Just a Bit Dirty (Straight Guys #10)(45)

He found Ian’s gaze on his plate, his jaw set as he cut the roast beef in front of him. His thoughts seemed faraway, his eyes cold and distant.

Miles cleared his throat a little. “Ian?”

Everyone’s attention seemed to turn to him, the conversations coming to an abrupt halt, but Miles kept his gaze only on Ian, who finally looked at him, giving him his full attention.

Miles wondered how fucking messed up it was that he relished having that attention on him, that for the first time since he’d left Ian’s house, he didn’t feel off-balance. Ian was looking at him, and everything was finally right with the world. Ian’s eyes weren’t distant or cold anymore. They were intent and sharp. And they were locked on Miles.

Where they belonged, always.

Ignoring the frankly disturbing thought, Miles said, “Can I talk to you? Alone.”

“Now?” Shawn cut in. “You can talk after dinner, Miles.”

The polite thing to do would have been to look at Shawn. But he couldn’t look away from Ian.

It felt like an eternity passed before Ian replied. “Sure.” He stood and headed toward the door.

Acutely aware of Derek’s heavy gaze on them, Miles followed him out of the room.

As soon as they were out in the hall, Miles crossed his arms over his chest and said, fixing his eyes on the far wall, “Is it true that you want to ruin the Rutledges?”

“Rutledge told you that?” Ian said, sounding coldly amused.

Biting his bottom lip, Miles nodded. Bloody hell, he felt so off-balance, unsure where they stood with each other.

“I didn’t know you were that close to the Rutledges.”

Miles shrugged. “Not all that close,” he mumbled, looking down at his shoes. He could see Ian’s black shoes in his peripheral vision.

“But you still moved back in with them.” Ian’s voice had a strange undertone.

Miles shrugged again. “You didn’t answer my question.”

The black shoes moved closer and stopped in front of him.

A warm, large hand settled on his neck.

Miles shuddered, his breath hitching.

A thumb brushed over the spot under his jaw. “You missed one here,” Ian said. He pressed against that spot, causing dull pain.

Miles was trembling so badly he felt like he could break apart at any moment. They were over, they were done, they were supposed to be talking about something important, but now he couldn’t remember what it was, his mind foggy and slow. He was breathing unsteadily, inhaling the familiar scent of Ian’s aftershave.

Fuck, he couldn’t.

His eyes snapped upwards, green locking with blue.

Miles lunged forward and slammed their mouths together, whimpering when Ian grabbed his nape and took over the kiss. God, it felt like it had been years since they last touched, not a week. They should never be apart, not even for a second, a whole week was too long, why is Ian so away, why are there so many clothes between their skins—

“I hate you,” Miles managed between the kisses, his voice trembling as he tried to shake off his needy thoughts. “What did you do to me? This isn’t normal.”

“I could ask you the same question,” Ian bit off before pushing Miles against the wall and shoving his tongue down his throat.

Miles moaned and tried to climb Ian’s body, wrapping his arms around him as Ian fucking devoured his mouth with deep, hungry kisses, his large hands grabbing Miles’s ass and pulling their hips close. God. Miles wanted him. He wanted.

Someone coughed and cleared their throat pointedly.





Chapter 16


Miles would have laughed if he didn’t feel like screaming in frustration. Seriously? Again?

Ian broke the kiss and pulled back.

Reluctantly, as if waking up from a dream, Miles forced his eyes open. He’d expected to see Shawn or Derek. He hadn’t expected to see them both as well as Alexander and Christian.

For a moment, there was only silence, stunned and tense.

Miles darted a sideways glance at Ian and found him fixing his tie that had somehow become loose. Had he done that? Miles couldn’t remember. Other than that, Ian’s expression was completely inscrutable, as if he hadn’t been just caught humping Miles against the wall.

His face warm, Miles clenched his shaking fingers into fists. What did it say about him that even being interrupted by four people did nothing to quell the need inside him? He wanted to be pressed against Ian. The few inches between them were driving him crazy, making him feel off-balance and unsatisfied.

Fucking hell, get a grip. There are bigger issues here than your blue balls. Like the fact that Shawn looks disturbed and, judging by Alexander’s face, this is clearly getting back to Zach.

Miles cleared his throat, painfully aware of how awkward it sounded but unable to come up with any words. What did one say in a situation like this, really? I’m sorry, guys, I totally was going to ask about his evil plans; his tongue ended up in my mouth by accident?

Right.

“Look, I…” Miles tried again, but Ian’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“You don’t owe them any explanation, Miles,” Ian said, his eyes cold as he glanced at the Rutledges. “We’re all adults here. We probably shouldn’t have done this in someone’s house, but people here can hardly throw stones at anyone when it comes to public scandals.”