Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Miguel’s face turned to stone, a well-known expression that had recently been such a rare sight. Nero’s stomach clenched. Would Miguel deny it? To women they’d never see again?
“Oh-kaay…” the woman stuttered with her mouth open, but her hand finally dropped off Miguel. As though she’d had any right to touch him in the first place!
Her friends were hiding their laughs behind cocktail glasses, but one of them did stare back at Nero in amazement. “For real?”
“Very real,” Nero said in a low voice that came from deep in his throat.
His lungs were full of fire, but for now he let it burn and finished his glass of rum before pouring himself another one. Behind the statue Miguel has become, the women all rose and moved toward the stairs, sending incredulous smiles his way.
Nero would not be the small print. His name was the fucking title of each chapter.
Miguel slammed his glass against the table the moment the unwelcome audience was gone. “You just had to do that!”
“Someone had to. She’d have shoved her tits in your face before you decided to do the right thing. I’m starting to think that’s what you secretly want,” Nero snapped and downed the second glass as well. The mediocre booze burned his throat, but he still wanted more.
“What I want is for you to stop telling people that I’m gay. Is it really so hard to keep your mouth shut about it? I already told you several times!” Miguel sat straighter in his chair and watched Nero with cold eyes, as if they were strangers.
And they weren’t. Not anymore.
“If you’re no longer my boyfriend and want to see if fucking me has somehow unlocked your ability to be attracted to women, then just fucking say so instead of letting me sit there while she feels you up!” Nero snapped. “You don’t know where she’s been or with who. You know the straights never fucking get tested and only worry about pregnancy?”
“I’m not fucking some woman! I’m sitting here with you. What is your problem?” Miguel spread his arms so abruptly some of his drink splashed out and drizzled down his fingers, but he didn’t seem to care.
“My problem is that you’re all eager to flirt with this chick but won’t give me a fucking blowjob, as if my dick is covered with warts!”
Miguel took a deep breath that made his nostrils flare, and kept his eyes on Nero as if he were a bullseye. “That’s your problem? That’s what’s important to you?”
“It’s starting to be, because whenever I try to broach this topic, you shut me down. Do you think I’m stupid and don’t see what you’re doing?”
“Do tell me. What am I doing?” Miguel asked and sipped some rum from his glass as if they were discussing the weather.
“You’re keeping your options open. I’m not gay as long as I don’t have his dick in my mouth. I’m not gay if I just fucked his ass once and will never do it again,” Nero growled, pinning Miguel to the chair with his gaze. “But not everyone’s fine living celibate. I have needs, okay?”
How has this come out of the simple anger over Miguel not dismissing the woman fast enough, Nero didn’t know, but now that he spoke up, every frustrated thought he’d recently had spilled out of his mouth without any barriers to stop them.
“Sounds like you’ll die if you don’t get head,” Miguel said coldly, squinting at Nero like a cobra about to strike.
Nero snorted and offered Miguel a mean smile. “Well, if my dick is so revolting to you, maybe I should just get it serviced somewhere else.”
Miguel’s chair tumbled to the floor when he shot up and leaned forward, grabbing Nero’s jaw. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Oh. So he did care. Good.
“How are you gonna stop me?”
Miguel let go only to yank Nero out of the chair by the arm. “Let’s go. Let’s do it. That’s what you want, so let’s get it done.”
Nero’s gaze drifted to the food, then to their hotel at the other side of the street. “Like… now?”
“Yes, fucking now! Or would you rather eat your fucking chicken?” Miguel snarled, leaving no doubt as to what his choice was and how angry he was about it. But maybe he’d put all that rage into the best blowjob a first-timer could give?
Nero expected to be led down the staircase, and all the way to their hotel, but when instead Miguel dragged him toward the restroom, he protested, unsure what to think about his man's actions. “We have a room three minutes from here.”
“I’m not waiting three fucking minutes.”
Thrown into the cramped room, Nero felt the sink dig into his buttocks as the stark white light went on above. Without a word, Miguel went down to his knees on the grimy floor.