The Wright Secret

by K. A. Linde

  All that pent-up energy of not knowing when we’d tell people and then the stress when everyone found out. Suddenly, there was nothing left between us. No one keeping us apart. No more barriers.

  The tension broke like a tidal wave.

  We barreled toward his bedroom. My shoulder bounced into the wall, and I only broke apart long enough to laugh. It’d probably hurt later, but right now, who the fuck cared?

  He backed into the room, kicking the door all the way open with his heel. We stumbled over something in the middle of the room. I laughed and dropped out of his arms. Then, I pushed him backward into the door, slamming it shut with a force.

  “Fuck,” he said at my aggression.

  “Claim me,” I breathed.

  I was aching for him in all the best possible ways. There were no inhibitions left between us. We stood before each other, stripped bare to our souls. He could see the desire and lust and…more in my eyes. The things I couldn’t say yet. But they were written clear as day through the windows into my heart.

  He grabbed my shoulders and whirled me around, so my back hit the wall. His hand found my underwear, yanking it to the ground. I kicked off my heels, dipping me the several extra inches they had given me. But he didn’t seem to care.

  He dropped his pants and pulled out his dick, which was already hard me. Hoisting my leg around his waist, he pressed himself up against me. The tip was poised and ready against the opening to my pussy. I could feel him there, and I nearly screamed with want as he paused.

  I teased his dick by making little circles. He slammed his fist into the wall and groaned my name. It was hot as fuck.

  But I didn’t have to tell him twice. He grabbed my ass in his hands and thrust up into me. My head whipped back into the wall. My hands dug into his shoulders.

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  “Morgan,” he said against my shoulder, “you feel so fucking good.”

  He picked up his tempo and moved into me harder and harder and faster and faster. It was exhilarating. Nothing gentle about it. Just him wanting me. Me wanting him. The knowledge that we never had to hide this again. That we could just be ourselves. It took me to a new high.

  I hadn’t even realized quite how much it was all weighing on me until that weight was lifted. I was no longer a secret. Patrick had stood up for me. For us. He wanted this. He definitely, a hundred percent, wanted to be with me. He had to if he’d stood up to my brothers like that. Especially standing up to Austin and his temper. It was exhilarating and made me feel overwhelmingly happy.

  As if all the puzzle pieces had finally been fit together. And not as a metaphor for what was happening right now.

  Though…that was a great benefit.

  For a long time, I’d thought Patrick and I would never really happen. And then, when we had gotten together, I’d thought we would crash and burn. That the hiding had been his way of keeping me distant. Even when things had been going so well, I still hadn’t known.

  But, now, I knew.

  Patrick wanted me and only me.

  He picked me up off the wall and then dropped me backward on his bed. He yanked me toward him until my ass was practically hanging off the bed. Then, he stood over me and entered me again, holding my legs open wide for him.

  I clutched the bedspread and bit back a scream of pleasure. I was seeing stars as our bodies collided. It was too much. Everything felt too strong, too bright, too good. I’d never even known it was possible for me to feel this much. To just completely delve into this right here. Nothing compared.

  Patrick moved forward onto his elbows, and I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him in closer. He pecked a kiss on my lips.

  “Fuck,” he groaned.

  “I’m…so…close,” I got out.

  “Oh God, I can’t wait to feel your pussy come all around me.”

  My entire body clenched at his words. Erotic and filthy and totally fucking turning me on.

  He pulled back a little and grinned. “I like that reaction.” Then, as he continued to fuck me, he moved his lips to the shell of my ear and whispered every utterly filthy thought he’d ever had about me.

  My brain stopped functioning, and my body went with it. I came with an unrivaled force. My body convulsed around him, tightening and shaking from head to toe. My release was so hard that he came directly after me, finishing in a heap on top of me.

  The mewling sound that came out of my mouth was incomprehensible. I didn’t even know what I was saying. I was sure Patrick thought I was speaking in tongues.

  Eventually, Patrick slid out and rolled onto the bed beside me. His chest was still rising and falling heavily. But he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and drew me closer.

  “That was…the best sex I’d ever had in my life,” he said.

  I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at him with shocked, big, round eyes. “Ever?”

  “Ever.”

  I opened my mouth and then closed it. I couldn’t believe it. I mean…I could. It was just crazy. I knew Patrick had slept around a lot before we dated. He wasn’t the dating type, which meant there had been a revolving door of women in his life. I’d always just…assumed that at least.

  “Really?” I asked again.

  He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “If I’d known we could have been doing this for all those years, I would have started a long time ago.”

  I swatted at him. “You’re joking.”

  “I’m not. Why is it so hard to believe?”

  I shrugged. I didn’t say it was because he had more experience than me. I just lay back in his arms and enjoyed the fact that I was the best.

  “I’m the best you’ve ever had,” I whispered.

  “Damn straight.”

  He got up to go clean up, and I went when he was finished. As I crawled naked into his bed, I noticed he looked more contemplative than when he’d told me I was the best sex of his life. Like he couldn’t quite believe what his life was right now.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure. Shoot.”

  “Why me?”

