Just a Bit Obsessed (Straight Guys, #2)

by Alessandra Hazard

Some people had a nice smile. Some people had a beautiful smile. And then there were a lucky few who had a smile like that guy did. It transformed Christian from just good-looking to stunning when he smiled.

Christian looked down at Mila before returning his eyes to Alexander. “It must feel really good. Your cock.”

“Don’t want a girl,” Christian’s murmured into his ear. “Want a man. Wanna be held down and fucked.”

“We’ll never manage to fuck if we keep kissing. Come on. Lube. And a condom.” “Here,” came a quiet voice. Christian turned his head and looked at Mila. She was lying on her side, watching them. Her pretty face was flushed. She pushed the lube and a condom to him.

Alexander stared at him for a moment before suddenly gripping his throat, leaning in and fitting their mouths together.

Christian yelped as he was yanked off the couch by a very angry-looking Alexander.

Alexander pulled off his coat and threw it on the coat stand. It slithered off and onto the floor.

😬

“When I saw you kissing him, I wanted to tear you limb from limb. I’m not exaggerating.” Seeing Jared’s expression, he let out a harsh laugh. “Yeah. It didn’t matter you’re my closest friend and cousin. This thing… it stripped me of all control. I felt like—like a man possessed. Like he’s mine. And no one but me can touch him. See, it’s obsession, not love.”

I’m just saying sometimes love isn’t pretty. It’s not neat, and it’s not textbook perfect. There’s no template for love. Sometimes it’s ugly. Sometimes it’s a bit creepy. And sometimes it hurts.”

A half-naked young guy padded down the stairs, yawning and stretching. He had slightly exotic features and dark blond hair. Emerald green eyes flickered to Alexander without much interest before the guy walked to the couch and flopped onto his belly, putting his head on Jared’s lap. “My neck hurts,” he said with a faint French accent.

The indulgent, long-suffering smile that was on Jared’s lips completely transformed his entire face. His eyes were warm, his expression full of naked adoration. It made Alexander distinctly uncomfortable. It felt like he was watching something very intimate. Something he wasn’t supposed to see.

“You sprained your ankle, not you neck. Alexander, allow me to introduce you to Gabriel DuVal, the most spoiled sportsman in the world.”

“My advice to you: fuck whatever issues you have. Don’t overthink it. Obsession, love—it doesn’t matter what you call it. They’re just words. If you look at him and think ‘this is mine,’ that’s it. Grab it if you can. I wish I could.”

Gabriel grabbed his arm. “Don’t you dare,” he growled, green eyes flashing. His expression transformed completely, something ruthless and ugly lurking in his gaze. “If you do that, I’ll make sure he’ll never talk to you again, got it? I can do that. If he has to choose, he’ll always pick me, not his cousin. He’s mine.”

i continue to love this brat

He had the potential to turn into a creepy stalker if Christian rejected him. Jesus. Christian had better not reject him.

Alexander finally sank his teeth into the flesh and sucked hard, wanting to leave a mark for everyone to see.

He trailed open-mouthed kisses upwards until he found that spot right underneath Christian’s jaw that made him shudder. He sucked hard, nearly delirious with want. “What the fuck did you do to me?” he whispered, licking there.

“Seriously, what did you do to me?” There was a great deal of resentment in his voice; he couldn’t hide it. “I feel—I’m a mess.”

If you look at him and think ‘this is mine,’ that’s it. Grab it if you can. So he did.