Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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I gaped at Tristen. My mouth was wide open like an idiot. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His face was inches away from mine. I stared into his blazing brown eyes, feeling his flaming hot breaths on my lips.
Oh, God. Is this really happening?
I didn't think I could control myself after seeing him naked in bed, but I somehow managed. However, this was too much for me. Tris was too close and too hot to resist. And this hot motherfucker just gave me permission to do anything I want with him.
Any-fucking-thing!
I was tempted to kiss him, but I stopped myself before I closed the tiny distance between us. My damn conscious was torturing me again. I was only asked to relieve him. I wasn't allowed to enjoy this. I wasn't supposed to kiss him. And it sure the hell wasn't okay to be this damn hard on top of him.
I lifted my crotch away from Tris—fearing that he might sense my erection—when, out of the blue, he ran a hand along my jawline.
"You look pretty handsome in this light," Tris said with dreamy eyes. "My handsome Wilder."
Alright. That's it. I can't take it anymore.
And that was the moment when horny Wilder took the wheel.
I grit my teeth as my hand reached behind Tristen's head, tugging at his brown fluffy hair. I pulled him to my mouth and kissed the crap out of him. A big fat strong kiss.
I ended the kiss by pulling him away, still holding him by his hair. I was rough. I was manly. I felt like a goddamn alpha male, finally getting a taste of something that has been forbidden for years.
Tris was taken aback by my kiss. He gasped as soon as our lips parted and he quickly covered his mouth with both hands. His large chocolate eyes stared at me with primal fear.
"What the fuck was that for?" His voice came out squeaky and muffled. "What do you think you're doing?"
His hand reached behind his head, trying to loosen my grip as I brought him near my face again.
"I'm gonna give you the best fucking night of your life," I said with a sneer and a deep threatening voice.
I grabbed his waist and pulled him away from the headboard before he even had a chance to register what was happening. I blushed at his cute frame sliding down, his arms stretched above his head, and his hair scattered above him from the surprising pull.
"Jesus Christ!" Tristen tried to crawl away, but I pinned his legs. "What's wrong with you?"
He raised himself on his elbows and watched me. I could tell he was scared. His chest moved fast up and down. His eyes were wild. His face was paling. However, I didn't stop. I couldn't. I was a man on a mission. A mission to save his best friend.
