Page 25 of Home Game

I was attracted to strong opinions.

Topassion.

To fire.

And Emmett wasn’t a woman, but tonight, he had been all of those things. Breaking right out of the cookie-cutter mold I had him pegged in.

Hearing his voice go ragged when I kissed his hand had been like a beacon. Something in my brain had gone haywire. I was having an effect on him. I’d known plenty of gay dudes in my life, and I could tell when a guy thought I was hot, and Emmett had liked my lips on his hand. No matter how badly he might have wanted to sock me in the jaw at the same time.

He was a little bit shorter than me, and he felt small under my hand, in the same way I liked with a woman. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t shoved me away yet.

Hell, if he pushed me back and punched me in the face, I’d probably have gotten a thrill out of that, too.

Emmett’s lips were so goddamn plush and soft, and he smelled like whiskey, which was kind of hot. Fuck, man, I also liked thenewness. The knowledge that if anyone looked over and saw us in the corner of the yard, they’d go wild wondering why I was kissing another guy and there’d probably be sixteen gossip blog articles about it the next morning.

Maybe Emmett was right.

I reallydidlike attracting trouble. Attention was attention, right?

Was that why I’d liked his fist on my chest so much?

I broke off the kiss to breathe in a moment later, looking down at Emmett’s spit-slick lips, glistening under the low light from one of the string lights above.

“Fuck you,” he uttered.

Is this how you look after you come?I thought, the idea flashing through my brain out of nowhere.

I knew a kiss wasn’t equal to an orgasm, or anything, but the way he looked up at me right now… he looked so blown out, his pupils wide, his face flushed.

I suddenly became aware that my hand was still on his hip and I pulled it away, biting my lower lip as my cock hardened under my pants.

“Could’ve punched you instead,” I told him, “but I promise that would hurt more than a little kiss.”

Emmett looked down, bringing his fingers to his lips like he couldn’t believe what just happened. I couldn’t believe it either, to be fair. His lashes were in pretty, dark rows as he looked at the ground, and when he looked back up at me, my chest did something weird all over again.

Why did I keep interpreting him as pretty? As attractive? My brain pathways were all screwed up or something, getting confused by my cock.

He is a challenge, so I have to have him.

“Fine. You win,” he said. “You’ll do anything to push a guy’s buttons, and that includes kissing him, if he’s gay.”

“No,” I said. “I’ve never done that before. That was just for you.”

His eyes scanned my face like he was trying to figure out if it was the truth. “Could this night get any weirder?”

“You afraid I’m going to do it again?” I asked.

“I know you won’t do it again,” Emmett said, sounding very sure of himself.

“And why’s that?”

“I know plenty of straight guys. You kissed me to try to fuck with me, and you were really weirded out by it, weren’t you?”

I actually really, really wasn’t, I thought.I’m kind of weirded out that I wasn’t weirded out by it.

But instead of talking about how I felt, I just leaned in again and crushed my lips to his even harder.

I took the front of his shirt in my fist this time, pushing him back up against the fence, showing him only five percent of my physical force. I felt a button snap on the front of his shirt, so I gripped it even harder. I didn’t give a fuck if the shirt was a thousand bucks. I’d buy him a new one if he asked. Nothing was going to make me back down right now.

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