Dirty Secrets

Copyright © 2023 by Tori Fox All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Editing/Proofreading by Ellie at My Brother’s Editor Cover Design by Dez Purington at Pretty In Ink Creations CONTENTS A note to readers… 1. Knox 2. Saylor 3. Knox 4. Saylor 5. Knox 6. Saylor 7. Saylor 8. Knox 9. Saylor 10. Knox 11. Saylor 12. Knox 13. Saylor 14. Knox 15. Saylor 16. Knox 17. Saylor 18. Knox 19. Saylor 20. Knox 21. Saylor 22. Saylor 23. Knox 24. Knox 25. Saylor Epilogue Up next… Also by Tori Fox Acknowledgments About the Author A NOTE TO READERS… This book does contain triggers that may be sensitive to some readers including: Rape Sexual assault/violence Domestic violence Self-harm Loss of a child Drug use 1 KNOX I sip on my whiskey as I watch the crowd below. I hate coming to these clubs. Too many memories and most of them are ones I don’t want to relive. But Wilder is scoping out a new plaything. We had one girl here in New Orleans, but she moved to LA. And not many girls like sharing the way we do. The funny thing is it helps me keep my head on straight. So I don’t fall down a rabbit hole and catch feelings. Because feelings destroy everyone and everything that gets stuck in their path. “You look like a grumpy old man,” Wilder says as he slides into the seat across from me. I ignore his comment and finish off my drink. “Seriously, man. I feel like I need to check you into a retirement home.” I glance up at him. “I’m only two years older than you.” “Great. In two years, I’ll move into the room across from yours. You think we can get some old women there?” I laugh, thinking of a story Saylor told me about their grandma. “I heard all the old women get around there.” Wilder sticks his bottom lip out as he nods. “Well, shit, maybe we are scoping out women at the wrong place.” I shake my head at him and chuckle. “I don’t think they could handle us.” Wilder grabs his dick through his pants. “Surely not.” I lean back in the leather booth and rest my arm along the back. “So any luck?” Wilder nods his head as he smirks. “Took a while. No thanks to you.” I shrug. “You know I hate coming here. And when it’s both of us, it’s too easy to be recognized.” “True. This girl knows who we are. But she also said we can do whatever we want to her.” I raise a brow at him. “No limits?” He grins at me deviously. “No limits.” “Well then.” I set my glass down as I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees. I’ve always had a penchant for kink. And tend to lean more dominant. Even when Wilder and I share, I control the scene. I’ve always liked control. Maybe it was the shitty childhood I had where I never seemed in control. Or maybe it was Maggie. She always pushed me to my limits out of the bedroom, so I pushed her to hers in the bedroom. Wilder tosses a hotel room key on the table. “See you in an hour.” I grab the key. “I’ll be there.” * * * I’m attaching the last of the straps to the bed when I hear the front door of the suite open, followed by a girl’s high-pitched giggles. I swear if he picked up some blond bimbo, I’m gonna punch him in the throat. The last time he did that, she didn’t follow any instructions, and I nearly lost my cool with her. After that, we made the decision to only have women we would see regularly when we wanted to play. Wilder still fucks other women on his own. But I wait for these moments. Maybe because I like the fact I control Wilder too. Asshole has been the bane of my existence for years. And I mean that only in the way a best friend could. We also only use hotel rooms the first night. I hate bringing my set up to a hotel, but at least it ensures us the woman is worthy of our time and being brought to either one of our homes. The girl stumbles into the bedroom when Wilder pushes her inside. “Knox Beckett,” she singsongs. I look past her shoulder at Wilder and he just shrugs. Remnants of lipstick are smeared on his mouth. I wonder just how far he went with this girl, either in the club or possibly on the way here. I clear my throat as the girl comes up to me, sliding her hands along my chest. “You are so—” “You better be able to follow instructions,” I command as I pull her hands away from me. She immediately goes silent and drops her head. Interesting. She must have been a sub before. “Get on your knees.” She drops to her knees, keeping her head down. I look up at Wilder and he mouths, “I told you” to me. I flip him off before walking backward and sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. Wilder walks out of the bedroom, and I hear the sound of ice being scooped out of the ice bin. “What’s your name?” I ask her. “Emma,” she answers softly. “And did Wilder go over the rules with you?” She nods meekly. “Good.” We have rules. Like not going to the press or tabloids about our encounters. There are pictures from clubs with me and Wilder with the same girl, but it’s never been leaked that we like to share. And we both like to keep it that way. “Now