Just a Bit Wrecked (Straight Guys #11) Read Online Alessandra Hazard

Categories Genre: Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
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Fuck, he’d never been so frustrated.

Logan pressed the heel of his hand to his cock through his shorts. At this point, he didn’t give a damn if Andrew saw him doing it. Some bigoted, disgusting nonsense would actually be welcome right now, to help him deal with the inappropriate arousal. Being reminded of what a piece of shit Andrew was would surely help him kill his erection.

But if Andrew noticed, he didn’t say anything. His eyes were half-closed, exhaustion and sleepiness etched into his lovely features.

Lovely.

Logan was kind of disgusted with himself for even thinking that word, but it really fit. Andrew’s features were unbelievably lovely, the orange rays of the evening sun illuminating his sun-kissed face, the tiny freckles on his cheekbones, his long, dark eyelashes, and his plump, slightly parted lips.

Logan wrenched his eyes away. Tried to remember what a homophobic little shit Andrew was. He did remember. His cock didn’t care.

“You think the shelter will keep the rain out?” Andrew said, without opening his eyes.

Logan hummed noncommittally, glancing at the dark clouds to the west. If the wind was any indication, they were going to find out soon enough. They’d become rather good at recognizing the telltale signs of showers.

“Hope it works,” Andrew murmured. “I hate being wet.” His finger traced Logan’s knee absentmindedly.

Logan gritted his teeth. He got to his feet, dumping the guy off his shoulder unceremoniously.

“Dick,” Andrew said, glaring at him sleepily. It wasn’t attractive at all.

Logan turned away. “We need to gather firewood before the rain hits, or we’ll go hungry for days. Go.”

Andrew grumbled something but didn’t really argue. Paradoxically, Logan had found that the guy rarely protested if Logan phrased his suggestions as an order. It was when Logan asked for Andrew’s opinion that they would argue until they were blue in the face.

It made Logan wonder.

Chapter 6

It started raining the next morning, as expected.

They hid in their shelter, the fire crackling merrily in the corner as they ate their meager meal. The sound of the rain beating against the ground, splashing against puddles and the ocean, pervaded the air.

It would almost be cozy if Andrew weren’t so acutely aware of Logan’s body beside his.

The shelter was small. It was just big enough for them to sit comfortably, and the dining area with the improvised fireplace took a good part of it, leaving very little space for them to sleep. They’d tried to make the shelter bigger, but the structure had become unbalanced, so they’d had to settle for an enclosure that was barely big enough for two grown men. As a result, they had to put their bedding side by side, with next to no space between them.

After extinguishing the fire, Andrew lay down on his side, on the very edge of his blanket, as far from Logan as possible, which wasn’t very far. Above them, the rain was hammering down onto the roof, making the space feel more intimate and closed in, as though they were being held together in a warm, careful hand.

Goddammit. He hoped it wouldn’t rain for days again.

He could feel Logan behind him.

Andrew had always thought it was ridiculous when people said they could sense someone’s presence without looking, but now he knew it wasn’t an exaggeration. He could—could sense it with his own skin. Logan always seemed to run hot, his large body like a fucking furnace. It was annoying. It was uncomfortable. The heat was unbearable as it was. Andrew would never get used to the island’s micro-climate: it was too hot despite raining half of the time, the moisture preserving the heat and making it hard to breathe sometimes.

Since they usually avoided ruining their limited clothes with sweat, they both were wearing just a pair of shorts—and Andrew had never been more aware of it. He was used to Logan walking around half-naked, but this was different.

He was in a tiny space with a gay man, and they both were nearly naked.

Andrew’s stomach clenched. He’d seen the outline of Logan’s hard dick yesterday. Logan seemed perpetually hard lately. Andrew had done his best to pretend that he hadn’t noticed anything, but he had. Of course he fucking had. He had functional eyes, and there was nothing to look at on this island besides Logan.

He was in a very small shelter with a half-naked, horny gay man.

What if… What if Logan was finally going to molest him? Would he do it while Andrew slept?

Andrew swallowed as he imagined Logan pressing his body against his and groping his body in his sleep. Molesting him. Groping Andrew’s cock. Stroking his nipples. Groping his ass. Pushing his hard cock against Andrew’s ass while Andrew was none the wiser. The perv would probably pull Andrew’s shorts down and rub his stiff cock between his cheeks, grunting like an animal and taking his pleasure while Andrew slept peacefully, unaware that he was being violated.


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