Just a Bit Heartless (Straight Guys, #13)

by Alessandra Hazard

“We always competed for stuff when we were young. He liked taking things away from me.

For another, Jordan was straight. Well, he had enjoyed sucking cock on occasion—during threesomes his ex-wife had talked him

Men did nothing for him, be it sexually or romantically.

lol we know how this ends

Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Jordan said, “And what would you do if you were there and something did happen? Cry over him?”

“It’s adorable how you pretend not to be interested when spying on me is the main reason you’re here.”

He’d never been so unnerved by a man.

“You’re pretty enough, for a guy, but I don’t swing that way, so your doe eyes are wasted on me, bello.”

“If you really loved him, you wouldn’t look at me like you want to choke on my cock.”

“Close your eyes and visualize a place that makes you feel calm. Don’t open your eyes until I’m back.”

A man with piercing eyes and sure hands.

His days started and ended with Damiano. He was the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when he fell asleep.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

Everything in him ached for it, for his closeness.

It felt so right: the weight, the pressure, the smell, the man.

He craved this man with every cell of his body.

He wanted him so badly. He wanted to eat Damiano alive, swallow him whole, consume him in ways that weren’t even possible.

They rutted together like animals,

“As you say, let’s cut the bullshit. You did it because you’re an emotionally stunted control freak who got a little bit attached and doesn’t know how to express his affections in a healthy way.”

“I hate the way you got me all twisted up and irrational. This is not me.”

“Don’t cry,” Damiano said tersely, a muscle jumping by his temple. “It’s not worth crying over.”

Damiano had slipped out of his bed and his life like he had never been in it.

I feel safe—the safest—with him.”

Life is a risk. And it’s one worth taking.

I’d rather die happy with the man I love than miserable and alone.”

He didn’t care about people. Most people were just tools for him. He felt no remorse about hurting people. Except this one. This one was precious. This one was his. This one made him feel.

I don’t like it—the way you make me feel.”

“Unbalanced and distracted—when you aren’t around. Obsessive, possessive, and out of control when you are. If this is love, it fucking sucks.”

you’re more than enough. You’re what I need to feel enough.”

He might not have been able to say the words, but he could show it.