Just a Bit Shameless Read Online Alessandra Hazard (Straight Guys #8)

Categories Genre: GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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Something about being called Sam’s brother rubbed him the wrong way.

“No,” Dominic said shortly. He knew he was being rude. He normally tried to turn people down gently, without hurting their pride, but right now politeness was the last thing on his mind.

He was angry, and he was angry that he was angry. This possessiveness was fucking gross and messed up, considering that he didn’t want Sammy that way. Rationally, he approved of what Sammy was doing. Irrationally, he was imagining many ways he could kill the asshole who was currently groping his Sammy with his dirty, unworthy hands.

At that moment, Sammy glanced back at him and frowned. It took Dominic several moments to realize why: it was so crowded that the blond bloke was practically plastered against his side.

Dominic knew he should push the blond away.

He didn’t.

It was a dirty tactic; Dominic was perfectly aware of that. A part of him was a little incredulous—why was he doing this?—but a bigger part just wanted Sammy to ditch that git and come back to him.

He didn’t have to wait long.

Soon, Sam was striding back to him.

“You’re a prick, you know that, right?” he said, glaring at Dominic before pushing the blond away and wrapping a proprietary arm around Dominic’s middle.

“Where are your manners, Sammy?” Dominic said, smiling apologetically at the blond, who was looking confusedly between them.

Scoffing, Sam told the blond, “I did you a favor. Ignore how hot he is. He’s the worst.”

Shaking his head in bewilderment, the blond walked away.

“Now apologize,” Sammy said, lifting his chin stubbornly, his arms crossed, his green eyes stormy, spoiling for a fight.

Dominic couldn’t help a fond smile. “Looks like it’s true what they say about redheads’ temper.”

Sammy glowered at him. “I don’t know about other redheads, but this redhead is angry as hell. Apologize for cockblocking me.”

Dominic gave him a bewildered look. “Pardon? I was minding my own business—”

“Argh!”

Sammy was the cutest when he was furious.

Laughing, Dominic caught his fists. “I’m kidding—calm down.”

“You’re the worst,” Sammy said, breathing hard, still flushed with anger.

“I am,” Dominic said with a grin. “Let’s go home. You can yell at me there more effectively.”

Sam opened his mouth to argue, but then he must have realized that a loud club wasn’t a good place for a conversation.

He stormed off. Smiling, Dominic followed him out of the club at a more sedate pace.

The car ride home was spent in angry silence, with Sammy looking out the window and pointedly ignoring him.

Dominic couldn’t help thinking that he was like a cat—a ginger kitten—hissing at him angrily.

“Stop smiling,” Sam ground out as they got out of the car. “It’s not funny. I’m very mad at you.”

“For what?” Dominic said mildly, steering the boy inside the house with a gentle hand on his lower back.

His cheeks pink, Sammy scowled. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. You did it on purpose.” He plopped down on the couch and glared at Dominic. “You couldn’t give a shit about that blondie, but you let him be all over you just to make me—” He cut himself off and pressed his lips together.

“Jealous?” Dominic said.

“Yes!” Sammy looked at him challengingly. “Are you denying it?”

Sighing, Dominic sat on the floor in front of Sammy.

“No,” he said, wrapping his fingers around the boy’s ankle. “You’re right. I’m an asshole. I manipulated you to distract you from that bloke you were grinding against.”

The anger in Sammy’s eyes was replaced by confusion. “Why? That’s what I don’t get.”

Dominic stroked Sam’s ankle absentmindedly as he considered how to phrase his answer.

“Why?” Sammy said again, frustration evident in his voice.

Dominic let his eyes roam over Sam’s face, over the features that had become so dear to him in such a short time. “I’m not exactly indifferent to you. Far from it.”

Sam’s green eyes widened, bewilderment settling over his features. “But you’re…”

“Straight, yes,” Dominic said. “It’s—it’s not sexual—fuck, it’s complicated.” He sighed, stroking Sammy’s ankle. “Over the past few weeks, I got a bit too attached to you. I feel like you’re mine. Just mine.” His lips twisted. “And I guess I don’t like someone else touching what’s mine.”

Sammy’s brows furrowed. “It’s not fair to me,” he said, his voice wavering.

Fuck.

“I know, love.” The endearment slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. Dominic squeezed Sammy’s ankle. “I feel like a right bastard, but you asked for honesty. And this is the truth.”

Sammy caught his lip between his teeth, glaring at Dominic before groaning. “You know, I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to want to punch you for being such a selfish, possessive prick, but all I want is to suck your dick.”

Dominic’s dick twitched. He wasn’t surprised by his body’s reaction. It was a Pavlovian response at this point. He was practically conditioned to associate Sammy’s mouth with pleasure. “You can if you want,” he said before he could think twice.


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