Page 7 of Crown of Thorns
LOUIS
Professor Noah Montague.
A mouthful of sexy words. And a phenomenal cock.
Who would have thought? Of all the people I enjoy dancing for in my local gay bar, The Black Cat, I ended up impressing my new professor. Oh, was he ever impressed.
Now he’s in trouble. Because he piqued my attention. And before he knows it, he’ll be playing by my rules. They always do.
I don’t like being dragged out by Dad to one of his charity dinners, but last night was just glorious.
That first moment. Fucking priceless. And a lot to unwrap.
Because Noah’s gray eyes are a storm of emotions. Framed by his glasses and those thick, dark eyelashes, I could happily stare in them for the rest of my life. What would someone like him worry about? The guy’s a walking genius. Softly spoken, razor sharp, gentle, literally everything I am not. Though we share the same physical hotness. I’m the dark version to his strawberry blond, light eyed appearance.
My mind wanders back to the restrooms and my entire body buzzes. Baby boy’s blowjob was phenomenal as usual. We pay the guy a fortune for the perfect suction. But to have Professor Montague locked up in the fucking toilet, was everything. Tohear him jerk off to the memory of me falling apart…my dick twitches in my pants. It’s a picture that has been on my mind for the last twelve hours. It’s not just the sex. It’s the way he fell apart without knowing he was seen. Like I touched something buried inside him. Something fragile. And maybe that’s what I’m chasing, proof that someone like him can unravel, just like the rest of us.
It’s the exact reason Noah is in trouble. Because I want to do it again. Until there’s nothing left of his composure but my name. When he fled out of that stall, only to see me waiting for him…the recognition—surprise, bitches!—those eyes, temporarily forgotten to radiate coolness and professionalism? I’d go down on my knees for him anytime he wants.
So, thank you, Dad, for bringing me to that dinner, instead of my twin.
For once, Arthur’s too busy to be the goody two shoes he usually is. Ever since our little stepbrother showed up, and especially since Régis enrolled at Saint-Laurent, things have escalated. Real fights. A side of my twin I knew existed, but never thought I’d actually see. They’re like boxers in a ring. I never realized Arthur could be such a condescending ass.
Tasting my espresso, I’m mentally preparing myself for the trainwreck that's about to unfold.Three, two, one…
“Stay here!” Arthur growls. Oh, here we go.
“No! Get the hell out of my room!”
“Don’t run away from me.” Régis opens the door of his bedroom, eyes flashing. And let me tell you, it takes a lot to make that skittish little thing angry.
Out walks my twin, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Get back here, now.”
“Hey, lay off,” I call out from the bar. Arthur glances over, catching my eye with a crooked grin.
“Or what?”
“Or I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Yeah? Well, Dad asked me to look out for him.”
“And that's what you’re doing? The poor kid’s terrified of you.”
Arthur swaggers my way, ignoring how Régis flees the scene with a string of swearwords and a loud bang of the door. He snatches the cup out of my hand and takes a drink, almost immediately scrunching up his nose. “Bleh, way too bitter. I need something more refined. How was that dinner with Dad last night?”
Delicious. “Boring.”
“Same old thing?”
“Yeah. The board, some other old hags and too much food. He was there though, so it wasn’t all for nothing.”
“I’ve booked him tonight as well, I need to get off.”
“You’re not the only one, brother.”
I’m not sure why I don’t mention having met our new professor, but the moment I realize it’s my little secret, it makes my stomach clench in excitement. It’s delicious. Dirty. Like sliding a whisper into someone's ear and watching their world unravel with a smile.
Secrets turn me on. Especially when I’m the one holding the mask and he doesn’t even realize he’s still performing. Especially when the secret is a professor with shaky morals and a mouth that begs for trouble. I never keep secrets, my life’s an open book. I’m as cliché as they come; a spoiled jock with more muscle than sense. Usually, I don’t mind. My twin, and best friend, will be the future CEO of the Deveraux Holding. He’s the brains of the family, always has been. An important role, since it secures my trust fund.
