Just a Bit Wicked Read Online Alessandra Hazard (Straight Guys #7)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Straight Guys Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
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Vlad didn’t say anything.

Then there was the sound of the door opening and closing, and Sebastian breathed out. Fuck. He and Vlad sleeping in the same room was the worst idea ever. They would either try to kill each other or fuck.

Sebastian wasn’t sure which would be worse.

Chapter 14

By the time Vlad returned from the bathroom, Sebastian had already changed into an old white t-shirt and a pair of shorts he’d found in the closet. The clothes were a bit small, stretched tight over the muscles that hadn’t been there when he’d worn them years ago.

Avoiding looking at Vlad, Sebastian headed to the bathroom.

While he was brushing his teeth, he caught his reflection in the mirror and winced. His lips were swollen, and there were bruises all over his stomach and his legs. At least the ones on his face didn’t look as ugly. Hopefully they would fade soon or the makeup artists would kill him. He had another photo shoot coming up soon.

Sebastian almost collided with his sister when he left the bathroom.

“You look awful,” Julia said, sweeping her gaze over him.

“Thanks,” Sebastian said. “That’s just what your baby brother needed to hear after such a traumatizing day.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. You’re tougher than all of us put together. Also, your worst is still better than my best. I’m not the pretty one in the family.” She pulled him into a one-armed hug and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad you’re okay, dumbass. Don’t fuck your homophobic bodyguard.”

Sebastian suspected that he looked like the proverbial deer caught in the headlights, because Julia started laughing.

Sebastian pursed his lips. “Whatever gave you that idea...?”

“Please,” she said. “I know you, remember? The sexual tension at the table was kind of embarrassing. Besides, he’s exactly your type: an asshole, Viking look-alike, tall, built like a tank, big hands, big dick—”

“You don’t know that. Maybe his dick is tiny.”

She peered at him curiously. “Is it? Strange. I usually can tell the size of the man’s penis by the way he carries himself. I’m positive he’s at least eight inches.”

Sebastian snorted. “Oh my God, shut up. I’m embarrassed to be related to you. Also, I deeply resent the implication that our confidence depends on the size of our pricks.”

Julia grinned and patted his cheek. “Listen to the wisdom of your elders, baby brother. When you reach my advanced age, you’ll realize the wisdom of my words.”

“I’m looking forward to that point in two years’ time,” Sebastian deadpanned, moving away. “Good night.”

“Good night. Don’t fuck your bodyguard!”

Sebastian flipped her the bird and entered his bedroom.

The room was dark and quiet. He could barely make out Vlad’s figure on the sleeping bag next to the bed.

Inwardly cursing the stubborn Russian for tagging along, Sebastian padded to the bed and slipped under the covers.

He stretched out on his back, closed his eyes, and told himself to sleep.

After half an hour of valiant attempts to count sheep, Sebastian gave up and opened his eyes.

The room was so quiet he could hear Vlad’s breathing. It was even and regular, but he knew Vlad was awake. He was positive he wasn’t imagining the tension in the air, taut and ringing, like a string pulled to its breaking point.

He was half-hard, had been since entering the room.

Sebastian pushed the covers off his overheated body.

When it failed to cool his flushed skin, he pulled his t-shirt off, letting it drop to the floor.

He stretched, enjoying the feel of fresh sheets against his skin and trying not to think about the fact that he was almost naked while Vlad was a few feet away.

It shouldn’t have given him such a thrill, but of course it did. God, he was so horny, had been low-key horny since the morning, with Vlad’s body looming over him all day. At times like this, he truly felt like such a slag, his body having a mind of its own and just wanting a hard fuck, and to hell with the consequences. His body didn’t seem to care that his rational side was against the idea of getting involved with the mess that was Vlad and his internalized homophobia. His body just wanted a fuck, and his dirty mind kept creating fantasies that only turned him on. Fantasies like getting out of bed, straddling Vlad’s thighs, pulling out Vlad’s thick, long cock, and riding it hard until he came all over Vlad’s wide, muscular chest. Or maybe sitting on Vlad’s chest and feeding his cock into Vlad’s mouth while Vlad’s finger massaged his hole. Or maybe turning around and taking Vlad’s cock inside his mouth while Vlad gripped his thighs and licked his hole.

Biting his lip to keep himself from making any sound, Sebastian pressed the heel of his hand against his aching erection.

Don’t fuck your bodyguard. Julia’s voice echoed in his mind. Don’t fuck your bodyguard, don’t fuck your bodyguard.


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