Oh man… he’s in the fucking closet.
I run a hand through my hair, my long strands falling onto my forehead. He’s piqued my curiosity, and I want to discover what’s behind that façade. He needs help, a friend, support. It might eat him alive if he continues to hide behind it. I push myself off the door, walk to where he sits, bend down, then kiss his cheek.
Fuck. How I want to do much more than simply kiss his cheek.
“Around me, you can be yourself. I will never judge you, Tristan.” I place my hand on top of his.
“Whenever you need me, I’m here for you,” I whisper, and leave the room.
ChapterTwo
Tristan
My legs shakeas the door closes behind Matthew Decker.
I order myself to stop staring in hopes the smoking-hot hunk will come back, fighting the urge to beg him not to leave—to use me any way he wants.
Tonight will be one of those nights I won’t be able to sleep. That sweet, fucking gorgeous man keeps me awake at night after I see him. His musky scent, clear blue eyes, and ripped body play inside my head all night long while I try to figure out a new way to avoid him.
I always fail.
He likes to taunt me, chase me.
Do I want him to catch me?
I refuse to succumb to him. And it isn’t easy to stand my ground. Since the first moment I met the Decker family, I’ve been actively fighting Matthew’s charms. Hell, the whole family is irresistible.
There’s his sister Ainsley, who I don’t dare look at since her husband Mason might kill me. Ah, Mason Bradley. Of course, their scary brother-in-law is hot too. Jacob and Matthew are almost identical, but the latter has a lot more sex appeal. The fucking dimple gets me every time. It’s sexy as hell, and combined with his deep, playful eyes, I could lose myself in him.
I remember the first time I saw him. His predatory eyes undressed me, making me feel exposed.
He knew.
He knows I want him to possess me.
I’d never met anyone who could see right through to who I am like he did. Still does. Then that low voice he used to introduce himself. A combination of playful yet promising. The promise I’d submit to him. That he’d give me the ride of my life if I let him.
And oh, I want him to, so badly. But I won’t.
He’s the brother of my business partner. Also, he’s far too open about his sexuality. I’m not. I couldn’t be.Or could I?
Shit.
No.
I can’t.
Fuck. I can’t believe I’m going to have to work with him. This guy has me tied in knots. I should quit before Thrice buries me in some way or another.
Matthew’s last words bounce through the walls of my office.“Whenever you need me, I’m here for you,”he whispered, leaving me with a need for his arms, his mouth, and his body.
I won’t be judged by him. That’s a fresh statement. My parents have had me under a microscope since the moment I was conceived. Both criticize each and every step I take. Condemning me when I don’t perform as either one expects. Neither of my parents have ever tried to understand me. It’s because of them that I hide on the opposite coast. Their judgmental stance into who I might be keeps me isolated—safe.
I try to shake the images of Matthew in my office. The way he’s able to so effortlessly see something in seconds that my own parents have neglected to see in fourteen years rattles me to my core. It took me years to realize what I wanted—whoI wanted—in my bed.
During eighth grade, I dated Kate. My first kiss. She had long brown hair, light-brown eyes, and shared her food with me. Back then, that’s all I cared about.
Once I entered high school, the game changed. I wanted more than pecks on the lips and walking hand in hand. I dated a total of three girls by the end of my sophomore year. The summer when I turned sixteen, my perspective changed. During football camp, I saw a couple of dudes kissing in the locker room. My cock twitched as I watched them—it was fucking hot.