When Mario sets out to find a roommate for the convention, little does he know he'll end up finding much more.
Is there anything worse than learning you have to share a hotel room with your ex-boyfriend and his new love? Mario has to scramble to find someone else to share with and ends up reconnecting with a sexy acquaintance…in more ways than one.
Jordan remembers Mario from two conventions ago and goes along with his need to find a roommate. Sparks fly between them from their first phone call and everything looks more than promising for a very memorable convention.
But when two tops tango, which one is guaranteed the lead? It ends up being a rough awakening for one of these alpha athletes…
Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Unconventional At Best anthology by Total-E-Bound Publishing
General Release Date: 21st January 2013
No way in hell.
Mario struggled to keep his face neutral while hiding the emotions churning underneath. After years of being together with a man, after all, it was difficult to let go of the notion that he was yours. But he didn’t want his reaction to be misinterpreted. He did not still want Luke.
He just didn’t want to see him—literally—sleeping with another man.
He was able to let his face relax as the pair turned away from him. They stood with hips touching companionably at the kitchen counter as they huddled over Derek’s laptop, looking at the conference schedule. As he watched, Luke raised a hand to lightly rub Derek’s lower back, prompting Derek to absently lean and kiss Luke’s temple without taking his eyes from the screen. You’d think they were the ones who’d been together for nearly a decade instead of only a few months.
Mario knew Luke and Derek belonged together and he would always count them as his closest friends. Hell, Luke had been his best friend since college. But there was absolutely no way he was going to share a hotel room with the new couple for the better part of a week. Seeing them together in their bed while he slept alone...
"I’ll get my own room."
Derek didn’t even look up. "They’re completely booked."
That caught Mario off-guard. "What? The whole fucking resort?"
Luke had the grace to look guilty. "Uh, yeah. I’m sorry, Mario. We’re not the only conference in there that week and they never hold a big enough block anyway. And I’m... Well, I’m used to just booking one room for this every year. Habit." He shrugged—the uneasy, conciliatory gesture enough to make him the perfect target of Mario’s growing discomfort.
"So, because you conveniently ‘forgot’ about your new boyfriend, I have to share a room with you two lovebirds? Great. That just confirms everything I always knew about you."
"Knock it off." Derek snapped his laptop closed and turned to square up against Mario, just as Mario had known he would.
Predictable. Attack Luke, however slightly, and Derek comes to the rescue.
Not that Mario would ever do anything to hurt his former lover. Luke was one of the gentlest souls he knew. But sometimes he just needed...an outlet. A physical one...
God knows, I’m not getting it in bed.
"Luke made a mistake and he apologised. And it’s not the end of the fucking world if the three of us have to sleep in the same room. Looks like that’s all we’ll be in it for anyway. The schedule is packed and then there’s the three-on-three tourney—"
Luke laid a hand on Derek’s arm before stepping toward Mario. "I’m sorry. I understand." And he probably did, more than Mario was comfortable with. His big eyes held an apology and Mario could feel his anger slipping away.
Damn it. A nice throwdown with Luke’s big boyfriend would have been a good workout. Not that Derek obliged him often. No, Mr Cool had to be pushed a lot more than Mario was willing to do in the man’s own house. Ah, well...
"Lo que sea." He was out of here. He snagged his jacket from the back of the chair. "You’re right. We’ll be fine. After all, chulo," he couldn’t resist adding as a taunt to the partner looming at Luke’s side, "we slept together for many, many years. And at least now I don’t have to put up with your hair tickling me as I sleep." That mental image ruined his smirk, softening it into a smile as Luke self-consciously ran a hand over his crazy, corkscrew curls.
He left the house with Derek and Luke no doubt thinking all was settled. And it was. Mario had the time, the money and the motivation. There had to be a way to get another room that week.
Devon started reading and writing at an early age and never looked back. At 39 and holding, Devon finally figured out the best way to channel her midlife crisis was to morph from mild-mannered stay-at-home mom to erotic romance writer. She lives in Oregon with her family, who are (mostly) understanding of all the time she spends on her laptop, aka the black hole.
Reviewed by Rainbow Book Reviews
What a great sequel to Rough Riders!...If you like stories with lots of internal angst and drama, if you enjoy two dominant men battling things out and trying to find their way in the physical part...
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