Just a Bit Shameless (Straight Guys, #8)

by Alessandra Hazard

Sammy would blush, and do that subconscious thing he always did when Dominic touched him—lean into Dominic’s touch, as though asking for more. He always wanted more.

There was a bubbly feeling in his chest that made it impossible to stop smiling. Was this what happiness felt like?

He was angry, and he was angry that he was angry. This possessiveness was fucking gross and messed up, considering that he didn’t want Sammy that way. Rationally, he approved of what Sammy was doing. Irrationally, he was imagining many ways he could kill the asshole who was currently groping his Sammy with his dirty, unworthy hands.

“But you’re…” “Straight, yes,” Dominic said. “It’s—it’s not sexual—fuck, it’s complicated.” He sighed, stroking Sammy’s ankle. “Over the past few weeks, I got a bit too attached to you. I feel like you’re mine. Just mine.” His lips twisted. “And I guess I don’t like someone else touching what’s mine.”

Sammy caught his lip between his teeth, glaring at Dominic before groaning. “You know, I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to want to punch you for being such a selfish, possessive prick, but all I want is to suck your dick.”

Sam squirmed, toes curling, as Dominic continued rubbing teasingly at Sam’s hole. It was immensely frustrating. “I fucking hate you,” Sam whined, making Dominic snort. “I was reliably informed that you adore me.” “I take it back,” Sam grumbled. “You’re the worst—ngghh.” Finally, Dominic pushed a finger inside him.

You kiss me like—like you belong to me—like you’re mine, like your mouth is mine.” He gave Sam another short, hard kiss. “It’s bloody addictive.”

Fuck, this was… this was something he’d been looking forward to all day, if Dominic were honest with himself. This—feeling Sammy’s trembling, needy lips against his—this was real. This was his. Sammy was his.

he couldn’t deny that he was drawn to this boy, emotionally attracted to him in a way he’d never been to any woman, and that emotional attachment seemed to spill over and mutate into a physical need, his sexuality be damned. He wanted Sammy’s warmth and affection so much that he wanted to put himself inside the boy as deep as he could until he was Sammy’s entire world.

Sammy blinked at him dazedly, watching Dominic slick his fingers up, and then did as he was told: he got on his knees, elbows dropping to the bed, ass up and back curved in an arch that was pure pornography.

“I thought we agreed that I should go out and get a crush on someone my age?” “You should,” Dominic said testily after a short pause. “But that kid wasn’t good enough for you. It’s obvious that he cares only about getting his rocks off. He doesn’t give a damn about you.” “And you determined all of this after knowing him for a total of ten seconds?” Sam said wryly, giving Dominic a curious look. If he didn’t know better, he’d think… “I’m a spy,” Dominic said evenly. “I’m trained to notice these things.”

Straight men didn’t become gay in real life. At least not for someone like Sam.

And that was the other thing. He could no longer pretend that his need to touch Sammy was platonic. It wasn’t.