Page 66 of Dance of Defiance
I roll my eyes. “Oh, good. The broken record is still busted.”
His brow knits. “Look, I’mtryingto apologize?—”
“Well, try fucking harder. I don’t even have a drink yet.”
Roman scowls. “Shit, sorry.”
I stand there watching in amusement as he turns and easily pushes his way to the bar. A minute later he's back, holding two shots.
“Thanks,” I mutter, taking the glass of what smells like vodka. I’ve barely brought it to my nose before Roman has knocked his back in one go.
I eye him.
“Should you be doing that?”
He looks at me with confusion. “It’s abar.”
“No, I mean…” I take in the way he’s swaying a little bit. The flush on his face.
“You’ve already had a few, yeah?” I growl.
Roman scowls ”And?”
“No and. Just asking.”
“It’s the weekend,” he shrugs. “I’m having fun.”
“Clearly.”
He eyes my shot, and a crazy part of me wonders if he’s seriously contemplating asking me if I’m going to drink it or not, so thathecan.
I down it, to make sure he doesn’t.
“Be right back..”
“Rom—”
He’s already gone, shoving back to the bar like a bull in a china shop. A minute later, he comes back with a beer for each of us.
I take one, and he clinks his bottle to mine. “So…we good?”
I peer at him closely. “Not quite.”
He looks puzzled. “I?—”
“I’m going to ask you something,” I continue evenly. “And I want a straight answer, pun one hundred percent not intended.”
Roman smirks. “Okay…”
His eyes widen a little as I step right into his personal space and lean close, my mouth brushing past his ear.
“How many times over the last few days did that big, gorgeous cock of yours get hard thinking about the steam room?”
Roman turns bright red and takes a huge swig of beer.
“Val, I’m not?—”
“Don’t even say it,” I groan, rolling my eyes. “I hate to break it to you, but jerking a guy off and letting him lick your and his cum off your still-hard dick before he kisses you isall fucking sorts of gay,my friend.”
