The Wright Secret Read online

  “Well, I never knew about it.”

  “Yeah,” Steph said with big eyes. “Sorry. I was kind of ashamed at the time. I own my sexuality now and don’t regret what happened. But, well…I was eighteen and stupid.”

  “Yeah. I can see why you didn’t tell me. Especially because Patrick said he flipped out. When it happened, how bad was it between Patrick and Austin?”

  Steph blew out a long breath. “Bad. It was right after their senior year of college, so Austin went on that internship in LA. I think that might have been why you didn’t notice when the worst of it happened. And then Patrick didn’t start with Wright right out of college because of it.”

  “Really?” I gasped. “I knew he took a year and worked for a competitor, but I didn’t realize it was because of you and Austin. I feel like my world is upside down.”

  “Well, the whole thing was stupid.” Steph rolled her eyes. “Are you asking because you haven’t told Austin?”

  “We haven’t told anyone. Just you, Thomas, and accidentally Emery. I feel like we’re past the point of hiding. I don’t want to be his dirty little secret. I want to be his girlfriend.”

  Steph bit her lip. “You do know that Patrick doesn’t really do labels on relationships.”

  “Trust me, I’m well aware.”

  “He seems different with you.”

  “You’re just saying that because I’m your friend.”

  Steph shook her head. “No, really. It’s like, when you’re in the room, he’s attuned to your presence. The world revolves around you, and he shifts to fit back into axis.”

  “Song lyrics, Steph,” I said to deflect from what she’d just said.

  Did Patrick really orient himself around me? Was he that different with me? Obviously, we weren’t having sex yet. As much as it irritated me, I knew it was a good sign for him. For someone who rushed into everything, he cared about me and respected me enough to see where this was really going. But it was hard to believe that my life fit into the lyrics of one of Steph’s songs. That Patrick really was that into me.

  And yet, when I glanced off at him in the living room, it was like he could feel me looking at him. He turned around, caught my eye, and winked before going back to his game.

  Steph’s face said, I told you so.

  I didn’t contradict her.

  We had a lazy Saturday morning in the city with Steph and Thomas, enjoying brunch at one of their favorite restaurants and a quick tour of the city. Then, Patrick borrowed Thomas’s car and drove us out of town. The Napa countryside was stunning as we meandered through the hillside and out to a vineyard.

  After we valeted the car, Patrick pulled me close and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was nice to be here together like this. Neither of us was worried about my pesky brothers interfering. No work to take over my time. It was glorious. In fact, it was probably the best weekend I’d had in a long time.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Patrick asked.

  “I’m glad that we did this.”

  “So am I. Truthfully, I thought it would be harder to convince you to leave.”

  “Someone told me I needed to lighten up and live a little. I’m not even thirty,” I said with a grin.

  “Whoever said that must be really smart.”

  I snorted. “You enjoy complimenting yourself?”

  “All the time.”

  “Of course you do.”

  “I’m a confident guy,” he said with an easy shrug. “Come on. Let’s go find the wine tasting.”

  “I’m going to get so drunk.”

  “No, you won’t. I’ll make sure you drink water and eat plenty of food. I bet there’s pasta. There’s always pasta.”

  “Or pizza.”

  “Mmm, pizza.” He reached down and entwined our fingers together. “You’re a woman after my own heart.”

  Staring up into his face and knowing that smile and that adoration was all for me made me fall all over again. I’d thought that what I’d felt for Patrick all those years was more than a crush. But it had been nothing compared to this. Not when I knew that this was real.

  I followed Patrick down through the vineyard and to the indoor tasting bar. The room was crowded with people trying to escape the winter chill, but we found a spot at the bar and listened to the man as he poured sips. He was knowledgeable and charming. By the end of our session, we were going home with an entire box of red wine.

  Both of us were giddy and a little tipsy from all the different pours. He had his arm around my shoulders as we walked back through the crisp weather and into the main arm of the vineyard. The place was massive with a hotel, spa, and fine dining attached. We found a pizza place and indulged.

  I was in date heaven as evening approached. I hated that we’d have to go back to the city. I was a hundred percent not ready for that.

  “Do you think we should head out soon?” I asked.

  “Nope. I have something else planned.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “When did you have time to plan anything?”

  “Last night while you were pretending not to work but were working.”

  “I…” I trailed off.

  “Yes?” he asked coyly.

  “I might have been working.”

  “That’s what I thought.”

  “I was just checking emails.”

  “I don’t care that you were working,” he said, kissing my nose. “That’s what you do. And I planned this while you were doing your thing. Come on.”

  Patrick walked us to the elevator and up to the top floor of the hotel. He slid the key card into the door. It opened up to a stunning suite overlooking the setting sun on the vineyard.

  “Wow,” I whispered, walking through the luxurious room and out to the balcony. “The view is breathtaking.”

  “Yes, you are,” he said.

  I turned back to face him with the hint of a blush on my cheeks. How long had I dreamed he’d see me that way? It was hard to imagine that my dreams were really becoming reality. That we were really standing here, in a swanky hotel room in Napa, as a couple.

