Presley morphed his innocent look into one of bratty disbelief, complete with pout and crossed arms all over again.Damn.
“He’s more interested than you know, Josiah, and one day you’ll see. Until then, I’m not giving up. I’m perfect for him, and he knows it.He’sjust scared to admit it. I’ll get him to come around one day.”
“But, Presley, he needs something very specific in his relationships. You don’t know.”
“Hell, yes, I know! I know what he wants, and I’m exactly what he needs. Don’t worry, Josy. When I’m your brother’s boy, you and I will finally be brothers.”
With that stunning declaration, Presley matched out of the room on a mission. God help Everett.
I went back to busy work while the final guests filtered their way to the door. I had walked to the back of the room to do some tidying up and stay out of the way when I felt a presence behind me. I whirled around and noticed Sebastian was right behind me. He walked toward me, and I retreated to keep a polite distance. I triedto have room between me and those I didn’t know. I had reasons for that. But although my brain was saying move back, the rest of me was wanting me to move forward, and it was getting what it wanted. Every time I moved back, Sebastian would advance, until my back was to the wall in a dimly lit corner of the room. He came so close, his chest nearly touched mine. I knew the meaning of hair’s breadth now because I felt him everywhere, even though there was no actual contact. The feeling was overwhelming, sexy, but also slightly uncomfortable. I loved the feeling of being trapped, but it was so wrong.
“Now, tell me, handsome. Are you gonna be participating in the extracurricular activities later tonight at the sauna, too?” His gaze roamed my face, then he scanned down my body before catching me in his deep brown gaze. “I’d love to see so much more of you. I’ll bet you’re a beast bottom when you get out of those stuffy clothes.”
My God, his accent is sexy as fuck. Wait, what did he say?
How dare he!
“How dare you call me stuffy, you Neanderthal! I don’t go to saunas, and I don’t bottom, so you can just get the hell away from me and bark up a different tree.”
I pushed him away, but he didn’t move more than an inch. A glance to the side gave me a view of the room, which was now absolutely empty except for Sebastian and me. At first, I was a little panicked, but a second later I dug deep and pulled up my confidence. I could handle this on my own. I put on my best sneer—I practice in the mirror for just such an occasion, don’t judge—and pushed with all my might again.
“Move the fuck back out of my face, motherfucker.”
I wasn’t used to saying those words out loud and I was a little stunned that I had. I always cursed to myself, but never out loud. It was coarse and showed a lack of control. I didn’t like to get out of control.
After my outburst, he did move back slightly this time, but now that smirk from earlier was back. I hated that smirk. I told myself I hated that smirk. Okay, I secretly liked the smirk.
“You’re cute when you’re trying to be mad. Has anyone ever told you that before? I’ll bet you never cuss like that except in your head.”
Fuck.
How did he know that? I pushed him again, and he still only moved a smidge.
“I’m right, then. No one reacts in anger to things that really aren’t true. We react with violence when confronted with the truth, Josiah. You grew that beard to look tougher, I’ll bet. Yeah, you did. All that formal facade you wear like a disguise. I can tell from watching you all night, you’re bottled up so tight I’m surprised you don’t shit diamonds.”
Pushing him wasn’t working, so I decided if I stood there and waited, he’d finally stop messing with me and move along. I leaned back against the wall and crossed my arms as tight as I could get them across my chest.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish by all this, but you’re not going to get to me. I met bullies in high school worse than you. Just let me know when you’re done.”
“Aww, don’t be that way, handsome. I’m not being a bully. I’m just trying to find out more about you. Your friend, the twink, told me you might be going tonight and to check with you about it.”
“Oh, my God! Presley told you what?! He has no idea what he’s talking about. I’m not like that and that’s not my thing. He was wrong.” He was dead. That brat was going to get my foot up his perky ass the next time I saw him. I was livid and thinking about all the terrible cruel ways I could get back at Presley when Sebastian kept talking.
“You mean you don’t want to go somewhere you can be dirty with no repercussion?”
I scoffed. Yes, scoffed. “No, of course not.”
“Ah, so you wouldn’t want to be in a room of men and watch while a guy begs to get filled by anyone coming into the room?”
This time I huffed. “That’s not interesting to me in the least.”
He looked skeptical, but went on. “Hmm, yeah, so what about a room full of guys on their knees just waiting at a glory hole for anyone who came by to fill their mouths? Completely anonymous sex where you can watch or participate. That’s not your thing either?”
Was it hot in here? It was suddenly really hot in here. My face was flushed, but I didn’t move or acknowledge the obvious flush to my cheeks. Maybe with my beard, he wouldn’t notice.
“No, that just isn’t anything I would like at all.”
“Riiight. So, the thought of walking into a dimly lit room, sounds of moans and lust filling your ears, senses overloaded with sex doesn’t interest you in the slightest?”
