Hazard - Just a Bit Wrecked

Just a Bit Wrecked

Straight Guys Book 11

Alessandra Hazard

The Straight Guys series:

Xavier and Sage: Straight Boy: A Short Story (Book #0.5)

Derek and Shawn: Just a Bit Twisted (Book #1)

Alexander and Christian: Just a Bit Obsessed (Book #2)

Jared and Gabriel: Just a Bit Unhealthy (Book #3)

Zach and Tristan: Just a Bit Wrong (Book #4)

Ryan and James: Just a Bit Confusing (Book #5)

Roman and Luke: Just a Bit Ruthless (Book #6)

Vlad and Sebastian: Just a Bit Wicked (Book #7)

Dominic and Sam: Just a Bit Shameless (Book #8)

Nick and Tyler: Just a Bit Gay (Book #9)

Ian and Miles: Just a Bit Dirty (Book #10)

Copyright 2020 Alessandra Hazard

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and events are the product of the authors imagination.

This book contains explicit sex and graphic language.

Part I

Chapter 1

Stop staring at them, honey. Youre being terribly rude.

Andrew Reyes tore his gaze from the gay couple and looked at his wife. Vivian was frowning at him, disapproval plain on her kind face.

Andrew scowled. Whats rude is that theyre practically groping each other in front of us, he hissed. Its a public place. Its bad enough that we have to sit next to those people for hours, but we dont need to look at thatthat indecency.

Vivian chuckled, patting him on his arm. Indecency? You sound like a Victorian lady from some BBC period drama. Its the twenty-first century, Drew. Let them be.

Andrew glared at his wife, annoyed that she didnt share his annoyance. His gaze returned to the couple they were sharing the first-class cabin with, and he scowled again.

The older man, the one with dark hair and chocolate-brown eyes, was leaned back in his seat, his posture lazy and indulgent. The top two buttons of his blue shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a hint of his muscular chest.

The other guy, a redhead, was practically in his lap, kissing the mans tan neck. Andrew couldnt see his left hand, but he was pretty sure it was under the dark-haired mans shirt. It was absolutely disgusting.

Stop gawking at them, Andrew, Vivian whispered exasperatedly.

Andrew barely heard her. His gaze followed the redheads right hand as it trailed down the other mans muscular torso, over his abs, to his belt

Gross, Andrew said, snapping his gaze upward.

Brown eyes locked with his. Their owner raised his eyebrows, staring him down.

Andrew glared at him, his face warm. He felt embarrassed, as if it were him who had been caught behaving shamelessly in a public place.

Tom, move to your own seat, the man said, pushing the redhead away gently. We wouldnt want to offend anyones sensibilities.

The redheadTom, apparentlywhined. Come on, Logan, just ignore the bigot, he grumbled, kissing him on the jaw. Hes been gawking at us since the airport.

Logan glanced at Andrew. I know.

Flushing, Andrew looked away and glowered at the clouds outside the window.

Vivian cleared her throat. I apologize for my husband, she said. Andrew didnt mean any offense.

Im sure he didnt, Logan said, his voice very dry.

No, really, Vivian said. Hes not bigoted. My brother is gay, too, and Andrew gets along with him just fine.

Andrew smiled a little, feeling a rush of fondness. Vivian was ever the peacemaker, but that was an exaggeration even by her standards. He did get along with his brother-in-law, Derek Rutledgeif by getting along one meant that they tolerated each other for the good of the company and for the sake of Vivian. They barely spoke to each other if it didnt concern Rutledge Enterprises, and Andrew talked to Dereks husband even less. He couldnt stand them, and it had nothing to do with him being bigoted. They had simply stolen everything he had worked for since he was twenty.

Sighing, Andrew reclined his seat back, closed his eyes, and tried to fall asleep. Sleep would help him pass the long flight from Tahiti back to the US, and it had the added benefit of preventing him from having to look at those people for hours. It had been a relaxing week, just the two of them in the beachside cabin they were staying in, but he felt so annoyed and tense now that he doubted hed be able to fall asleep.

He must have managed to do it, because the next thing he knew, he was startled awake by a violent jolt.

For a moment, Andrew was disoriented, unsure where he was and what was happening.

Right. The plane.

The plane shuddered, again and again. They seemed to be caught in a thunderstorm, the clouds outside the window very dark, with lightning striking around them with alarming frequency.

The intercom chimed, followed by a tight female voice requesting all passengers to put their seats in the upright position and buckle down.

Doing as he was told, Andrew looked at Vivian in the seat next to him. She was very pale, her fingers gripping the armrest hard.

Hey, its normal, he said with a reassuring smile. Turbulence. Every flight experiences some. Lightning cant hurt the plane. He tried not to think about the exceptions to the rulethe few cases when planes had crashed or been ripped apart due to bad storms. Those cases were a statistical anomaly.

Vivian smiled back faintly and nodded.

A man raced past them in a hurry, some crew following him a few seconds later. Another bump in the air rattled the plane again, the trembles becoming more alarming. Someone in economy screamed.

Vivian reached out and grabbed his hand.

We arent crashing, dont be silly, Andrew said, squeezing it.

She didnt say anything, just looked at him with wide eyes full of terror.

Swallowing, Andrew took a deep breath. He knew he must remain calm for her sakeeven if he was nervous, too.

Its all right, honey, he said. It will be all right

The plane convulsed harder and then dropped , and shrieks of terror filled the plane. They were now descending at an unforgiving speed. Vivians hand clenched his so hard it was painful.

Biting the inside of his cheek, Andrew looked around the cabin, trying to distract himself from the fear on his wifes face.

His gaze locked with Logans. The other mans eyes were grim, but his expression was calm and resolute. He didnt look afraid. Unlike him, his redheaded lover was crying in his seat, gripping his seatbelt and muttering something under his breath.

Oxygen masks fell from their compartments, and Andrew numbly helped Vivian to put it on before grabbing his.

He breathed and held his wifes hand, trying to remain calm.

For the first time in years, Andrew prayed.

Chapter 2

Logan groaned, hauling himself upright. His vision faded in and out, his body aching all over. He forced himself to focus.

The first thing he saw was Toms body.

Logan didnt need to check Toms pulse to know that he was dead. There was a gaping wound in Toms head. Toms blue eyes were lifeless, still wide with fear.

Bile rose in his throat. He had known Tom for just a few days, but it was still incredibly unsettling to see the guy hed been kissing a few hours ago dead. Christ, Tom hadnt even been twenty-five yet.

Tearing his gaze away, Logan looked around. They were not losing altitude; that much was obvious. Theyd landed, then. Crashed. It was light enough to see by, which meant that it was still day, wherever theyd landed. He tried to calculate just where theyd come down, based on the flight time, but came up blank. Okay; not important.

His gaze finally fell on the guy across the aisle. The guyAndrew, if Logan remembered correctlywas crying, shaking his wife and begging her to wake up.