  I cocked my head to the side. “What do you mean?”

  “You said you always liked me since high school. But…why me?”

  “You weren’t like other guys.”

  He laughed. “I was exactly like other guys.”

  “Not to me. You always took me seriously, even before I was formidable enough to be taken seriously. You always treated me with value. You never made fun of my aspirations, and you were never intimidated by them. I guess I always felt like you got me. Like maybe you were the other side to my coin.” I blushed at that.

  He stared at me in wonder. “You thought all of that, even in high school?”

  “Well, first, I thought you were, like, so cute,” I said with a high school cheerleader accent, batting my eyelashes.

  He laughed.

  “Then, the rest solidified over time.”

  “I might have missed some time with you all those years,” he said, sliding back over my body and pressing my legs apart, “but I’m going to try to make up for it.”

  Twenty-Four

  Patrick

  “Are you serious right now?” I asked my boss, Bailey, on Monday afternoon.

  Up until this point, work had been great. I loved my new job and the clients I had already started building relationships with. I enjoyed working with Bailey and my other coworkers. But I didn’t like this. If I had been courted for this job because I knew the Wrights, then they were going to have another thing coming. I was not going to use my connections with them for business.

  “Patrick, it’s not like I’m asking you to do something illegal.”

  “The fact that you have to clarify should give you a clue.”

  “I’m just saying that you have an in with Wright Construction. You’re dating the CEO. You could talk to them for us.”

  “No.”

  “Why are you being so obstinate abo
ut this?”

  “If you want a lower price, then go with Jim Hogan Construction, Escoe Industrial, FX Contractors. There are a million options out there, but you and I both know that Wright is the best. They’re local, the highest quality, and the hardest workers by far. So, don’t ask me to do something I’m not comfortable with. Just figure it out without me.”

  I grabbed my suit jacket off my chair and left the office. My mind was reeling. I probably should have stayed for the last half hour of the day, but I needed to clear my head. I couldn’t stand there and talk to her about all this shit another minute. She hadn’t wanted to bring it up, which meant she knew that I wasn’t going to be happy that she was fucking bringing it up.

  I didn’t even know how she had found out about me and Morgan so fast. We’d only been out to the world for a total of three days, and suddenly, even my boss knew that I was dating Morgan Wright.

  I’d been stupid happy all weekend with Morgan, and now, I was dealing with this. All I wanted to do was go talk to her, but she really didn’t need more shit on her plate.

  Ready to take out my frustration on the first person who looked at me wrong, I headed to the gym. I always kept my bag in the back of my truck for occasions like this when I didn’t get in my typical morning workout. I usually went with Austin. That, at least, hadn’t changed. But, today, I didn’t want to see anyone I knew. I wanted to vent into the weight room.

  I stripped out of the workday suit and into running shorts and a Dri-FIT T-shirt. I grabbed gloves out of my bag before heading into the room. The gym was already filling up with the afternoon crowd. People who came in to get their workout in after work were usually the ones who weren’t morning people. I went through a quick warm-up and then started with free weights.

  I’d thought that this would make me feel better. Less angry at my boss for trying to use my relationship with Morgan to get ahead. But I wasn’t feeling less angry. If anything, I was feeling more so. With each bicep curl, I got more pissed at the situation I’d found myself in.

  Had I only been recruited to the position because of my friendship with the Wrights? Because I’d worked for the company for that long? Did everything in my life revolve around the Wright family?

  I loved them. They were great people. Austin was my best friend. Landon was a close second. Jensen had gotten me out of more than one bind. Morgan was my new girlfriend. Sutton was like a baby sister. But, Jesus Christ, my entire life sometimes felt overshadowed by their greatness.

  Sure, they were Texas royalty here in Lubbock. Sure, they had a Fortune 500 company. Sure, they were a landmark family in the community. But I wasn’t chump change. I was something outside of the Wrights.

  Fuck, I knew this wasn’t the main issue. I was taking out my own irritation on the fact that it was associated with the Wrights. The real issue was being taken advantage of. As if it was an appropriate thing to do to try to convince me to use my friendship to help my boss get ahead.

  I moved to the bench press, and one of the gym employees moved in to spot me. I’d seen him around, and I probably knew his name if I thought about it. But I wasn’t really in the mood to be the friendly guy I normally was.

  The thing I hated the most was that I should be able to take this to Morgan. That was what a relationship was for, right? But it was dumb. She was the CEO. She didn’t need to be dealing with my petty squabbles with my boss. She had enough to deal with as it was. Plus, I was pretty sure I’d made my position about this clear to Bailey. There was no way I was going to use my relationship to further her agenda.

  I’d never even had a real relationship before, and I knew that was against the rules.

  I felt really alone with this. If I told Austin, he’d take it to Morgan. She’d wonder why I hadn’t told her first. An unexpected downside of dating your best friend’s little sister. If you could even consider there being a downside where Morgan was concerned.

  I eased the bar back into place and sat up, dripping sweat.

  “Good work today, Patrick!” the employee said behind me.

  “Thanks,” I said with a half-grin.

  “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

  I toweled off. “What’s that?”

