Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,8

could buy his way through life, and undoubtedly did whatever he wanted while bossing other people around all day.

No thanks.

Donovan broke into an easy smile as he pushed off his vehicle. “Thirsty yet?”

Silver crossed his arms. “What are you doing here?”

Donovan slid one hand into the silk blazer he wore and raked his fingers through his longish hair. Silver hated how appealing he found Donovan to be. The older man was unconventionally handsome, his nose somewhat hawkish, but somehow perfect for his angular features and long, tempting throat. His skin was on the pale side, an indicator of how much time he spent indoors, which made his dark salt and pepper beard a striking contrast.

Donovan had moved close enough beneath the streetlamp that he was able to get a better look at the guy. Long, dark lashes framed Donovan’s blue-green eyes that reminded Silver of some of the clearest ocean waters from where his family was originally from. A spark of the imp danced in Donovan’s irises and a thread of warning coursed through Silver. He had the sense that Donovan might not be as easy to shake off as Silver had assumed. The part he uncertain of was whether it would be him or Donovan who was ensnared by the other.

“I just happened to be in the neighborhood, thought I’d drop by and see if you’d be interested in that drink.”

Silver arched his eyebrows. “This neighborhood?” Silver cast his gaze around. “The neighborhood we’re standing in right now?” He pointed to the ground. “Here?”

Donovan smirked. “Gonna make me work for it? That’s cool. I’m game. We can take a ride, I’ll even let you drive.”

Silver balled his fists. ¡Chinga tú madre! (Motherfucker!)

He advanced into Donovan’s personal space, which seemed to startle the man, but he quickly recovered. “Mmm. I must’ve struck the right chord.” His lips quirked back into a seductive smile. “No need to be so eager, though. I’ve got all night.”

Silver glared up at Donovan then gave his chest a hearty shove, Donovan gasping as he fell against the car. His jaw dropped as Silver grabbed Donovan’s biceps and pinned him with his frame. As he’d suspected, Donovan didn’t have much in the way of muscle, so his height gave him little in the way of an advantage.

Silver dug his thumbs into Donovan’s arms just enough that it might be concerning, but not enough to leave a mark. At least not a bruise. He shoved his thigh between Donovan’s legs then glared up at him.

“What did I fucking say to you last night, huh?”

“Uh, I…” Donovan’s breathing was frantic, his lips parted. “You said you weren’t thirsty.”

Silver almost choked out a laugh, but it would ruin the point he was trying to make, so he held it in. “No, you ¡pendejo! (idiot!) Coming on to men when you don’t know if they’re gay, complete strangers who could easily break you in half, bringing that car to this area then parking it here as if you were holding up a sign saying ‘please car jack me and maybe shoot me while you’re at it’. That’s what I warned you about.

Donovan’s Adam apple bobbed up and down a couple times as he stared wide-eyed at Silver. “Yes, well… You did indicate you weren’t straight right as you were leaving, and er…” He offered Silver a nervous smile. “That this neighborhood wasn’t truly awful.”

Silver pressed his body harder against Donovan’s, but instead of making his fear increase, he was rewarded with Donovan’s boner against his thigh. Silver pushed himself off Donovan in frustration.

“You don’t take anything seriously, do you? I’m not fucking around.” Donovan opened his mouth to speak but Silver jabbed a finger at him. “No. Don’t. I don’t find your snappy comebacks cute or sexy. Save it.”

“Sorry.”

When Donovan lowered his chin then tucked his hair behind his ears, the gesture struck Silver as being childlike, almost sweet. The idea that such a thing about Donovan could be true inexplicably irritated him. Feeling any sort of tenderness toward the guy was not happening.

“What are you sorry about?” Silver had crossed his arms again, but the anger had dropped from his voice.

Donovan lifted his gaze. “It’s a bad habit.” He shifted from one foot to the next. “The bantering. Since I can’t say what I’m really thinking or feeling, I find it to be an excellent substitute.”

“In other words, you’re chronically passive aggressive.”

Donovan sighed and let his head fall back. He regarded Silver again. “I’m…I’m not sure how to handle