Page 7 of Pucked-Up Roommate Deal

“No,” Porter snapped, interrupting her, and if possible, the hand on my waist tightened. “Nash is my boyfriend.

He pulled me against him, so we were chest to chest. His hand cupped behind my neck and he brought my mouth to his. And God help me, I groaned at the sensation of his firm lips on me. Tension knotted in my chest and another more powerful, far more dangerous sizzle of arousal burned down to the base of my spine. I fisted his lapel, trying to get closer while my arm wrapped around him, my hand stealing beneath his coat to curl on his back.

Porter growled, his mouth forcing more than coaxing my lips apart, but I wasn’t resisting. I wanted the slide of his tongue against mine. Now, I had it and I tasted the alcohol he must have sipped on his way back to the table.

The world melted away as he tugged me tighter to him, all the power gained from constant training coming into play in his iron-like hold.

“Porter George,” a new voice hissed, cutting through the euphoria of our kiss. “We’re entirely tolerant and accepting of your life choices, but do you have to do thathere. So publicly. Man or woman, it’s inappropriate.”

Porter pulled back, his forehead to mine as his turbulent dark eyes stared into me. His questions were clear. So was the realization that I’d been hiding more than my past from him.

“Sorry, Mother,” he said, not breaking our gaze. “I was just proving a point to Darby, Claire and Barbie.”

“Well, prove it someplace more private, would you, Son? Now, who is this?”

Porter sighed, his whiskey laden breath wafting over my cheek. Moving to my side, he slung his arm around my waist again and I found myself facing his cousins and a middle-aged couple who must be his parents. My face burned at them catching Porter and me in such a passionate kiss. They were right. It should have been private.

“Mother. Father. This is my boyfriend, Nash Higgins.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. And Mrs. George. Happy anniversary,” I said, extending my hand to first his mother and then his father.

“I have to say, it’s very nice to meet you, too,” his mom said. “Porter’s told us so much about you?”

I looked over at him, blinking in surprise. “He has?”

“If you’ll excuse us,” Porter cut in, “Nash and I…need a moment.”

“I would think so.” His father smirked, the expression another surprise. I’d expected everyone here to be so stiff. As it turned out, that was only me and Porter. And I had to be thankful my tux coat hid that right about then or meeting his parents would have been a million more times embarrassing.

Six

Porter

What. The. Fuck?

My hand clenched an iron grip around Nash’s, I dragged him from the ballroom and down a side corridor I knew led to spare coat closet that would probably be unused tonight. He easily kept up with my long strides. Good thing, because I wasn’t putting up with any bullshit.

Pulling him into the room, I shoved him hard against the wall.

“What the fuck was that?” I demanded.

“You kissed me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I did andyoukissed me back like you wanted to kiss me, like you wanted me to kiss you. Like you were totally, one-hundred percent okay with kissing a guy.”

Nash’s tongue lashed out over his lips, and her drew in a sharp breath, but he stayed silent. His gaze shifted over my shoulder.

I shoved his shoulder. “Hey.”

“What? What do you want me to say?” he exploded, shoving me back and stalking away a few paces. When he spun back toward me, he looked as angry as I was.

“Are you gay?” I demanded.

He rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think you are.” I advanced and shoved the tip of my finger into his chest. “I think you are and you’ve been playing a game with me.”

“It’s not all about you, Porter,” he snapped, shoving away my hand. “I’m bi-sexual if you must know. Not that it’s ever been any of your business. You just assumed I’m straight and I never disabused you of the belief because I never intended to do anything about—”

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