It’s supposed to be the happiest week of Nathan Monroe’s life - a luxury wedding at a countryside estate, surrounded by friends, family, and enough champagne to keep everyone glowing until vows are exchanged. But for Mason, the groom’s younger brother, it’s something else entirely. He’s back in town, trying to behave. Trying not to look too long at Calvin Hale - Nathan’s best friend since high school, and now the best man...

“Masey boy,” Calvin said again, drying his hair with the towel. “You find your bag?” I nodded, still gripping the blanket like it could hide the very obvious hard-on in my briefs. “Yeah. The staff already brought it up,” I muttered, not trusting myself to say more. My eyes flicked down once more before I could stop them. His cock was still swinging gently in those black trunks, heavy and outlined like it was half-awake an...

I woke up sticky. My underwear clung to me, the fabric damp and crusted in places; a clear reminder of everything Calvin had done to me last night. Everything he’d made me do. I hadn’t even gotten up to clean. Just collapsed after he turned away, aching and half-hard and buzzing with whatever the hell that had been. A message from Calvin lit up the screen, timestamped half an hour ago. Mase-boy...you slept in late, stop d...

By the time Calvin and I got back to the estate, my hair was only slightly less of a mess and Calvin’s smirk still hadn’t faded. He walked like a man who just got his dick sucked on a golf cart; slow, loose, satisfied. I, on the other hand, had wiped my mouth three times and still wasn’t sure if I could speak without the taste of his cock creeping up the back of my throat. My stomach was a tight knot of nerves and heat. I...

By the time we made it back with wine, half the wedding party was already drinking whatever they found on the table. A few of the guests were still eating, plates of grilled salmon and chicken were being passed around, the clink of cutlery filling the air, and someone had clearly decided “lunch” was a loose concept because half the table was already on their third mimosa. “What took you guys so long?” the maid of honor as...