Page 15 of Chaos Claimed

Santiago softly chuckled. “I’m glad you like how purple this goat is.”

With a deep scowl, Percy pulled away from Santiago’s palm. “Excuse me?”

“You just told me that I’m a very purple goat.” His hazel eyes shined with humor.

“You need your ears checked, buddy. I just said you are a very handsome man!”

“Eres un hombre muy guapo. That’s how you say it, cariño.”

Percy repeated the words very slowly, enunciating each one.

Santiago’s eyes lit up as he smiled. “Muy bien, cariño.” He kissed the tip of Percy’s nose like he was a cute little kid struggling to grasp the language.

“Are you sure that’s the right way to say it?” Percy twisted his lips to the side. “I was an A student in high school Spanish and have been speaking the language since I graduated six years ago.”

He’d even used it on his ex-boyfriends when pissed at them, knowing it drove them nuts when they couldn’t understand his insults.

Santiago’s brows shot up. “I’ve been speaking the language since birth, cariño.”

“Technically, you couldn’t speak at birth.” Could Percy have sounded any more like a catty bitch? He needed a Cosmopolitan and a good lay. He’d never gone so long without sex and feared his brain cells would start shriveling from lack of orgasms.

His hand didn’t count.

“How do you know I wasn’t a baby genius?” Santiago arched a brow. He was so sexy when he did that. “I could’ve spoken my first words right out of the womb.”

The image popped into Percy’s head, causing him to fall into a fit of laughter as he imagined Santiago asking for a bourbon and cigar. Percy had seen him smoke them from time to time. They always made him smell woodsy and untamed. Like rebellion lived between the wisps of smoke curling into the air.

“Feel like going out or would you rather call it a night?” Percy resisted leaning back into Santiago’s palm, telling himself to behave. Although he’d initiated the kiss, he wasn’t ready to take things further.

One, he was still working through his issues related to his ordeal. Two, he always jumped right into bed with a guy, only for the relationship to quickly sour. He didn’t want that to happen with Santiago. The guy had come to mean so much to him. And how awkward would it be to live next door to an ex?

The thought made him shudder.

“Have somewhere in mind?” Santiago leaned back on his elbows, his legs swaying back and forth like he was fanning the tree ten feet in front of him with his taut thighs.

Percy wanted to crawl onto his lap and—Stop trying to figure out the size of his dick, thirsty.

“Flare,” Percy muttered. Santiago’s lazily swaying legs were hypnotizing, making it impossible to look away. Percy might’ve even licked his lips, but he couldn’t be certain.

Thankfully, Santiago sat forward and rested his forearms on his knees, blocking the view of his crotch. “Never been there.”

Percy feigned shock, pressing his fingertips to his chest. “How have you lived in Blackthorn for months and not been to Flare?”

He needed a distraction to keep his hands off Santiago, and a wingman would be perfect. Hopefully, Elijah could convince Matias—the intimidating, functioning mute—to join them. Percy wasn’t really feeling himself, and desperately needed a night out.

“I’m always up for trying new things.” Santiago’s heated gaze traveled slowly over Percy, causing his cock to twitch with enthusiasm.

Wrong reaction. He needed Elijah if he was going to survive this night. He could already see himself, sloppy drunk, begging Santiago to fuck him.

That wasn’t an exaggeration, but a guarantee.

“Give me twenty minutes to get ready.” Percy abruptly stood. If he didn’t get away from Santiago, he would notice the growing problem between Percy’s legs. “Tootles.”

He hurried across the driveway, through his front yard, and stumbled up the steps. Crap! Hopefully, Santiago hadn’t witnessed that near-faceplant. Glancing back to check, he saw Santiago grinning.

Percy stuck out his tongue.

Santiago chuckled.

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