  “You seem surprised.”

  “Not surprised. Shocked. How long have we known each other, Patrick? I never thought you saw me that way.”

  “I didn’t. Or I guess I chose not to,” he corrected. He stepped up to where I was standing and drew me closer. “I think a part of me always recognized how amazing you were. It was just easier not to look too far into it. Easier not to rock the boat, you know?”

  I chewed on my bottom lip. “I kind of have a confession.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You said you never saw me that way. I was always just your best friend’s little sister. But, to me, you were so much more than my brother’s best friend.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “I’ve always liked you, Patrick,” I whispered, releasing the secret I’d been holding in for so long. “Always.”

  “Like…how long is always?”

  “You remember that time you and Austin came back to the house your freshman year of college?”

  “We came back a bunch.”

  “The first time. It was homecoming at the high school. I had made the varsity cheerleading team my freshman year of high school. You and Austin showed up at the house, all big and bad college boys. And I stood there, in the hallway, in a skimpy cheerleading outfit. You turned around when I walked in the room. I think maybe you were going to say hi, but instead, you just stared at me.”

  Patrick nodded. “I, uh, yeah. I remember that now.”

  “Something changed about you. I’ve been a goner ever since.”

  “Just from that one look?”

  “Well, that look started it, but it was everything about you. How easygoing you were and how well you fit into our family and the way you made me laugh.”

  “That was the day I decided I could never pursue you, you know?”

  “What?” I gasped.

  “Yeah. The thoughts I was having about a
fifteen-year-old high school student when I was eighteen and in college were…obscene. I knew Austin would kill me. So, I just…stopped seeing you. I forced myself not to even consider it. Then, after what happened with Steph…well, you know.”

  All this time, Patrick and I had had our moment. Our one perfect moment. It had taken us a dozen years for it to happen again.

  Seventeen

  Patrick

  “Well, you see me now,” Morgan said. She looked up at me through sultry hooded eyes that said all the dirty thoughts I’d once had could come to fruition.

  Here I’d been all this time, trying not to look at her. Trying to avoid seeing her as anything more than Austin’s little sister. It turned out that I’d missed all the signs by burying my head in the sand.

  “I see you. All of you,” I said. I tugged her closer and drew her lips to mine. “I see you and feel you and want you.”

  “Mmm,” she agreed.

  “I want all of you.”

  “You already have all of me,” she whispered.

  And I could feel that truth in her statement in every kiss and every touch and every breath. Morgan Wright was mine.

  “I have most of you,” I said, working my way down the buttons on the front of her peacoat.

  “Just most?” she whispered.

  I slipped the jacket off her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet. Then, I pulled her shirt over her head.

  “You’ll know when I have all of you, Morgan. You’ll be able to feel it.”

  I ran my hands up to the cusp of her bra. I flicked my finger against her nipple, and she shook at the feel of me.

  “You’ll be able to taste it.”

  Our lips collided once more as I deftly popped her bra off. My tongue was slow and luxurious against hers. She was practically shaking with my ministrations.

  “You’ll feel when not just our bodies connect, but our souls. Then, I’ll have all of you and not before then.”

  She gasped. “Who knew you were such a romantic?”

  “It’s different with you,” I told her as I walked her backward toward the bedroom.

  She stumbled, and I caught her in my arms, whisked her off her feet, and gingerly deposited her on the bed.

  “Different how?”

  “I don’t know. This is all new to me. I’ve never really been into someone like you before. Or really…interested in a relationship at all. But, when I’m with you, I feel like I’m my best possible self.”

  I popped the button on her jeans and peeled the skintight pair off her legs. She was staring at me, mesmerized and possibly…shocked.

  “You seem surprised,” I said.

  She crawled back across the bed to me. Her beautiful tits and round ass were wonderfully on display. Her dark hair fanned in front of her face. Her lips and eyes screamed seduction. She moved onto her knees and slowly and methodically undid each of the buttons on my shirt. Then, she ran her nails across my shoulders as she pushed it off me.

  “I thought you always thought of me as just a kid sister.”

  “I certainly don’t see you like that now.”

  “That’s a relief,” she said with a smirk as her hands trailed my biceps. “This might have been awkward.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “You’re ridiculous. Come here.”

  Then, I brandished a kiss like a weapon. I had every intention of finally tasting every inch of her skin. She wasn’t completely mine yet. I’d waited. I’d been patient. I’d known that I couldn’t treat her just like anyone else. She wasn’t like anyone else. When we finally came together, I wanted it to be the right moment. I wanted it to mean something.

  My hands moved to her waist as I dropped my mouth over her nipple. I bit and sucked and licked one and then the other until she was writhing beneath me. She was begging me for more and begging me to stop. And I just loved the sound of her begging.

  I dropped to my knees on the floor at the edge of the bed and slowly dragged her thong off, baring her before me. I ran my fingers up the inside of her legs until she quivered. She moved her legs to my shoulders as I reached the apex of her thighs. I opened her pussy up to me and then slid a finger down into her. She was already soaking wet and moaned at the slightest movement.

