Page 105 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Yeah, it was fine. I have to go to Sofia’s parent’s house tomorrow, but that’s it for a while.” I have to grind my back teeth. I’m so possessive where he’s concerned. He’s told me many times already he’ll come clean and take the consequences his dad doles out. But I won’t have him lose his hard work he’s put into school so far. He surprised me a few weeks back by telling Sofia he was with someone. If the girl is holding onto feelings for Finn, then she’s playing it cool because according to him, she is happy for him.

“Dad was a dick, but what’s new?”

I know this. I’ve been in the background when he’s taken a call from the guy. He rarely has a kind word for Finn.

“I’ll make it better when we head home.” I let him know and I watch his eyes flare. He’s up from the table, tossing money for the waitress on the top. “Grab your sister, we’ll drop her at home.”

I laugh, following him.

My boyfriend is living a double life.

But I know, without a doubt, I get the best of him.

* * *

Finn

“Jesus Christ, Sage, don’t you dare stop.”

It’s an empty threat because I’m likely to beg if he tries to.

He doesn’t. Sage throws me over the precipice with skill from his mouth and hands working me until I’m gasping his name. He makes my stomach muscles spasm when he suctions his lips around my cock one last time before he sets me free. The sound of my pleasure rushes through my ears.

Since he eased my shorts off and got his mouth busy minutes ago, the urge to crawl on top of him was strong. I press my face into his neck even as he complains about my weight.

“Shut up,” I murmur, stroking a hand into his hair as his feet circle around my lower legs. Mutual blowjobs wipe me out. I yawn against his skin.

It takes a minute for my breathing to level out, and when it does, I notice how drowsy his eyes are. Sage can be alert one minute and dead asleep the next, I’ve joked with him that he’s a grown toddler. Rolling off him, I get my kiss before he zonks out, but not before he throws a leg over mine and pushes his face into my neck.

I love this part, every inch of me relaxes into the mattress.

It’s in these moments that I accept I’m the exact amount of gay I’m going to be, with him—for him, because of how I feel for him. There’s no need to analyze it more than that. I don’t have to know why now or why him. It’s Sage.

Am I gay or in love with someone who identifies as the same gender? Doesn’t matter. Loving someone is just that. Love. And it rages through me.

I used to think I knew what sex was—I’ve done enough of it since I was fifteen to understand the demanding lust.

I thought it met a biological need, releasing some pent-up impulse.

Sex was fun and something I sought, like a dirty playboy in the making.

I’m the original hit it and quit it man.

And while it can be all those things… it’s also more than that. The man fast asleep half sprawled over me has shown me that for the last few months.

I know now sex can be loving someone so much you want to give them the rawest, most stripped-down parts of yourself.

Sex with Sage, not only the next level kind of amazing, not only the act, but every part surrounding it is so much more. When he cuddles me in his sleep like a possessed sloth. Or the way I know he wants sex just from the flush on his face. He doesn’t need to say a word to get me revved up, but I appreciate his dirty talk. He told me once, “You don’t have to pick a fight so you can fuck me.” He doesn’t realize I needle him over stupid things just to see his reaction. He comes alive, he sheds his robotic skin, and he sets the fucking world around him on fire. He crucifies me with his burn. I’m addicted to that. He’s so much more than just my boyfriend. Every twisted, broken part of me loves Sage for the man he is. I don’t see a day ahead where I’m not loving him so fucking much until I can’t breathe.

He says I make him weak and unfocused. Good, I’m glad. He makes me vulnerable and I’m fine with that.

I turn my head, kiss his forehead, and follow him into sleep.

“I already know you’re into me, Fierro.” I needle him the following day after our drive to his family cabin in the Berkshires. We’re spending the last night of the year together.

Before he can lock the car, I press him into the passenger door. My head drops to look him in the eyes. He’s so damn secretive about how he feels for me. I tell him all the time I love him and get nada back, it’s become a game and one I will win.

“It’s not a secret.”

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