Neurospicy H*es: I Didn’t Know I Was His Nephew When He Did Me in the Garage

ERIC

I met him at a funeral.

I left with his taste in my mouth and cum dripping down my thighs.

He didn’t know I was the stray his aunt took in for the summer.

Didn’t know I was neurospicy, unmedicated, and obsessed with chaos.

Didn’t know I’d crawl under his car with nothing on but a smile and a hard-on.

I make bad decisions. I like loud music, louder sex, and the loudest man in the room.

Carick doesn’t talk much. But he ruins me like I’m the only thing he’s never wanted to fix.

Too bad small towns have big mouths.

Too bad I want him anyway.

CARICK

He was supposed to be temporary.

A favor. A houseguest. A brat with a tongue too quick and shorts too short.

I’m wired too tight.

Neurospicy and nicotine-jawed.

I don’t do messy. Don’t do clingy. Don’t do sweet boys who mouth off and bend over in my garage like they know what I need.

Eric breaks every rule I never said out loud.

And I still let him in.

My bed. My truck. My fuckin’ soul.

This was supposed to be a secret.

Instead, he made me fall in love in front of the whole damn town.