Page 157 of Wreck Me

I grinned. “Too far?”

“Nothing is too far for those assholes,” he said, lunging at me and pushing me up against the wall. “That’s gonna live rent-free in my mind forever.”

He brushed his lips over mine, breathing me in, then laving my neck with his tongue, dipping beneath my collar. My cock thickened in my pants, and I wanted to sink into it, to sink into him, but something was nagging at me, something he’d said to them.

I grasped his wrists and eased him back, holding them between us.

He frowned. “Cas?”

“What happened to your trust fund?”

He tensed. Very noticeably.

“Caleb?”

“I… we’ll talk about it later. Right now, I want to worship every inch of you.”

He pulled his wrists free, and then he was cupping my cock through my pants.

I groaned and threw my head back.

“I’m gonna strip naked and have you take me while you’re still fully-suited.”

Fuck. The visual alone sent a jolt of need through me.

He knew how to fire me up without a doubt.

And he was doing it now to distract me.

I batted his hand from my cock. “Caleb, talk to me. What’s going on?”

His mouth opened and closed.

He stepped back and shifted his weight.

“It’s just—”

A knock at the door sounded.

I cursed under my breath.

In the next second, Caleb was darting away from me and opening it.

And there Bastian was pushing on into the coatroom, along with Skylar who was holding his hand.

What the—

“Are you guys okay?” she asked, looking between us all worried.

“Did you just cut your parents off?” Bastian asked right afterward.

“And that kiss… that was something else,” Skylar commented with a grin.

“You mean this kiss?” Caleb said, a second before he descended on her, basically eating her face.

I saw Bastian’s eyes hood as he watched her being ravaged and her hips start to roll against Caleb’s cock.

He started for them to join in and escalate things beyond measure.

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