LOGINChapter 2: The Hangar That Closed the DistanceThe divert strip was a single runway and a row of aging hangars on the edge of nowhere.Kane put the Cessna down clean, taxied to the last bay, and shut everything down with the same controlled efficiency he’d shown in the air. Rain had already started—thin, cold, the leading edge of the front that had forced us down. By the time we chocked the wheels and secured the tiedowns my shirt was damp and my cock was still half-hard from the entire descent.The hangar apartment sat above the bay, accessed by a metal staircase that rang under our boots. One room. Kitchenette. Bathroom. A single bed pushed against the wall under a rain-streaked window. Kane locked the door behind us, dropped his flight bag, and turned to face me.“Still hard,” he said. Not a question.“No shit.”He stepped closer. The scent of him—aviation fuel, rain, clean skin—filled the small space. My pulse hammered. Kane reached out, hooked two fingers in the front of my belt,
Chapter 1: The Flight That Should Have Stayed ProfessionalI never liked small planes.The charter was a necessity, not a choice. The regional commercial flights had cancelled two days in a row because of weather further north, and the client meeting in the coastal city couldn’t be moved again. My assistant found a private pilot with an open slot and a four-seater that could get me there before the next front closed the airspace. I paid the premium without arguing. Time mattered more than comfort.I told myself it would be ninety minutes of turbulence and then a rental car to the hotel.Then I walked across the tarmac and saw him.The pilot stood near the open door of the Cessna, clipboard in one hand, headset looped around his neck. Tall. Broad through the shoulders in a way that made the dark flight jacket fit like it had been broken in just for him. Short dark hair, a sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and pale blue eyes that tracked me from the moment I stepped out of the terminal.
Chapter 4: The Night Before the Altar The rehearsal ran long. Alex kept forgetting the order of the processional. Sarah’s maid of honor cried twice. The officiant had opinions about the wording of the vows. I stood where I was told, smiled when the photographer tested angles, and tried not to notice how every time Julian moved—adjusting a chair, answering a question, simply standing with his hands in his pockets—my body reacted like it had memorized him. By the time the coordinator called it for the night, my cock was half-hard again inside my dress pants and the ache was back, sharper than it had been that afternoon. Julian caught my eye across the decorated living room as people started drifting toward cars for the rehearsal dinner. He didn’t smile. He just held my gaze for a second longer than necessary, then looked toward the stairs. I understood. I made an excuse about needing to change and took the steps two at a time. My guest room door was barely closed behind me when his
Chapter 3: The Night the Hallway Wasn’t Wide Enough The welcome dinner was a special kind of torture. Alex and Sarah arrived glowing and exhausted from the flight. The rest of the wedding party filtered in—bridesmaids, groomsmen, a couple of cousins. I smiled when I was supposed to. I shook hands. I laughed at the right moments. And every time Julian moved through the room—pouring wine, answering a question, simply existing in that black henley—my body reacted like it had been trained overnight. Pulse jumping. Skin tightening. Cock thickening against my jeans until I had to angle myself behind the kitchen island just to hide it. Julian noticed. He always noticed. He didn’t say anything during dinner. He didn’t need to. Every time our eyes met across the table the memory of his fist around my cock flared hot and immediate. By the time the plates were cleared and people started drifting toward the living room with drinks, I was hard enough that sitting still had become a concentrat
His Groom’s BrotherChapter 2: The Afternoon the Door Stayed ClosedI closed the door.The soft click sounded final in the quiet guest room. Julian still stood close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. His fingers remained lightly against the side of my neck, thumb resting over the pulse that refused to slow down. My cock strained against my jeans so hard it bordered on pain.“Still claiming this is just a long drive?” he asked quietly.“I don’t know what the fuck this is.”“Honest. That’s a start.” He let his hand slide down from my neck, over my chest, and settled it firmly over the hard ridge in my jeans. The pressure dragged a rough sound out of my throat. Julian stroked me once through the denim, slow and deliberate, and my hips pushed into his palm without permission. “You’ve been like this since the driveway. Every time I got close. Every time you looked at my mouth. I’m not interested in making the next seven days miserable for either of us. So we’re going t
His Groom’s BrotherChapter 1: The Week That Should Have Stayed SimpleI never wanted to be best man.Alex asked me the night he proposed to Sarah, half-drunk and grinning like the world had finally made sense. I’d said yes because that’s what you do when your oldest friend looks at you like that. Three years of friendship, two failed relationships of my own, and one very clear understanding that I was the reliable one—the straight one, the one who showed up on time and didn’t make things complicated.The wedding was in a private coastal house two hours up the shore. Seven days of rehearsals, dinners, and forced proximity before the ceremony. I drove up on a Thursday afternoon with a duffel bag and the quiet hope that I could keep my head down, give a decent toast, and leave without anything catching fire.Then I met his brother.Julian Shaw was already there when I pulled into the gravel drive. Tall. Broad through the shoulders in a way that made the simple black henley look expensiv
Chapter 3: Cabin Fever The family cabin loomed ahead like a trap wrapped in pine trees and fresh snow. Mom and Dad had insisted on the weekend getaway to bond us all together, but they bailed at the last minute with some excuse about a work emergency back in the city. Convenient. Or maybe suspicio
Chapter 2: Bound by the Secret The flash from Damien’s phone burned behind my eyelids long after he lowered the device. My knees still ached against the basement carpet, my lips felt swollen and raw, and the taste of him lingered on my tongue like a brand I could not wash away. I stared up at him,
Chapter 1: Caught in the Dark I never thought I would see my stepbrother like this. The house was supposed to be empty. Mom and Dad had left for their anniversary weekend, and I had planned to spend the night buried in my books, finally getting some peace from Damien’s constant noise. Hockey prac
Chapter 1: Caught in the ActThe bass from Jordan’s speakers thumped through the walls as I slipped out of his room, heart hammering like a damn traitor. The party downstairs was still raging—cheap beer, shitty EDM, and too many people crammed into his parents’ living room. But I wasn’t going back

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