Page 108 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Even though you won’t say I love you.” I poke my tongue to the side of my mouth.

He gives me a droll look before bending his neck in my direction, meaning he wants more petting. I finger through his hair until Sage’s forehead lands on my shoulder.

“You say all that shit like the Fierro’s are in the mafia.”

He hums his enjoyment, sounding sleepy. “Possibly. But you’re not in the circle of trust yet to know that.”

“Long as I’m inyourcircle of trust.”

He grunts and I take it as a confirmation.

I was unaware how many times I was going to come out this week until we’re sitting in a quiet bar. An hour before we had to set off to his folks’ house. Sage bumps my shoulder and indicates behind me. I turn to see my crew. Bates, Preston, Paris, and a few others strolling through the bar. Bates grins seeing me, heading over, we bump fists. “Man, it’s like seeing a mirage, you’re hard to get hold of.”

“Been busy, what’s happening?”

“Meeting my guy here.” His weed guy, “before we head off to Paris’ mom’s place, she’s away so the mice will play.” he smirks. Those two are still casually hooking up. I’ve told him many times she’s gonna poke a hole in a condom and trap him one of these days. They all pile onto our table. Paris choosing to sit by me. “Where’ve you been hiding, Finn? We’ve missed you.” It’s weird that I’ve seen lots of my old hook-ups in the past months, and they do nothing for me now.

This guy of mine has got me by the dick and I have not one damn complaint about it.

“Here and there, babe. What’s new with you?” She tells me about college life and how she wants to drop out to become a model. She lists the number of athletes she’s dated in the last semester. I hardly listen because Sage has inched his hand on my thigh and is moving it up and up. I cock my head to the side, he’s not even looking at me, he’s playing on his phone. That teasing shit, he’s gonna pay for turning me on.

“Get a fucking room, faggots.” Preston calls out and for a hot second I think he’s talking to me, and my temper starts pulsing in my temple. We clock that he’s smirking at two other guys making out. One throws Preston the middle finger.

Before I know it, I’m on my feet, my finger pointing in his face. Preston’s always been intimidated by me, and he flinches from my show of fury. He’s always hung onto Bates’ and my coattails, like a little bitch who can’t piss without being told how to hold his dick. Now I know he’s about to get dropped from our circle.

“Don’t,” I hear Sage under his breath, but it’s far too late for that.

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Sage

“Keep your bigoted opinion to yourself, you fuckstick. My boyfriend is queer.” Finn hisses at his friend. He doesn’t need to bare his teeth, but his warning is clear.

And that is how my man came out.

No wonder I love him.

He bends down, grabs my throat like the hot bossy shit he is and buffs my lips with his. “Need a piss before we head out,” he says and strides off across the bar. Confident as ever. Never sexier.

Trust Finn Maverick to come out in the coolest way with no fanfare.

Each set of eyes widens, cartoon-like.

There’s only Bates who doesn’t look fazed.

“Did he just…?” Paris is watching Finn’s back. “What the hell is he doing kissingyou?”

“He tripped onto my mouth,” I say flippant. Bates jumps in with a chuckle.

“You heard him, he’s queer for this guy,” he thumbs at me, “so shut your fucking mouths or I’ll shut them permanently. And Preston, my old pal? Fuck off. You’re evicted from the island.”

I nailed it when I said Bates already suspected.

“What the hell. This is news to us, why didn’t we know?” One of the nameless chicks says.

“Mav doesn’t have to tell you where he puts his dick.” Bates shuts them down. While they mourn their feelings into their drinks, I slip away and meet Finn coming out of the bathroom.

His eyes flash seeing me and I tug his hair, putting our mouths together. “You caused a stir back there.”

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