Chapter 6

“What’s your problem with me, anyway, Preacher? Is it because I’m gay?”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass whether you’re gay or straight, just leave Ryan alone and we’ll get along fine. I’ve got enough problems without you getting him all excited.”

“Jealous?” Rocco said with a sly grin on his face.

“Please, don’t make me laugh. Ryan and I are nothing more than roommates. I have no romantic interest in him whatsoever. Believe me, I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole. I think you know why. He’s a punk.”

“By the way, how old are you, Preacher? Thirty, thirty-five? You think I want to go to bed with a stupid punk, or a grey-haired old geezer who couldn’t cut the mustard if he tried?”

“Couldn’t cut the mustard, huh?” Preacher yelled, and then roughly grabbed him, pulled him close, and planted a kiss on his mouth that had Rocco burning from the inside out.

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