Page 32 of Just a Bit Twisted
Shawn snorted a laugh, finally realizing who his friend was talking about. “The straight guy you’ve been crushing on for ages?”
“Come on, I don’t have a crush on him,” Christian said with a lopsided smile. “I don’t even know his name.”
Shawn gave him a look that said,Please. “Yup, you don’t have a crush on him. You just stare and drool whenever you see him.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
Christian laughed. “Fine. Maybe. Just a tiny one. But come on, who doesn’t? All girls stare at him and drool whenever he comes. The guy is ridiculously good-looking.”
“So what’s the problem?” Shawn said. “Shouldn’t you be happy you’ll get to have sex with him?”
Christian looked at him like he was an idiot. “He’s straight. It’s not going to be that kind of threesome. We’ll just share his girlfriend; that’s all. Maybe I’m wrong, but I got the feeling the threesome is entirely Mila’s idea—she always flirts with me, and I don’t think he even knows I exist. I don’t think the guy is all too happy about her inviting me to join them. I don’t know… I get the impression he’s the possessive type.”
“A tiny crush, yup,” Shawn teased. “Very tiny.”
Christian’s ears turned red. “Oh, shut it. Anyway, that’s the problem: I’m not sure this threesome is a good idea. The guy will probably hate my guts for touching his girl.”
“Then tell her you can’t do it.”
“I already told her I would.” Christian gave him a sheepish look. “Couldn’t resist the chance to see him naked.”
Shawn shook his head. “You’re hopeless, man.”
Christian grinned. “At least I’m not fucking Professor Asshole. Come on, tell me he has a tiny dick! It would make my day!”
Shawn rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “He doesn’t have a tiny dick. And I’m not fucking him anymore. We’re done.”
He lifted his cup and brought it to his lips, avoiding Christian’s eyes. He thought about the way Rutledge had looked at him back in class: angry and so damn intense it made him instantly hard. He thought about how he’d spent half of the class fantasizing about dropping to his knees before Rutledge and sucking his dick, right there, in front of all other students. He thought about his other fantasies: how he wanted to climb into Rutledge’s lap, shut him up with kisses and then get Rutledge’s cock inside of him—
“You all right?” Christian said. “You look flushed.”
Shawn forced out a smile. “Yeah. I’m fine.”
Just peachy.
Chapter 14
Shawn’s cousin Sage lived in a less than safe part of the city. It was partly why Shawn didn’t see him much. The other reason was that his cousin had been weird as hell after he was released from prison six months ago: he seemed depressed and distant, like he wasn’t even there. At first Shawn attributed it to his aunt’s death—she had died while Sage was still in prison—but it didn’t seem to be the case. Instead of getting better, his cousin seemed only more depressed as time went on. Shawn was worried about him, of course, but truth be told, he had more pressing problems to think about and didn’t have time to visit his cousin.
But since he’d had to drop the kids at Mrs. Hawkins’s place before his night shift, Shawn decided to make a small detour and find out how Sage was doing.
His cousin greeted him with a grin. “Hey, come on in,” he said, opening the door wider.
It took Shawn a moment to recover from his surprise. “You look good,” he said, patting him on the shoulder and entering the apartment. Sage looked great actually; he’d always been the better-looking one out of the two of them. They might share their moms’ blond hair and blue eyes, but that was where the similarities ended. His cousin’s features were far more delicate—hell, downright exquisite. If Christian had seen Sage, he would never call Shawn the princess anymore.
It actually made Shawn wonder, and not for the first time, whether something… had been done to his cousin in prison. If the rumors about what happened in prison were true, with a face like this…Shawn shuddered.
“How are the girls?” Sage asked, pulling him away from his thoughts.
“Good. I have the night shift tonight, so I just dropped them at their babysitter’s.”
Sage sat on the couch, cross-legged, and patted the place next to him.
Removing his jacket, Shawn took the seat. “I can’t really stay,” he said, glancing at his watch. “Or I’ll be late for work. I just wanted to check on you and see how you were doing—”
The door opened and a man walked into the apartment.
