Page 22 of The Dead Don't Talk
“I’ve been too gay for the girls?” I say, though the humor falls short as the two of them share a look that could cut glass. “Look, I know it’s pitiful, but I tried and—” I swallow hard, a wave of something ugly and remorseful taking over my stomach. “And I couldn’t …y’know.”
The tops of Wilson’s cheeks bloom a pretty shade of pink, and he nods knowingly.
“I used to think something was wrong with me,” he admits and rubs the back of his neck almost sheepishly.
Meanwhile, Moros snorts and resumes his pacing.
Ignoring him, I grab Wilson’s hand and squeeze his fingers. “There’s nothing wrong with either of us.”
Shaking his head, his lips spread into a grin I find myself wanting to kiss.
I sit all the way up, intending on doing just that since I managed to fuck around with both of them without a single press of lips together, and return Wilson’s smile.
“Not at all,” he murmurs warmly, his breath fanning over my lips that his eyes are focused in on, his face slowly coming closer.
Taking the leap, I cross the distance and press my mouth to his.
He hums and leans in harder, parting open for me to dive in.
I don’t hesitate to slide my tongue along his. The taste of Moros’s cum is faint on his breath, and my stomach does an insane flip inside me, the ache of what we’ve done here today making itself pleasantly known as I shift closer. Delve my tongue deeper. Slide my palm along that hairy jaw and cup it.
We part with a smack of wet lips and panting breaths, his tilted in a goofy grin.
The look alone makes my heart do a little pitter-patter inside my chest.
“As much as I hate to break up this little—” Moros waves a hand in our direction, but he can’t deny the blown pupils and nibbled lip, “—but we need to go.”
Sighing, I press another chaste kiss to Wilson’s lips and leave him on the floor with a soft smile.
“See you soon.”
Chapter 8
Does he know how hot he is?
Amo
“You’re a buzzkill.”
I can sense Moros’s eye roll as he walks ahead of me, his tense back on full display beneath the strap of his rifle.
Ignoring the tan skin he’s showing off and the attitude, I stomp closer.
“Buzz. Kill.”
Sighing heavily, he shakes his head.
“In this line, you learn real quick to not get attached.”
Okay, ouchhhh.
“But you were sleeping with him.”
“He’s a hole,” he says, but can’t hide the way his voice cracks with a cough as fast as he thinks he does.
“So that’s what I am?” I toss back. “Just a hole?”
“No, I—” he growls and walks faster. “Wilson and me … We aren’t like the rest of them, kitten, okay? Just drop it.”
