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I’m past embarrassment on so many levels. “It is! Why don’t you crack open the window and I’ll set up your birthday present?”
Already striding towards the floor-to-ceiling windows with a wide smile plastered on his face, Matteo silently applauds what’s to come; his admiration warms my heart.
When he’s out of earshot, Mike leans my way and utters, “As soon as you’re done with your set, we’re out of here.”
Concern constricts my chest. “Was I out of line? I’ll behave.” On impulse, the back of my hand reaches for his cheek.
His face blanches, and he snatches my wrist so strongly that I wince. “How can you be so blind?” he stammers, and I’m at a loss. “I… I need to…” His gaze skims over my body, his lewd expression shooting straight to my dick, which strains against my zipper.
“You need to what?” I ask within a breath, knowing his answer will distract me from my upcoming performance.
“Fuck you.”
Chapter 16
Beast of Burden
Mike
“You could have at least waited for us to be in the car!” Troy’s voice bounces off of the elevator’s steel walls as he readjusts his trademark cowboy hat on his stubborn head and presses the button for the ground floor.
At his tone, I swivel my head hoping to catch his eye, but he won’t allow it. His jaw ticks, and I swear that I can hear him grinding his teeth.What the fuck is wrong with him?“What prompted your foul mood?” He’s been acting weird ever since I suggested that we bail and skip the rest of the party.
“Oh, please! You’ve got to be kidding me, Mike. I screwed up my performance because of you.” He points at me while toying with his belt with his free hand. Glaring at me, he growls, “You say things and don’t deal with the consequences.”
My cheeks are on fire, and I inhale deeply to calm myself. “Excuse me?”
“See…” His finger approaches my face accusingly. “You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what, Troy? Your performance was great. Everyone danced, cheered, and applauded. Matteo’s beyond thrilled. I bet he’s filing for divorce as we speak to marry you and benefit from your talents.” I burst out laughing, knowing that my innuendos probably aren’t welcome, but I have to try to lighten the mood.
“Ha-ha.” He takes off his hat and runs his fingers through his disheveled hair before putting it back on. “Dammit! You can’t look at me like I’m your favorite meal and the next second have this… this mask that you hide behind and tell me to fuck off like it’s totally normal,” he snarls. “My head wasn’t in the game while I was DJing, and you’re to blame, jackass.”
“Troy, you’re not making any sense.” I manage to intercept his hand that’s flying all over the place. Brushing his knuckle with my thumb, I clutch his fisted hand. “Baby, that didn’t happen. Even months ago when I probably should have cussed you out, I never did. Believe me, I’m not about to start now. I said, ‘I need to fuck you.’ You were so hyper that you misunderstood.”
“You’ve been hot and cold all night. It’s only been a few weeks, so I get that you need time before telling your friends about us. I played by your rules. Then you touch me.” He leans against the mirrored rear of the car and crosses his legs at the ankles. “Nothing obvious, of course, but you broke the rules. You’re jerking me around, and I didn’t sign up for this.”
“What do you want from me, Troy? I’m new to this.” I alternatively point to him and myself. “You’ve been attracted to guys your whole life.”
He cuts me off, his chocolate eyes daring me to react. “And girls.”
With my poker face on, I nod, flashing back to when I bumped into him while he was lip-locked with a woman. We don’t delve into specifics, and I don’t really care, to be honest. I wanthim. Who he fucked in the past doesn’t matter; this is a conversation for another time. Another place. Another state of mind. “Listen, I hear you, Troy. I’m sorry if I broke what we’d established… To be honest, I can’t help but touch you. I want you so bad! That’s why I told you that I needed to fuck you. I meant it… Apparently, you have no idea how sexy you are and how hornyyoumake me. So, yes, I mean it. Anal will be the test. According to Google, it’ll need some prep. That’s fine by me. Either way, I need to fuck you or you to fuck me, whichever you prefer, since we haven’t discussed the technicalities yet. I amveryserious.”
Thank God, that stupefies him, making his jaw drop to a point where it looks detached from the rest of his face… unless the Picasso impression is due to whatever it was that I smoked while he was DJing.
I can’t stand his ridiculous complaint, though. He needs to comprehend that he doesn’t run the show. In a split second, I slam the emergency stop button, abruptly stopping our descent, and invade his personal before he can protest.
Damn, he’s gorgeous.
“Troy, as much as I appreciate your smart mouth, now is not the time to be a diva. Your show was great. You need to chill the fuck out. Now let me work my magic.” My mouth collides with his, forcefully requiring entrance. Unabashedly rubbing my shaft against his, I awkwardly slip my hand into the small space between his back and the cabin and knead his ass, eventually peeling my body from his to make quick work of his belt and lower his zipper. His earlier resistance is nowhere to be found. Meanwhile, our tongues dance. It’s a rare occurrence for both of us to be clean-shaven. His lips are more forceful somehow, like he’s trying to compensate for the difference. Unless I am.
His lingering anger fuels the arousal humming in my blood. Before breaking to come up for air, I swat the side of his butt and congratulate myself when he takes the hint, shifts his pelvis, and lets me make quick work of his pants. They fall to his ankles in a thump when his belt hits the floor. That’s my cue to drop to my knees in front of him.
Troy’s eyes cage me; they’re glazed with lust. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Do you have any idea how much I want this? I may not be quite ready for more yet, but…” I trail off. My fingertips begin a teasing journey from his ankle to his muscular thigh, tracing imaginary patterns. His hands clench the railing behind him, and he shivers under my touch. “I love every part of your body, Troy Hunter.” The palm of my hand reaches his throbbing erection that’s hidden under the fabric of his black boxer briefs.
I’m responsible for this, which makes my heart swell with pride and joy. Caressing him, there’s no fear in my heart as I watch him harden. I lick my lips in anticipation, baffled when my mouth waters.
