Just a Bit Obsessed (Straight Guys, #2)

by Alessandra Hazard

The guy was definitely good-looking. He was maybe an inch shy of six feet—about three inches shorter than Alexander. A surfer’s body, messy brown hair, big chocolate brown eyes, strong jaw that seemed at odds with full lips. Yes, he was good-looking, but truth be told, Alexander had expected someone more handsome. The guy was nothing special.

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.

The guy took the meaning of “tall, dark, and handsome” to a whole new level, and his dark-blue eyes were nothing short of stunning.

“What? Something bothering you, baby?”

“Don’t call me that,” Alexander grated out.

“What? Alec o...

“B...

“See, you’re doing it again.”

“Retreating behind the mask. Refusing to look at me. It’s like you’re scared to look at me.”

“Why should I be scared to look at you?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Actually, yes. I’m scared,” Alexander said. “I’m scared of looking at you because I might ...

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

Alexander lunged forward, crushing his lips with his own. Moaning, Christian grabbed his hair and kissed back, eager and needy, and Alexander kissed him deeper, shoving his tongue inside. The kiss was messy and carnal—tongues, teeth, breathless grunts and whimpers—and he couldn’t kiss him deep enough and hard enough. Nothing made sense—nothing but this: the most basic, physical want,

“Pretty good is pretty good, isn’t it?” he said instead and blew him a kiss.

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

“What?” Christian croaked out, licking his lips. They felt swollen.

Alexander stared down at him with a strange sort of hunger. “Let me come on you.”

He normally always said no when guys asked that—being covered in someone’s jizz wasn’t his idea of fun—but fuck, the way Alexander was looking at him… “Okay,” he whispered, squeezing his own cock.

“Something funny?”

“Nope. Nothing. Well, besides the fact that I just had a neat freak come all over me. I’m fucking gross, man—and you fucking enjoyed making me gross. You. Neat freak. Ha!”

“You’re so childish,” Alexander said, his lips curling into a reluctant smile. “Such a baby.”

To prove his maturity, Christian grinned and stuck his ...

Alexander shook his head before kissi...

He never looked at her that way when he fucked her. He was always in control of himself and his facial expressions. Always. But not with Christian.

It’s just sex, she told herself. Just sex. Alexander loved her; she was sure of that. He might be physically attracted to Christian, but he loved her, Mila. Christian was the one who left every evening; she was the one who stayed and shared Alexander’s bed. Alexander would never cheat on her or leave her—especially for a man. It was something she was absolutely sure of. Mila didn’t know the whole story, but she knew that Alexander’s father was a lying, cheating asshole who had broken his mother’s heart by constantly cheating on her with men. Alexander despised his father and everything he stood for. Alexander was loyal to a fault. She had nothing to worry about. Nothing. In a few weeks at most, Christian Ashford would be gone from their lives, and Alexander would be only hers again.

Christian was bound to get bored soon anyway. After all, everyone knew Christian was a player.

“We won’t see you again for a while, so Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you, too.”

“Don’t go.”

“You can’t go outside.”

“Your hair is wet,” he said, running his hand through Christian’s hair. His fingers brushed Christian’s ear. “It’s freezing outside.”

“I never get sick,” Christian said. He smiled, very brightly. “I really gotta go. Have a date with Skyrim tonight. Want to kick that dragon’s ass.”

“Skyrim is lame,” he said before walking a bit away to a cupboard and pulling out a towel. “The story is weak, and there are no meaningful choices in the game. Try Planescape: Torment if you want to play a real RPG.”

He returned to Christian and started drying his hair with the towel, looking cool and efficient. Like there was nothing strange about it. Lik...

He knew Alexander could be a very considerate guy when he wanted to be—Christian had seen him in “Perfect Boyfriend” mode too many times to count, and it always annoyed him—but this… Christian had to admit it felt… nice when he was on the receiving end of his attention. More than nice.

“Shut it, you hater,” Christian said with a forced chuckle, trying to act like this wasn’t making him feel weird at all. “I don’t play Skyrim for the story. I play it because it’s pretty and fun, and I can go anywhere I want! Besides, it has some really cool mods.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Like Animated Prostitution. You can have sex with anyone!”

“Why am I not surprised,” he murmured, his strong fingers massaging his scalp as he continu...

Christian tried not to lean into the touch; really, he tried. “I didn’t know you played videogame...

“Honey, can you help me with this ornament?”

Alexander didn’t move, still looking at him.

“Alexa...

Something flickered in Alexander’s eyes. “Yes,” he said. But he didn’t st...

“Right,” Christian said, turning to the door. “See you.” Alexander’s hand grabbed his arm. Christian inhaled shakily, his heart thudding in his throat. “What?” he said, without turning around.

Alexander’s warm breath brushed against his ear. “Merry Christmas.”

Christian exhaled and whispered, “Merry Christmas.” The hand on his arm lingered for a moment before it was gone. Christian open ...

He felt cold to his bones. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered and laughed, the sound sharp and brittle.

Chocolate brown eyes and full lips were the first things he saw.

“I guess I’ll see you around.”

And then he was gone. Alexander stood very still, the room eerily quiet. Darker.