Page 54 of Clueless Romeo

When she disappeared down the hall, Caleb cocked a brow at me. "Well?"

"None of your business. Now can you drop it?" I headed for the kitchen, grateful when I spotted a fresh pot of coffee. Caleb followed, and I let loose an annoyed sigh.

As I pulled a ceramic mug from the cabinet, Caleb leaned against the refrigerator. "You aren't the only one who got laid last night."

When I looked at him, he wiggled his brows. I scowled as I poured the piping hot liquid to the cup's brim. "I don't want to hear about you and Christa, or you and anyone else either."

Caleb snorted. "I wasn't talking about me, thank you very much."

I cocked a brow as I sipped the coffee, burning my tongue in the process. "Okay…"

"I was talking about our friendly neighborhood Cupid." Caleb smirked.

My body locked up tight. It hadn't even occurred to me that Caleb would overhear anything. Also,gross.

Caleb's brows drew together. "Did you know he was gay?"

I choked on the scalding liquid, gasping in pain. Damn it. After clearing my throat, I asked as neutrally as possible, "What do you mean?"

Caleb whistled low. "Dude isloudand a dirty talker. Christa heard that shit, and now I have to up my game. It was like—"

"Caleb," I interrupted with my nerves unraveling, the mug shaking in my hand. It wasn't a big deal, right? I was going to come out eventually, anyway. Probably. But Roman definitely wouldn't want anyone to know. "How do you know he wasn't with a girl? I'm pretty sure Roman is straight."

Caleb burst out laughing. "Roman was definitely dicking down some dude."

I tried to recall every noise I'd made and cringed at my twin having heard it, though it wouldn't be the first time. But with a guy…that was different. With Roman, well, I didn't want anyone to share those sounds. They were mine. "It's none of our business."

Not Caleb's, at least. I was saved from any more comments from my nosy twin when my dad re-entered the room. "Do you three have plans for the day? I thought the four of us could do brunch in a bit and talk about the opening. Maybe we could pick up those flyers and talk strategy to gain traction. Not the best location, after all."

I hated to admit I'd been more preoccupied with Roman than the impending opening of the shop. Talking strategy was probably a good idea since he was business savvy and had years of experience promoting his brand. I had a feeling I had no choice in the matter anyway.

My dad's surprise visit was also suddenly appreciated because I could drop any conversation about Roman. Caleb was getting too close to the truth, and I needed to escape. "I need to grab a shower before we go anywhere."

I didn't miss the way Caleb glanced at me, eyes narrowed. Curious. He wasn't smart enough to put the pieces together, was he? I looked away and forced myself to casually walk to the bathroom when I really wanted to run as fast as possible.

Christa met me in the hall on her way out, wearing an oversized sweater draped off one shoulder, tight leggings, and fuzzy boots. She paused, placing a hand on my arm to stop me.

She looked at me, and I knew she'd put the pieces together. "I love my boyfriend, I do. But he can be dense at times. We all know this. But I'm not. It was you with Roman, wasn't it?"

I swallowed hard, not giving voice to how her words scared the shit out of me. "You can't tell Caleb, Christa. I just can't—"

She patted my arm, soothing. "I won't tell him it was you. But just know, if you need to talk, I'm here."

Roman and I needed to talk because Caleb was suspicious, and Christa had figured out what we'd done. I just had to hope Cupid wouldn't completely freak out.

Sixteen

Roman

I fucked a man.

Never saw that coming.

Sitting at my desk Monday morning, I stared as shades of blue, green, and silver swished from one side to the other on my screen saver. My mind replayed the sight of CJ's tall, pale, toned,nakedbody stretched across my bed all weekend. How it felt both new and so right, with his sweat-slicked skin pressed against mine.

My cock was getting hard just remembering how he'd looked from behind as he got on his hands and knees for me, the weight of his balls cupped in my palm. I'd had him in so many ways, but there were so many things I still wanted to do with CJ.Anything and everything.I was an addict when it came to him, and I wasn't sure there was a cure.

I groaned under my breath as I attempted to tear my thoughts from the memories of the noises that came from deep in CJ's throat as I filled him, pumping into his tight asshole.

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