Page 21 of Flipping the Script

He shook his head.

Holy shit. Had Sebastian just come out to me?

My brain was having trouble keeping up with everything that was happening.

“Are you…”

He’d dated girls in high school, not many, but I’d only ever seen or heard of him being with women.

“I’m bi.” He swallowed, his throat working.

His vulnerability was unnerving, and I forgot to be angry for a moment.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Not here.”

The fact that we were having this conversation at all, let alone while he was pinning me to the ground, was a huge mind fuck, and I was having trouble processing everything.

Sebastian was bi. He’d just come out to me, and no one else in town knew about him.

This was beyond weird. We weren’t friends; we were barely acquaintances. And we definitely weren’t the type of acquaintances who shared secrets.

Was this a secret? Why had he told me? What was I supposed to do with this information?

His hand tightened on my wrist, breaking me free from my thoughts. “Don’t go soft on me now, Miller.”

My confusion melted away and was replaced by…not anger, but excitement.

One of the reasons I’d had such a bad temper as a kid was that, to me, anger felt like excitement, and excitement was close to happiness. When you didn’t have much to be happy about, you latched onto anything that made you feel good. Even if it wasn’t good for you.

Sebastian wasn’t good for me, but our decades-long rivalry was one of the few things that made me feel anything at all.

“Who’s going soft?” I flicked my gaze to his dick, which was still as hard as mine.

He grinned, dark and feral.

I had no idea what to do with his coming out confession, but the challenge in his eyes set my blood on fire.

Using one foot to propel myself, I kicked the other up and lifted my hips. I wasn’t flexible enough to get my leg around him to throw him off me, but the suddenness of the move was enough to loosen his hold on my wrist.

I took advantage of his surprise and threw our combined weights to the side.

He let out a surprised cry, then a low grunt as he hit the ground. I landed on top of him, my hips between his spread thighs.

“Well, well, well.” I adjusted my grip on his forearms and used my weight to keep him pressed against the ground. “Look who’s on top now.”

He glared up at me, his tank top askew and one of his nipples peeking out from the neckline.

My eyes were drawn to the little peak and the outline of his pec. He didn’t have much chest hair, but I knew he had a dark treasure trail from the countless times I’d seen him shirtless in the past.

Sebastian bumped his hips up, dragging his dick against mine and changing tactics.

Stars exploded in my vision, and I gasped involuntarily as he did it again.

His soft chuckle slid into my ear, but this one was low and throaty, like he was trying to cover up a moan.

Rather than scare me off, the sound fed my anger. Only now there was something else mixed in there that wasn’t just excitement. Something that made me want to shut my brain off and give in to the overwhelming desire to not just dominate him, but fucking own him.

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