Page 17 of Wrecked

“Hey, where were you this evening?”

I jump at Shane’s question. “Nowhere.” Jeez, now I’m a fucking lying coward.

“You said you were just going out to run a quick errand, and you’ve been gone for three hours. It’s not like you to be so secretive, so I can’t help wondering.”

“Wondering what?”

“If maybe you were visiting a certain new tenant in the building.”

Busted.

“Relax, Shane. I was just making sure he had everything he needed.”

“And that tookthree hours?”

“He needed groceries, so I took him to Gracie’s. And when we got back, it was getting late, so I hung around and cooked dinner.”

“You made him dinner?” Shane makes it sound like I propositioned the kid. “For fuck’s sake, Cooper.”

“Don’t give me that tone, Shane. I’m an adult, and so is he.”

“Yes. And he’s an employee of our company. The last I heard, you don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“I don’t. Nothing’s changed.”

“Then why are you hanging around him?”

I shrug. “Beats me.”

“Cooper, I’m looking out for your best interests. If you don’t want people knowing your sexuality, then you have to keep your private life separate from your work life.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Right now, I have to wonder.”

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and stalk past him on my way out of the kitchen. “I know what I’m doing.”

Shane doesn’t reply, but I can guess what he’s thinking.

That I’m wrong.

And he’d be right.

I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.

* * *

I hide in my suite like the coward I am. After guzzling the entire bottle of water, I strip and walk into the shower.

I’m hard as a rock—have been most of the evening. It was a pain in the ass trying to hide that from Sam. And then from Shane.

Jesus, I wanted to grab Sam a dozen times and pull him into my arms. I wanted to kiss him until he was breathless. I wanted my cock in his mouth. Or his in mine. I wanted to put my hands on him.

Hell, I wanted to bend him over the back of the sofa and fuck him until he was a quivering mess, whimpering beneath me and begging for more.

But I can’t do any of that.

And it’s fucking killing me.