Fierce & Fabulous (Sassy Boyz) Read Online Free Page B

or someone. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to lose his shit and forget everything that had happened in the past two hours.
    He couldn’t do any of that. He couldn’t even fucking stand because of the raging boner that wouldn’t fucking die. His heart thudded like a goddamn jackhammer. Not letting him deny. Not letting him forget. He’d never forget the fact that he’d kissed a dude.
    And he’d loved every fucking minute of it.
    God, how far would he have gone if his sister wasn’t sitting three feet away? Would he have taken the guy into the bathroom and gotten his dick sucked? Jesus Christ. Yes. He couldn’t lie to himself. Yes. He would’ve loved to watch those goddamn lips devour his cock. To see those gorgeous big green eyes blinking up at him with the long lashes and the sexy eye shadow. And he wouldn’t have cared that they belonged to another man. He wouldn’t have cared one fucking bit.
    He had to calm down. He needed to get himself under control because damn, he wasn’t alone. He could feel his sister and her friends staring at the back of his neck, waiting.
    The dancer had played the whole thing off as lighthearted and fun, thank the Lord. Hell, that’s probably all it was to the guy, just one more lap, one more dance. And Fitch couldn’t—wouldn’t—dwell on that because it was his only safeguard at the moment. Right now, all he needed to do was keep the charade going.
    With a deep breath, he plastered on the are-you-happy-now face his sister knew so well and turned to face the music.
    “Satisfied?” he asked with as much calm and nonchalance as he could muster.
    Meg blinked at him, her eyes wide, and for once in her life she didn’t speak, she just nodded.
    Thank God for her girlfriend, who stood and pulled Meg onto the dance floor with an, “Oh my God. I love this song.”
    The rest of the group followed, leaving him in peace. For that blessing alone, he’d have to go to church on Sunday to thank the big man upstairs. He grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped his mouth, just in case. He didn’t want to go the rest of the night wearing evidence of the kiss. He wished there was such a thing as a napkin for your brain, but he knew these memories wouldn’t be removed so easily. He’d be lucky if he could ever think of anything but the seductive feel of that hard body beneath his hands or the scent of that addictive perfume.
    He sighed. God fucking damn it. Motherfucker. What was he going to do? He looked down at the napkin, at the faint red smear across the pristine white surface, and the rest of his life played out in front of him, clear as day. His future was plain as the paper he crumpled in his fist. He had a plan and one little kiss wasn’t going to change his whole life. Even if, deep down, he kind of wished it had.
    He stuffed the napkin in his pocket and looked toward the bar to see if he could flag down a waitress. He couldn’t get swamp-ass drunk tonight because he was the designated driver, but another Coke would help wash away the sweet taste of the dancer’s kiss.
    * * *
    “Terry, give me the rainbow.” Ansel ran a shaky hand through his hair and avoided eye contact with the bartender.
    “The full rainbow? You all right?”
    “Fine. I just need a little color in my life.”
    “Don’t we all, sugar, don’t we all.”
    Ansel kept his head turned toward the dance floor. The last thing he wanted to do was explain the roil of emotions threatening to drown him.
    How could he even begin to? It didn’t make any fucking sense.
    It was just a silly little kiss, nothing to get flustered over. Except he was. His heart was beating a wild cadence and he was struggling to catch his breath. All because some stranger had looked at him— seen him.
    Really seen him .
    Fuck.
    He just needed to get drunk or—even better—high as a fucking kite. Erase all these pesky emotions and float away into the clouds.
    Lirim probably had a stash in his bag.
    Terry went to prepare the drinks, leaving