing here?

Reality hits me like a dash of cold water. I’m going against every rule I live by. I fuck strangers, men I meet in the clubs or online. I don’t fuck guys I know. I sure as hell don’t fuck guys I work with.

My chest tightens, and my lungs seize up.

This is a mistake.

I can’t do this. Because if I do it once, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. And I don’t do relationships. I’ll just end up hurting him and probably myself in the process.

The shower’s still running when I let myself out of Sam’s apartment and lock the door behind me. I take the private penthouse elevator upstairs before anyone sees me down here.

When I walk into the penthouse, Beth and Shane are cuddled up on the sofa watching something on TV.

“Hey, guys,” I call, attempting to sound cheerful. “Have a good night. I think I’ll turn in early.” And then I’m down the hall that leads to my suite.

I pour myself a double shot of whiskey from my private stash and knock it back. It hits hard on my empty stomach. I knock back another and then strip and crash on the bed.

And I try really hard not to think about what I did tonight.

Or, rather, didn’t do.

I’m not proud of myself. Not one bit.

I’m just as locked away in the closet today as I was growing up back home.