  “Is it true that you’re dating Morgan Wright?”

  “Wow. Good news really does travel fast.”

  “So, yes?”

  “Yeah, we’re dating.”

  “Man, what’s that like? She’s so uptight and brainy.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “You’re saying that about my girlfriend.”

  The guy raised his hands. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just didn’t think she was your type of girl. What does Austin think?”

  “First, there’s nothing wrong with Morgan being a strong, successful woman. If you think that makes her uptight and brainy, as if brainy is a bad thing, then you don’t know her. And, second, I don’t think I really had a type of girl before Morgan. And Austin’s cool with it. Thanks for asking.”

  I started to walk away, and I could hear the guy trying to apologize. But, really, even though he’d been nosy and kind of a dick, my reaction had been heightened by my current anger. I was a ticking time bomb.

  I finished my workout in the weight room and then ran a couple of miles on the treadmill. I was worn out by the end of it. The last mile really did me in. Finally, I was able to stop thinking so much. This newfound aggression was something I was not used to. I was usually a laid-back kind of guy. The one who didn’t have a care in the world.

  But, when it came to Morgan, everything was different. She had turned my world upside down. Brought meaning in my life that I hadn’t even known I was lacking. I had been waiting my whole life for Morgan, and I hadn’t even known it.

  Twenty-Five

  Patrick

  When I left the gym, the sky was already dark. I texted Morgan to let her know I was leaving. It wasn’t strange that I hadn’t heard from her since lunch. I doubted she’d actually eaten lunch when she texted me. She didn’t normally get out of work for another hour or two, if I was that lucky. So, I had some time to kill.

  I was glad that I’d taken a shower at the gym, but, fuck, I was already feeling drained. I wanted a beer and some comfort food before passing out. Wake up and deal with the aftermath of that conversation with my boss tomorrow.

  As I pulled up, I noticed a black Mercedes parked in front of my house. “What the hell?”

  I parked my truck in the garage and then hurried outside. And there she was. Morgan was sitting in her car in the dark with her head on the steering wheel. I knocked on the window, and she jumped nearly out of her skin. She rolled down the window.

  “You scared the shit out of me!” she cried over the sound of rap music blasting through the speakers.

  “What are you listening to?”

  “‘Hypnotize.’”

  “Yeah, I know. I mean…since when do you listen to The Notorious B.I.G.?”

  “Don’t dis one of the masters.”

  I held my hands up. “You are an enigma wrapped in a mystery.”

  She turned down the music as it changed to “Big Poppa.” “You’ll have to accept that there will always be something more for you to learn about me.”

  “I look forward to that.”

  She smiled brilliantly before hopping out of her car.

  “To what do I owe the pleasure of you leaving work this early?”

  Her smile disappeared. “Ugh, Jensen. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

  “Come inside. I’ll cook us dinner.”

  I didn’t really want to talk to her about my day either. And it was clear by the look on her face that she really didn’t need to know.

  “That would be great,” she said with a relieved sigh.

  I changed out of my suit for the third time today and into sweats. Morgan had stashed clothes here since she came over so often late at night and didn’t want to go home. I got distracted as she stripped out of her suit.

  “Why don’t
we stop right there?” I suggested when she was down to her bra and thong.

  “Because you’re all the way across the room.” She teased her bra strap down and bit her lip.

  Fuck, I could just devour her.

  “Is that an invitation?”

  “Most you’re going to get.”

  I strode across the room and tugged her against me. Our mouths collided, and all the frustration bottled up in us came loose at the seams. Whatever I hadn’t been able to unravel at the gym was pushed into that kiss. That maybe this moment here with her would help. I shoved her back into the footboard, and she toppled backward onto the bed with an irresistible giggle.

  “Come here,” she said, hooking her finger at me.

  My eyes roamed her body. Everything about her was seductive as fuck. And it would be so easy to forget myself in her. But it also wasn’t exactly healthy. It was the kind of behavior I’d indulged in before Morgan. I wanted to have sex with her. Shit, I wanted to fuck her into next Tuesday, but I didn’t want to do it to forget. I didn’t want her to do it to forget either.

  I crawled on the bed toward her. She smiled coyly up at me, but I just pulled her against my chest.

  “You don’t want to?” she asked, surprised.

  “Oh, I do.”

  “Then, why…”

  “For one, you haven’t eaten today.”

  “What’s your obsession with food?”

  “And, two, when I fuck you, I want to be the only thing on your mind.”

  She huffed. “I can multitask.”

  I brushed my lips against her ear. “When you multitask, I want it to be because you’re fucking me and screaming my name at the same time.”

  “Patrick,” she gasped, sitting up and glaring at me. “You say those things and then don’t fuck me?”

  “I’m going to fuck you, Mor,” I promised. “But after I take care of you first.”

  She flopped back on the bed. “So unfair.”

  I laughed gruffly and then slid down between her legs. I grabbed a knee and moved it to my shoulder as I kissed my way up her leg. I trailed my fingers down her sensitive inner thigh, and my lips followed, stopping just before the apex and then moving up the other leg. She writhed her hips, aching for me to move back to where she wanted.