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...

We walked fast, almost jogging through the shadows of the estate grounds, the night air cool against our wet skin. My soaked underwear clung to me, heavy and cold, but I didn’t care, I was too wired from what we’d just done in the pool. Calvin had managed to grab one towel, the oversized hotel-white kind, but I hadn’t thought to bring one at all. So I clung to him, both of us wrapped inside the same damp cotton, wet bodie...

I don’t even know what time I drifted off last night. All I know is I woke up the way you’re not supposed to wake up when the world is expecting you to play the perfect little brother. My cheek was pressed against the warm rise of Calvin’s chest, his heartbeat slow and steady under my ear. His arm was heavy across my back like he’d claimed me in his sleep. The sheets smelled like chlorine from the pool and sex. I opened m...

The heavy bathroom door had just swung shut behind me when I heard it creak open again. My pulse jumped before I even turned. Footsteps echoed against the tile. I caught his reflection in the mirror first; Calvin, sleeves rolled to his forearms now, jacket gone, tie loosened just enough to show the hard line of his throat. His smirk was sharp and hungry, like he’d been waiting for this. “Well,” he drawled, voice low, the...

The rehearsal dinner dragged late into the night. Between the speeches, the toasts, and the endless parade of family I hardly knew, I spent the whole evening on edge. Not because of the event itself, but because of Calvin. Every time I glanced across the table, his eyes were on me; hungry, daring, like he was daring me to look away first. I couldn’t. Not once. By the time I slipped out of the ballroom and made my way back...