Just a Bit Shameless (Straight Guys, #8)

by Alessandra Hazard

Nope, he wasn’t getting turned on from watching a hot guy handle a gun. Nope, nope, nope. But it might be possible that he had a competence kink.

He felt a weird pull towards the boy, a base need to have him that wasn’t sexual. Sammy had a unique ability to make him feel fond, amused, fiercely protective—and possessive.

He lasted three hours. In Dominic’s defense, he had a good reason to call Sammy. Or so he told himself.

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.

“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.”

“Okay,” Dominic said, running a hand over Sammy’s neck and feeling him tremble. “Whatever you want. Do you want a kiss?” Sammy made a small sound, leaning into the touch. “Can I?” “Of course,” Dominic said before slotting their mouths together.

“I want you to stay because I care about you,” Dominic said against Sammy’s temple. “I want you in my house, safe, warm, and comfortable. Because you deserve it. And if you call yourself stupid again, I’ll…” He struggled to come up with a suitable threat. For someone who knew dozens of different torture techniques, it was surprisingly hard to threaten Sammy with anything. “I’ll change the Wi-Fi password and won’t tell you what it is.”

“You know what I like about kissing you?” Dominic said, pressing their foreheads together. “I like how responsive you are. 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.”

He knew that he liked coming home to a sleepy-eyed Sammy waiting up for him no matter how late it was. He knew that he liked cooking for two, that he liked teaching Sammy how to cook without burning down the house. He liked buying Sammy things and watching his pretty eyes light up. He liked seeing Sammy in the clothes he’d bought for him. He liked seeing Sammy happy and being the cause for his happiness.