Page 59 of Bully for Sale
Ned should ask about that. Nip at least one problem in the bud.
“Do you want a different servant? Someone from your home, maybe? I could talk to your father about having one transferred for the duration if—”
“Does Earl dislike me already?” Ezer asked, taking a messy bite of his pasta and frowning when some of the oil drizzled onto his chest.
Ned admired the pink of Ezer’s nipples and fought the urge to lean forward and lick the oil away. Arousal flared at the sudden realization that before long, those nipples would grow puffy, Ezer’s chest would make milk, and he’d grow round with their child—
It was so much. Too much.
They were too young.
Ned had to stop thinking that, though, because, young or not, they’d done this, they were doing it, and they’d have to keep on doing it. A baby was on the way.
“He hasn’t said one way or another,” Ned admitted. “But I can’t imagine he wouldn’t like you. It’s just I got the impressionyoudon’t likehim.”
“Oh.” Ezer shook his head. “He’s fine. He’s already seen me naked. I don’t want to start new with anyone else. Earl will be fine.”
“You don’t have a problem with him?”
“I have a problem with this!” Ezer said, motioning around the room, then down at his body, and then between the two of them. “I’m not like you. I can’t just act like this is all okay or that I’m not scared or upset.” He took a bite and chewed it angrily. “I know you want me to let you fuck me into stupidity, and I have no doubt before long I will, but I don’twant toyet. I want to stayme. I want to stay mad.”
“All right,” Ned agreed.
“That’s it? Just ‘all right’?”
“I’m not going to fight with you about it.”
Ezer flung his fork down on the plate and glared at him. “What if I want you to fight me? What if I want you to argue?”
“Well, then you’ll be disappointed.”
Standing, Ezer threw his plate and the pasta onto the tile floor, the pasta coiling in an oily mess and the plate ringing. Ned gaped at it, shocked to silent stillness.
But Ezer wasn’t through yet. He stalked over to Ned, grabbed his dinner, and threw it too. This time, both of them stiffened when the pasta splattered all over the wall and the plate broke.
“Do something!” Ezer said. “Do anything! Just don’t act like this is okay!”
Ned blinked between the pasta on the wall and Ezer’s enraged expression. He had no idea what to say or do. There was silence in his head, a buzz of white noise he couldn’t think around. But it wasn’t silent for long.
Ezer picked up the glass he’d been drinking from and threw it against the wall, too, watching it shatter. Again with Ned’s glass.
Then, with a scream, Ezer seemed to shatter, too.
Before turning on Ned and trying to break him as well.
“Hey,” Ned said,both hands up. “Let’s—”
“Shut up,” Ezer shouted, shoving Ned’s shoulders back into the sofa. “Just shut up.”
Ned did just that, and Ezer felt a rush of power, like he had in the heat house when he’d made Ned wait, when he’d left him hungry for his body but restrained by Ezer’s fierce denial. Head spinning with rage and need, Ezer reached for the buttons of Ned’s jeans, ripping them open. He smacked Ned’s thigh as punishment for lifting his hips, making it easier for Ezer to jerk his underwear halfway down his thighs. This wasn’t supposed to be easy.
Ezer wasn’t at all surprised to find Ned’s cock erect. Of course he wanted to fuck. Of course he did.
“Fight me,” Ezer demanded. “Push me. Hit me.”
Ned stared at him and stayed motionless, his breaths coming in rough pants, and his hands clenched into fists at his side.
“C’mon,” Ezer whispered, pushing hard against Ned’s shoulders, shoving him back on the sofa. “Damn you,fightme.”
