Page 29 of The Dom with the Kink Monsters

The door banged shut behind them and they were alone in the dirty alleyway, aside from a dumpster and whatever vermin made it their temporary home. Alone. How the fuck had this seemed like a good idea?

He was turned on just thinking about the fact that the last time they’d been alone things had gotten out of hand. That pissed him off. How dare Mack make him question such a well-known part of himself? Ramsay Park wasn’t into guys. Not even a little.

So why was this one driving him crazy?

“Man...” Words jumbled in his head. He was going to have to let him down politely. They worked too well as a band to have this fuck it up. As it was, he was sure that Mack’s priorities were the same. It was just a matter of addressing this now, before there were misunderstandings and tension. He looked around to make sure there wasn’t a drunk taking a piss nearby or something, but they were really and truly alone. It seemed like a good idea to start carefully.

“I’m...flattered that you’re interested in me, but I don’t swing that way. You know what I mean? No offense to you or anything.”

Mack’s smirk was sexy and Ramsay longed to wipe it off of his face. With his dick.

What the fuck?

“I think you’re lying to yourself.” Mack stepped closer. Ramsay had been sowrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t seen him move.

They were almost toe to toe. Mack was only slightly shorter than he was, wiry where Ramsay was thickly muscled. He could overpower him without much effort, now that he knew Mack fought dirty. The tension between them sang in his ears, like someone had hit a tuning fork and put it between his teeth.

“It’s true, Mack. I’m not into guys. I don’t know what’s going on with this weird energy between us, but it’s probably just from being musically compatible.”

The tilt of Mack’s brow and gleam in his eyes were mocking. Being the one on less stable footing didn’t work for Ramsay. He couldn’t just let Mack have the upper hand in this.

Drawing himself up to full bulk, he backed Mack step by step across to the opposite alley wall. “Don’t fuck with me,” he growled. “We can work around this for the good of the band, but don’t delude yourself into thinking this gives you the upper hand with me.” He stared down at Mack, trying to exude his most impressive alpha male confidence.

In automatic response, Mack averted his eyes and turned his head away, his neck exposed and vulnerable. Ramsay reined in the urge to bite him.

Fuck, his dick ached, but he was damned if he would adjust himself.

“So what? You’re going to dom me into not being interested? I hate to have to tell you this, but it’s backfiring.”

“I’m not into you,” Ramsay snarled, his face so close to Mack’s neck that he could smell his soap, his sweat.

The smaller man squeezed his eyes shut and swore. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. There aren’t many guys I’m attracted to, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Thinking about me?”

Mack turned to look at him and their faces were so close that one slip and they’d be kissing.

Instead of answering, Mack grabbed Ramsay’s cock through his jeans.

Oh, fuck.

He felt it throbbing in Mack’s firm grip, the traitorous thing. What was the appropriate response? Should he deck him?

Mack’s hand was so different than his own or Saya’s. He traced the edge of a short fingernail over the head of his cock and Ramsay groaned despite himself. Being likethis with a guy he professed not to be sexually attracted to, in an alleyway, was so freaking perverted.

“Your cock likes me, even if you don’t,” Mack said slyly. He unbuttoned Ramsay’s jeans and started to unzip them before Ramsay could stop him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ramsay hissed, grabbing Mack’s arm and pulling him up just as he started to sink to his knees. He looked around anxiously, but didn’t see any security cameras. This wasn’t exactly a secluded spot. Someone could come out the door any minute.

“You seem uncomfortable. I can fix that for you, if you’d like. Or you can go back in and suffer through the next few hours until you can drag Saya home and fuck her. You’ll feel guilty about using her to work off frustration you have because of me, if you do.”

Shut up, shut up!

In desperation he clamped his mouth over Mack’s. He had to make him stop talking because he was starting to make sense.

There was no way he wanted Mack to suck his dick. No.

Mack made a helpless noise and his lips started to move under Ramsay’s. He kissed Mack hard, punishing him for all of it. It was his fault. Ramsay didn’t want this – any of it!

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