Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“What?” Oliver blinked up at him in shock.
“I know. I know. But this is too important. We’re too important.” He winced as his cock protested. “Give me a second.”
He stepped around him and away from the door, back turned so he could work at tugging his zipper over his protesting erection. He heard loud male laughter in the hallway and tried to speed things up in case someone came knocking. “I promise, I’ll make this up to—”
The door slammed and he looked over his shoulder, swearing. Oliver was gone. “What in the—?”
What the fuck was that about? Did he think Matthew was rejecting him? Or had he come to his senses and freaked out over how close they’d been to being caught? Either way, the Oliver he knew didn’t just walk away without a word.
Before he could make sense of the sudden absence, Oliver’s voice trickled in from the other side of the door. He couldn’t tell what he was saying, but he didn’t sound happy.
Straightening his clothes, Matthew rushed out into the narrow hall and saw Oliver confronting a stranger. Hispanic, taller than Matthew by a few inches, wearing a bulk of showy muscle, a stained tank that had seen better days and an undeserved swagger that instantly set his teeth on edge. And that was before he heard what he was saying.
“Come on, princess. Cut this shit out. We both know you don’t mean it.”
“I already kicked you in the junk once. I meant it then and I’ll do it again if you don’t get out of my way.”
The man trapped Oliver against the wall between his thick arms, obviously unconcerned. “For a ballerina, you’ve got a weak kick, O. Even with those new moves, you barely touched me. Maybe you don’t really want to hurt me.”
“I’m not a ballerina. And I really do want to hurt you.”
“Whatever.” He smirked. “Look, we don’t need to upset anyone by causing a scene. Your family loves me and they want me here. You need to deal with that. Accept that I’m not going anywhere. If you treated me with a little more respect, you might realize I’m a good man for you to keep around.”
“Back off, Emilio.”
Motherfucking Emilio.
Matthew was already seeing red, but realizing he was finally within arm’s reach of the son of a bitch who’d been harassing Oliver made it impossible for him to rein in his rage.
“Hey. Asshole.”
Emilio shouted in surprise as Matthew fisted the back of his shirt, dragging him away from Oliver to slam him against the opposite wall. “What the hell, man?”
Matthew let Emilio push him back with a smile that would have scared a smarter man. “Well, this is disappointing. You’re nothing but a walking stereotype, aren’t you, Emilio? Think you’re a tough guy? You’re a joke. A big, scary phony, afraid someone will see him for what he is.”
Emilio glared but wisely held up his hands. “You’re crazy and I don’t even know you. But if you touch me again, I’ve got friends around that corner who will carry you out of this restaurant and hold you down while I fuck you up.”
Matthew sighed. “So predictable. Did your tiny dick fall off when Oliver kicked it the way I taught him to? You’ve got friends. What’s next? Should we call your mommy for backup?”
“Matthew, it’s okay. He’s not worth it.”
He saw Emilio register Oliver’s words and what they meant, and knew he would try and make a move. Matthew also knew it wouldn’t be a fair fight. Which is why he shouldn’t give him the beat down he deserved.
He’d just hit him a little.
He dodged the clumsy punch and got Emilio in the kidney, making the man groan and clutch his side. “You don’t come near him anymore, you got me? I don’t care who invites you over, you politely decline from now on.”
Emilio backed up and Matthew followed, knowing he wasn’t done. “He’s not your plaything. He doesn’t want you.”
“Because you think he wants you?” Emilio muttered resentfully, still keeping his distance.
Matthew leaned in closer. “I know he does.”
“What’s going on, E? Is this guy messing with you?” The other man’s voice drew Matthew’s attention just long enough for Emilio to rear back and punch him in the face.
“Matty!” Oliver cried.
“Hey now!”
“What the hell?” That came from Rig and Rory.
But Matthew kept his eyes on Emilio, reaching up to wipe the blood off his smiling lips. “That’s grand,” he chuckled. “Thank you.”
He sent his fist rocketing into the sweet spot just under Emilio’s jaw. There was a satisfying connection of bone on bone and, a split second later, it was like watching a light switch turn off in the shit bag’s head.
Nighty night.
Matthew stepped away and watched the much bigger man fall flat on his back in the middle of the crowded restaurant.