Resist (Sphere of Irony 3)
“Hey.”
I guess neither one of us is good at breaking awkward silences.
I drop onto the couch next to Mitch, desperate for some sort of truce or even friendship if that’s all we can have, though I wouldn’t say no to getting him naked again.
“What are you working on?”
Mitch shuts the laptop and places it on the side table. “Nothing. Just emails.”
“Oh.” Fuck it. I can’t stand it anymore. “Are you gay?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
This time, those grey eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. Under that sexy dark stubble, a deep crimson flush appears.
“Uh… I, well… I…”
He’s at a total loss for words, stammering and turning red.
Without thinking, I reach out and pat his knee, feeling guilty for causing him embarrassment. His gaze drops to my hand before returning to my face. Raw lust has replaced humiliation by the time those eyes finish their scan up my torso and land on my mouth.
“Sorry.” I snatch my hand back. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. If anyone deserves to know, it would be you.” Mitch laughs sarcastically and drags a hand through his sexy, tousled hair. “The truth is, I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Maybe I’m bi, but I don’t think so. I’ve always noticed men. I mean, I’ve had sex with women, but it didn’t…”
He ducks his head and the blush returns. I find it utterly adorable.
“It never felt right?” I finish his sentence.
Mitch takes so long to speak I begin to think he’s not going to answer. “No. It didn’t.”
“It’s okay, you know, to be gay. Trust me. It’s taken me years to realize that what everyone else thinks just doesn’t fucking matter.”
He grunts in agreement.
“Would your parents disapprove?”
Mitch finally looks at me again, those steel-colored eyes locking on mine. “No. That’s not it. Well, I don’t know, maybe. I’m pretty sure they’d be okay with it. Shit, I really should call them,” he mutters.
That doesn’t sound as if they’ll be completely supportive. “If it’s not necessarily your family, then why hide? What’s holding you back?”
“Why did you hold back?” he tosses back.
“Good question.” I absentmindedly rub my hand across my chest. Mitch’s gaze drops and I swear the man’s tongue nearly rolls out of his mouth. I yank my hand away and tuck it to my side. “I guess I just went along with the record label. I didn’t want to ruin the other guys’ chance of success by being selfish.”
“It’s not selfish to be who you are, Gavin,” Mitch states. His eyes finally leave my chest to find my face.
“Right back at you, Utah.”
He smiles and my mouth goes dry. Mitch is just so damn gorgeous—rugged, masculine, with handsome features and large muscles—but when he smiles he’s stunning.
Mitch swallows and I can hardly control the urge to lean over to lick across his delectable throat and taste his skin. It turns out I don’t have to, because just like the last two times, Mitch makes the first move.
Chapter 10
Mitch
My body has never had such a powerful response to another person. Whenever Gavin is nearby, my mind goes blank and my heart skips into overdrive. His face, his body, the way he moves, the way he smells…all of it combines to form a potent aphrodisiac that I’m powerless to resist.
I might not be experienced when it comes to men, but lust is lust, and the look of hunger on Gavin’s face can’t be mistaken for anything else. When his eyes drop to my throat and his pupils dilate, my cock goes from rigid to rock hard. I’m hardly in control of my own body anymore, so when his mouth parts and his tongue swipes over his full lips, I snap.