  “Patrick, please,” she groaned.

  “No rushing,” I said. “I want you to feel everything.”

  I lowered my lips to her clit and indulgently circled my tongue across the sensitive nub. Her hips came off the bed. I used a free hand to hold her down as I worked her into a frenzy.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” she moaned over and over and over again.

  My cock ached in my pants as I brought this gorgeous woman to the highest heights. Seeing how she reacted—every moan, gasp, twitch, and shake—made me just want to bury myself in her. I needed it like a man lost in the desert needed water. With the way she came undone on my face, it didn’t even feel like an exaggeration.

  She came up onto her elbows to look down at me. She had a happy, sated look on her face. My own little sex kitten.

  Then, she crumpled backward onto the bed. I rose to my feet and watched her moments of perfect bliss. She raised her hands over her head, curled her toes, and laughed my favorite short, breathy thing that went straight to my balls.

  I unbuckled my belt and shucked my jeans into a heap on the floor. Her eyes rounded at the sight of me through my boxers.

  “My turn,” she said. Her lips curled into a naughty smile.

  “You don’t have to reciprocate.”

  She arched an eyebrow as she sat up and moved to the end of the bed. “What happened to feeling all of you?”

  I thought about arguing with her because I wanted to be fucking inside her right now. But she dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor without hesitation and knelt, eye-level with my cock. I pretty much lost all coherent thought at that point.

  Her fingers ran along the edge of my boxers, and my dick twitched in response. She responded by yanking them off me and taking my cock in her hand. It looked enormous with her little hand, but, fuck, she knew what to do with it. She experimentally stroked me up and down before lapping her tongue across the tip.

  “Fuck,” I moaned like a prayer.

  She smirked at me, as if she knew exactly how to torment me in the best way. Then, she opened her mouth and took me into her. I closed my eyes to keep from thrusting forward. I didn’t want to deep-throat her on accident, and yet I wanted to feel all of that warm, wet sucking all the way down to my balls.

  She began bobbing her head on my cock. Down, down, down and then all the way back to the tip. Her mouth made a little pop sound as my cock came out of her mouth. I had to hold back from coming all over her face.

  She took me back in her mouth, and I moaned at the long strokes she was taking. She hummed in approval. The vibrations made me shudder.

  I ran my fingers through her hair. “Mor, I’m going to come.”

  “Mmm?” she mumbled, glancing up at me with innocent, big eyes. Though we both knew there was nothing innocent about what she was doing.

  “Oh, fuck,” I said.

  I jerked against her mouth, but she didn’t stop. She seemed to have no intention of stopping. She was in control. A hundred fifty percent in control. This was Morgan Wright, who was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company and could take on the world. Right now, she was taking on my cock and winning.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body convulsed, and then I shot cum right into her mouth until I was wholly spent. I leaned heavily against the bed as I watched her swallow.

  Fuck, oh, fuck, it was a beautiful thing.

  She wiped her mouth and shot me a confident smile as she pushed me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

  “You’re magnificent,” I told her as I stroked her hair out of her face.

  She blushed, but she didn’t disagree. She was this glorious duality of a woman. Strong, fierce, independent, and loyal, but at the same time, there were cracks in her exterior that
showed me her fears, doubts, and flaws. And it was seeing her in these moments of vulnerability that made me realize I adored the entire package.

  Without her fears, she would have nothing to overcome. Without her doubts, she would have nothing to conquer. Without her flaws, she would be fake. Because no one was perfect. Her strengths and her weaknesses made her the person she was, and I didn’t want her any other way. She was simply perfect for me.

  I reached between our bodies and stroked her clit. Her body shook, but she didn’t try to stop me. She just wrapped her hand around my dick and matched my pace. She stared down into my eyes, and I finally saw everything she had told me earlier. She really had liked me for a long time. And this here really was our moment.

  My cock lengthened fully again at her touch. She released me and then angled her body over mine. I felt the warmth of her touch the tip of my cock. I wanted to pump up into her, but I paused.

  “We should get a condom,” I told her.

  I flipped her over onto her back, and she gasped. I hopped off the bed and found a condom in my discarded jeans.

  “I’m on the pill,” she told me.

  “Let’s be doubly safe.”

  She nodded as I ripped the wrapper open and rolled the condom on. Then, I moved back onto the bed and positioned myself above her.

  “You’re sure?” I asked.

  “I’ve always been sure about you.”

  Our lips locked as I thrust into her. She was so wet, and I slipped all the way into her without resistance. She tightened all around me. My head fell into the crook of her shoulder, and I grunted something inaudible.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. “You…”

  “Yeah. Fuck.”

  Her pussy clasped around my cock and held on for dear life. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Our bodies were intertwined, her heart beating a crescendo against my chest, and something seemed to shift ever so slightly. Like everything was suddenly right with the world.

  I started moving inside her, picking up tempo. She matched my pace with her own movements. Our bodies slapped together. My hips pressed against her own. I filled her over and over again.