Page 34 of Twisted Little Game
He hands me his container of strawberries, and I nod, taking one.
“You also piss off all the right people, and I like that,” Weston tells him.
“Only takes one well-timed blow job to make a whole section of society clutch their pearls,” Tate says casually.
Weston and Sev both laugh.
I stay tight-lipped.
How can Tate appear so breezy and happy and talkative, lying back on his elbows in the afternoon sun?
Wes and Sev have no clue about the danger he’s in.
Right now, it doesn’t feel like Tate does either.
“Wait. You didn’t know those photos were being taken of you on the beach, right?” Sev asks.
“No. It was a genuine accident.”
When I researched Tate before he arrived, I saw the photos.
I didn’t look closely, but I saw enough.
A leaked set of photos of Tate Landrey sucking an anonymous guy’s dick got plastered all over the internet months ago, leading to him being removed from his college football team.
“I can’t imagine how violating that must have been,” Weston says. “A private moment, and suddenly the whole world is gawking at it…”
Tate shrugs. “The consequences really sucked, but I don’t mind that people saw me sucking cock. Whether they’re pissed off or jerking off to me, they’re thinking about me, right?”
Wes raises his hand to fist bump Tate.
The image of Tate’s tongue in those photos flashes through my mind, over and over again, unbidden.
He was lavishing that man’s cock. His tongue jutted out over his base, like he was hungry for it.
“You going to finish that, Roman?” Tate asks, suddenly staring at me again.
“Chto?” I say without thinking, forgetting to speak English. “Sorry. What?”
A little smile appears on the corner of his mouth. “The strawberries.”
“Take them.”
I watch his lips wrap around the fruit and I can’t look away.
The fucker knows he’s getting to me.
Weston and Sev hang around for another half an hour, and I see Tate’s social ease playing out right in front of me.
He is a natural at conversation.
He asks Weston and Sev when they started dating, then manages to compliment them both, Weston on his hat and Sevan on his leather belt.
After they speak for twenty minutes they’re already talking about childhood dreams, and how much things have changed since they were small children.
I feel like I’m witnessing a magician.
People are comfortable around Tate within moments.
