His brow furrowed as his eyes narrowed. “Get the fuck out!” he screamed.
But I wasn’t going to let him get away that easily, not when I just had a taste of all my forbidden fantasies once again.
“Admit it, Warrant. You’re just as much of afagas I am.” Yeah, I fucking hated that word, but it felt damn amazing to throw it back in his big dumb face. The man was fucking out of his mind if he thought he could keep denying this connection we have together.
“I said get the fuck out.”
“Not until you admit what you are—who you are. My soulmate.”
“Never,” he said sinisterly. His fist met with my face, catching me off guard. Then the next few punches I tried to deflect, but it was too late, that first one wrung my bell, and he kept hitting me until my head got fuzzy and I started to black out.
I hit the floor, my whole body crumpled in a half-naked mess.
“Shit, Skid. I’m sorry,” he said, his Jekyll side drifting away as he dropped down next to me. “I blacked out... I—I didn’t mean it,” he stuttered.
But it was too late. Whatever hopes I had for a future with Warrant were gone. No relationship was worth this—not even to the man of my dreams.
His hand fit around my bicep, but I flinched, moving out of his grasp. “Don’t you dare touch me!” I shouted.
“Skid, I’m sorry!”
It brought me back to my past, to the day my stepdad beat the fuck out of me for finding a gay magazine under my bed.
“I won’t have some faggot living in my house!” the bastard roared.
His fists rained down on me, beating me senseless. I was powerless against him. So powerless that I just gave in, pretending to be something I wasn’t for the sake of everyone around me. I didn’t want to be an embarrassment to my mother or anyone else.
Blocking out my hidden desires from the world was easy, but keeping the thoughts from entering my brain, not so much. I still found men attractive, just not men who used force as a way to insert dominance over others like Warrant and my stepdad. I found out later, when my mom finally divorced that bastard she married, that he was in the closet. It wasn’t until she found him fucking the next-door neighbor that she finally figured out what a piece of shit he was.
Not that the damage wasn’t already done, he’d broken my spirit, shaming me into the man I was today. A man so consumed by fear he couldn’t even admit who he really was out loud. But then Warrant came into my life, and I felt like my stars were finally changing, that look of utter devotion in his eyes was real. But I was wrong. I was wrong about so many things.
Throwing on my clothes, I put as much space between Warrant and I as I could.
“Skid, please. I’m sorry.”
I held up a hand, silencing him. “Just shut the fuck up. We’re done, Victor. Forget I even came here.”
He grabbed my wrist, whipping me back toward him, then I felt his mouth cover mine. For a moment, I got lost in his possessive kiss, but then the pain he inflicted on my lip returned and everything he did to me came rushing back.
My hands pushed against his bare chest, and I violently shoved him away. “Stay away from me, Warrant, I have no time for closeted assholes that use their fists as weapons.”
Without another word, I marched out of the room, leaving Warrant behind me for good.
Chapter Fifteen
Warrant
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I pushing him away? He wasn’t asking me to flaunt our sexuality in front of the club, he was asking me to keep it a secret, both of us living the life we always hoped we could.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, hating the man who stared back at me. “You’re such a fucking coward.” I was nothing more than chicken feathers with muscles, too afraid to stand up for what I really wanted... Skid.
No, I couldn’t give in to the temptations. I had to stay strong.
A soft knock on my door had me hoping it was him, but when I found Mitzi standing there instead, my heart dropped, realizing I really fucked shit up.
“Hey, big guy. Want some company?” Mitzi was my normal go-to girl. She was down for pretty much anything and loved getting rammed in the ass. A lot of times when I fucked her, I pictured Skid, and the fact that my room still smelled like sex didn’t help the situation. My ass was in some serious pain, but maybe fucking someone else could cover up these feelings of regret I was having inside.
I pulled her into me, kissing her hard and fiercely like she was everything I had been craving. But her lips didn’t feel right, nor did her body feel good in my arms. Not like Skid’s did.