Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys, #7)

by Alessandra Hazard

Vlad gave a harsh chuckle. “I’m just calling a spade a spade. Or, in this case, a whore a whore.”

LMFAO maybe he is funny

Sebastian had never been so utterly, totally mad. Generally, he was kind of shit at being mad and staying mad. His sister always made fun of him when he got angry, saying that he looked like a puppy trying to look menacing before forgetting about it and wanting to play.

“Oh,” Luke’s voice said faintly.

“That’s none of my business,” Luke said, looking almost as embarrassed and uncomfortable as Sebastian felt. “I’ll go—”

I think he’s actually gay, but I doubt he’ll ever admit it. The more he wants you, the more he’ll hate you and blame you for that.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he heard himself mutter, kissing those lips again and again. He sounded drunk. He felt drunk.

Luke was positive Vlad and Sebastian were having an illicit affair. The thought made him giggle—it reminded him of those trashy romance novels he used to read—but “illicit affair” was a perfect expression to define whatever was going on between Vlad and Sebastian.

He thought of being able to call Sebastian his, of being able to spend as much time with Sebastian as he wanted, of being the only man to touch him, to kiss him, to fuck him. He liked the idea. He liked it very much.

Nuzzling into his cheek, Vlad dragged his mouth along Sebastian’s jaw and sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t be your friend. I don’t want to be your friend. I want more.”

Don’t let a past mistake or the fear of a future one ruin your life. Don’t let him win. Sebastian turned around to look at Vlad. Vlad met his gaze, his expression unguarded and open. Sebastian realized he wasn’t the only one who felt unsure and vulnerable. He put a hand on Vlad’s scruffy cheek and felt the tightness in his throat ease when Vlad leaned into the touch. Licking his lips, Sebastian took a leap of faith. “Then be more,” he whispered with a smile. Vlad’s blue eyes smiled.

They were happy, they were in love, they were standing in front of their friends and loved ones, committing to a lifetime together.

His uncle had been wrong. Rationally, Vlad had known that for a long time now, but it was the first time he knew it, felt it with every fiber of his being. Love was love. There was absolutely nothing wrong with loving someone of his own sex.

“I love you,” he said haltingly. Those three little words had been on the tip of his tongue so many times lately, but Vlad’s hang-ups had always prevented him from saying them. “I love you,” he said firmer when Sebastian’s eyes widened. “I’m in love with you.”

“In hindsight, I’m glad you slept with my girlfriend,” Vlad said, squeezing his fingers. “We should send Nina a thank you card.” Sebastian threw his head back and laughed, happy and carefree.