Page 42 of Hidden Desires
“Is that so?” the man asked, giving his package a few tugs.
Ace watched as the meat behind the fabric thickened.
Jesus, the dude really was a cocky bastard.
He felt his own cock begin to shift under the covers.Shit.
Ace turned his attention back to the television.
“So, you got any thoughts on who might have killed Chester’s son?”
Blade scratched his reddish-brown beard, then flopped back down on his bed in just his underwear.
“It was probably a mugging.”
Ace shook his head. “Not with those kinds of lacerations. That man was killed with intent and purpose. His attackerwanted to send a message. Whether it was to him or someone else. You don’t do that kind of damage to someone’s body without knowing them.”
No, this was not a random murder. Steven knew his attacker. They had history.
“Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” Blade noted, placing his hand behind his head and turning his attention to the television. “So, tell me, what was it like growing up with Marcus? I’d hate to share a room with him as a kid. He seems like the type to play the music loud when you’re trying to sleep.”
Ace chuckled.
“Hardly. Keep in mind, our parents married when Marcus was sixteen and I was three. He was already in his twenties when I was just a kid. But I guess the guy felt sorry for me or something.”
“Why do you say that?” Blade asked, turning to look at Ace.
Ace shrugged. “Because our parents were shit. They spent more time out drinking and partying than cooking us meals or making sure that we got off to school on time. Marcus kind of took it upon himself to raise me. Keep this between me and you, but sometimes I think of him more as a father than a big brother.”
Blade nodded. “I can see that. Now he’s a father to all of us miscreants. Making sure that we don’t kill ourselves or get ourselves arrested.”
“So, are both your parents Latino?”
“My mom was from Mexico, and my bio dad was from Venezuela. At least that’s what my mother told me. I never met the man.”
“Then your mom came up here and settled on a boring white dude with no rhythm.”
Ace laughed. “Yeah. I keep trying to teach Marcus how to salsa and tango, but he keeps telling me that he has balls. Like that’s even a thing?”
Now it was Blade’s turn to chuckle.
“Cade says that same thing to Lucas all the time. I think it’s a macho man, ego thing.”
“Don’t guys realize that women find it sexy as fuck when a guy can bust a move? Latino men are some of the sexiest dancers in the world.”
“Hey, you’ve never seen my moves,” Blade pointed out.
“Well, you do have the Latino booty, so it might have a nice jiggle to it when it gets moving.”
“So you were checking out my booty earlier.”
“Well, maybe. Can’t help it. I’m gay. Our eyes will always stop on a hot naked man.”
Shit.He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. Here it comes…
“So you think I’m hot?”
There it is. Fuck. Damn it. Shit.
