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“Do you want another drink?” he asks against my ear.
“Good idea.” I nod, and he grabs my hand, leading me through the crowd of dancing people to the bar. The line isn’t too long, so we don’t have to wait more than a few minutes.
“Hey, Holden, getting into trouble already?” The man behind the bar laughs. Holden wags his eyebrows and looks at me with a big smile on his face.
“Only the best kind.”
The bartender smirks at Holden, then looks to me. “What can I get you?”
“Two shots of vodka, please,” I tell him.
Two shot glasses are set in front of me, and he fills them. I toss back both quickly with barely more than a hiss after the second one.
“That was sexy as fuck,” Holden says, leaning on the bar. I laugh and pay for my drinks with my wristband, and we wander away.
As we find something to do, Holden keeps glancing over my shoulder.
“You think if I kissed you, he’d deck me?”
“One hundred percent.” Shit. I should have denied that. Goddamn it.
On the outside of the crowd, Holden grabs my hand and spins me. A laugh builds up in my chest and a smile splits my face at the motion. We dance around, laughing and just moving, nothing sexual or heavy, just letting the energy of the night surround us. We get more drinks, letting the alcohol blur the complications until I just don’t care anymore.
I trip, stumbling over my own feet, and fall into Holden’s chest, laughing. He catches me, but before I can look up at him, I’m jerked away from him with a harsh grip on my arm.
“Get the fuck away from him.” That low, possessive tone has a shiver racing up my spine. Asher.
For a second, I let myself lean into him. I allow myself to be comforted by his presence. Asher wraps an arm around my body, his skin hot against the thin fabric of my shirt.
Holden looks between us, watching carefully. “Legs, you good?”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble. I inhale Asher’s sensual cologne and try not to nuzzle his neck.
Holden holds up his hands and backs away.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” Asher bites out and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the beach and toward the trees. “Letting that fucker touch you? I should break his fucking hands.”
“You had that woman’s tits on you!” I yell back, allowing my frustration at the situation to bleed through. “You aren’t being careful, so I have to!” I jerk my hand out of his grasp and stop. “You’re forcing my hand to fucking protect you.”
“Who asked you to?” He spins around, crowding me against the side of a building hidden in the trees. “I didn’t.”
“You have no idea what this could do to you, to your career! Your life as you know it will be over!” I shout, shoving at his chest and getting even more frustrated when he doesn’t budge. “I might not be a famoussports ballplayer, but I’ve been out, publicly, for years. Every time a mic is shoved in my face, I’m asked about my sex life. How my parents feel about it. Were they accepting? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you top or bottom? Is it true all gay men love sucking dick? Do you dress like a girl because you wish you were one, or do you just want to be treated like one?” I’m yelling by the end, panting as my anger takes over. It hums into my body until I want to cause damage. I want to hurt someone. I want him to bleed inside just as much as I have.
“Have you ever had men look at you sideways, shifting uncomfortably because they think you’re checking them out? Had them not want to sit next to you or share a bathroom with you? Or sneer at you, calling you horrendous names?” I shove at him again. “I have. Every single one of those things. It hurts every goddamn time!”
Asher drops his forehead to mine, sharing my air as I vibrate with fury.
“Now imagine it’s your teammates. Guys you think of as your friends now don’t want to share a locker room or a shower with you. Won’t sit next to you on the bus or plane.”
“Stop,” Asher says, pulling me against him.
“It only takes one bad, convincing person to turn a room.”
He slams his lips over mine, forcing me to stop talking by shoving his tongue into my mouth.
With a hand on my throat, he releases my mouth.
“You don’t want me to come out? Fine. I’ll make sure you don’t leave that fucking villa without me dripping from your stretched-out hole.”
