Just a Bit Heartless (Straight Guys, #13)

by Alessandra Hazard

For another, Jordan was straight. Well, he had enjoyed sucking cock on occasion—during threesomes his ex-wife had talked him into—but he wasn’t attracted to men at all.

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

He looked a lot younger than his thirty-two years, his skin smooth and nearly flawless, no visible wrinkles thanks to his skincare routine. Frankly, he was more handsome than Nate.

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

A dimple appeared in said cheek as Damiano smiled wryly. “Are you sure he wore you out? You seem pretty thirsty to me.”

One upside of waterboarding was how clean Damiano smelled despite the torture he endured every few hours.

“At least send me a picture of your cock.” Damiano licked his lips, staring at Jordan’s hole. “I can do better.” That was how he ended up sending Jordan a custom dildo shaped like his cock.

“I would totally raise your kids.” He laughed. “I love your dirty shirts, your sweat, and your jizz. Of course I’d love it if you gave me your baby. So if you have any babies lying around, you can send them to me—they’ll be the most spoiled babies in the world.”

Scowling, Jordan glared at his phone, staring at the picture of Damiano on his screen. He kissed it, feeling beyond pathetic but too drunk to care.

“You told him. That my asshole is sore.” A corner of Damiano’s mouth twitched. “Yes.”

Then, his fingers moved, inching closer to Jordan’s, until they touched the back of his hand. His heart somewhere in his throat, Jordan stared at them before turning his hand and entangling their fingers. Christ, how could something so simple feel so intense?

“God, I love you so much. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much.” He smiled crookedly. “You’d better feel the same way or I don’t know what I’d do. I might cry. I’m such a mess without you, it’s embarrassing.”

I don’t like it—the way you make me feel.” “What way?” Jordan said, his gaze very soft. “Unbalanced and distracted—when you aren’t around. Obsessive, possessive, and out of control when you are. If this is love, it fucking sucks.”

“I’d prefer your fucked-up version of love to the sweetest, most conventional love lavished on me by another person. Because it’s you. And you’re more than enough. You’re what I need to feel enough.”