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I planted my hands on Sebastian’s chest and shoved, but instead of sending him flying, I held onto his shirt and walked him backward, forcing him to stumble along until his back hit one of the pillars holding up the porch roof.

He laughed, his eyes glittering with amusement, and grabbed my wrists. “Feel better?”

Just for good measure, I slammed him against the pillar hard enough his breath came out in a little whoosh.

“It’s almost like you want me to put hands on you.” I crowded him against it, our bodies flush and our faces so close his features blended together.

“Maybe you’re the one who wants to put hands on me,” he said, wheezing slightly under my weight.

Something hard poked into my hip.

A grin spread across my lips. “Now which one of us is hard?”

His eyes narrowed in a glare. “Don’t look so smug, asshole. You’re rubbing up against me like a cat in heat. Of course I’m hard.”

I pushed him tighter against the pillar, barely suppressing my smile when he gasped and let out the softest little grunt. “Is it because of the friction, or is it because you’re a freak and being manhandled is turning you on?”

His glare intensified and he shifted his body, breaking my hold on him before I even realized he was moving.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed as he hooked his foot around my ankle and knocked my hands off him.

The move destabilized me, and I tumbled backward.

Instead of slamming into the ground, Sebastian used his strength to control my fall, guiding me down so the impact was just hard enough to press the air from my lungs, but not hard enough to knock the wind out of me.

Like a jungle cat, he scrambled on top of me, using his knee to pin down my right arm as he sat on my thighs. His grip on my left wrist and the way he leaned his weight down on it were enough to leave me completely immobile except for my legs.

“The hell?” I spluttered. How the fuck had I gone from being in control to finding myself flat on my back with Sebastian pinning me down?

“Not used to people fighting back, huh?” he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.

“How the hell did you do that?” I strained to get my wrists free from his hold.

Sebastian was only about an inch shorter than me, but I had twenty pounds of muscle on him. How was he winning right now?

“You might be stronger than me,” he said in an eerily quiet voice that was somehow scarier than when he was raging out. “But strength isn’t everything. Some of us had to learn how to use our smarts and not our muscles.”

“Get off.” I bucked my hips to try and throw him off me, but he just adjusted his stance and grinned like I was nothing more than a mild annoyance.

“You’re the one who slammed me against the deck,” he pointed out. “You’re the one who started this. Can’t handle someone else getting the upper hand?” He sat more heavily on my thighs.

I stopped bucking as my dick brushed against his. The slight contact sent a zing of pleasure through me.

What the actual fuck?

Sebastian’s eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t place. “You’re into this,” he said smugly.

“Fuck off.” I glared up at him, not daring to move and risk embarrassing myself further.

I couldn’t hide my boner or my reactions to him inadvertently touching it, but neither could he.

“And it’s not like I’m the only one.” I ticked my chin at his equally hard dick.

“Guess we’re just a couple of perverts, huh?” he said, echoing my earlier words.

“One of us is,” I said, my voice dripping with contempt. Fuck him for making me lose my shit. “And it’s not me.”

He huffed out a laugh, but it was devoid of any humor. “Oh, really? You’re just as hard as I am.”

“You’re the one getting all hot and bothered rubbing up against a guy. That’s not very straight of you,” I shot back, still seething at being at a disadvantage.

“Who said I’m straight?” He leaned closer, his expression a strange mix of serious and vulnerable.

“What?” I went limp under him. The hell?

“I never said I was straight.”

“You’re…not?”

He shook his head.

Holy shit. Had Sebastian just come out to me?

My brain was having trouble keeping up with everything that was happening.

“Are you…”

He’d dated girls in high school, not many, but I’d only ever seen or heard of him being with women.

“I’m bi.” He swallowed, his throat working.

His vulnerability was unnerving, and I forgot to be angry for a moment.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Not here.”

The fact that we were having this conversation at all, let alone while he was pinning me to the ground, was a huge mind fuck, and I was having trouble processing everything.

Sebastian was bi. He’d just come out to me, and no one else in town knew about him.

This was beyond weird. We weren’t friends; we were barely acquaintances. And we definitely weren’t the type of acquaintances who shared secrets.

Was this a secret? Why had he told me? What was I supposed to do with this information?

His hand tightened on my wrist, breaking me free from my thoughts. “Don’t go soft on me now, Miller.”

My confusion melted away and was replaced by…not anger, but excitement.

One of the reasons I’d had such a bad temper as a kid was that, to me, anger felt like excitement, and excitement was close to happiness. When you didn’t have much to be happy about, you latched onto anything that made you feel good. Even if it wasn’t good for you.

Sebastian wasn’t good for me, but our decades-long rivalry was one of the few things that made me feel anything at all.

“Who’s going soft?” I flicked my gaze to his dick, which was still as hard as mine.

He grinned, dark and feral.

I had no idea what to do with his coming out confession, but the challenge in his eyes set my blood on fire. 

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What can I say about myself? It’s kind of like being the new kid in school and being asked to tell everyone a bit about yourself. Anyone else forget everything they’ve ever liked, thought of, and even their name in those moments?

A few facts about me; I’m a veteran, I’m Canadian, and I love books! I’ve been writing my own stories since I was eight and wrote my first novel at sixteen. I’m the first to admit those attempts weren’t my best work, but they started me on a journey of creating stories that has led me to fulfilling my dream of becoming an author. I’ve written and published in several genres under different names, but MM is by far my favorite, and I’m so happy to be able to share my stories with people today.

I currently live on Canada’s east coast with my kiddo and my cats. I have a shoe collecting addiction, and I enjoy taking long walks, discussions with friends, and reading anything and everything I can get my hands on.

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