Chapter 3 CH-03

KNOX

The asshole looked embarrassed for a bit and then to my utter disbelief, a dark smirk slowly spread across his bloodied mouth.

“Well,” he said with a shrug. “Despite the fucked situation, there’s a hot guy writhing beneath me and I’m not dead.”

Then the asshole deliberately rolled his hips, rubbing his disgusting cock over mine.

The heat that rushed into my face was so hot I could have sworn it burned my ears.

“What the fuck?” I screeched. “Are you fucking gay?”

The disgust in my voice couldn’t be more obvious and I didn’t give a fuck.

Ezra’s brows lifted slightly before he casually relaxed one hand over my chest, squeezing my pecs slightly.

“No,” he drawled. “Why? Are you curious?”

“W-what?” I sputtered. “I-I-I…”

“Christ. Relax mate,” he chuckled and squeezed my pecs even harder, sending weird shivers down my spine. “I’m not gay.”

Relief started to wash through me, until he added with a derisive curl of his lips. “Neither am I straight.”

My stomach fucking lurched and the second his attention shifted, I twisted violently and managed to flip us over.

Ezra hit the floor with a grunt.

I immediately climbed on top of him, pinning both his wrists beneath my knees before grabbing his throat with one hand, the other fisting his hair and pulling it back from his face.

Despite the pain in my own body, pride briefly surged through me seeing all the damage I’d done to him.

Then I recalled what he’d just said.

“So you fuck men. That’s disgusting.” I snarled and his lips curved into an irritated frown.

“Seriously?” he scoffed, his words a little strangled from how hard I was gripping his throat. “And people say Americans are the chill ones.”

We are chill, but not to the people who fucked our girlfriends. I wanted to yell at him.

But that was fucking unimportant. The guy was a faggot.

I wouldn’t call myself homophobic because…well, I didn’t feel the need to kill gay people just because.

But…we can’t pretend it’s normal to be fucking gay right?

People like him are freaks of nature and…and…they shouldn’t fucking roam freely, spreading their gay air everywhere.

Anger pulsed in my vision and I pressed harder against his throat.

A voice in my head told me to stop or I was going to kill him, but I couldn’t deny choking this fucker was giving me an incredible high.

I felt fucking powerful.

“If you’re wondering why you’re so shit in bed that your girl practically sang praises about my cock,” he wheezed, his words barely audible. “It’s probably because you’re a homophobic dipshit.”

Asshole.

Most guys would be mad about him saying their girl praised his cock.

But weirdly enough, the only thing my brain latched onto was: shit in bed.

Maybe it was because Tammy had said it earlier so hearing it from this guy again triggered the competitive monster in me.

Releasing his throat slightly so he could breathe, I glared down at him. “I’m not shit in bed.”

The guy narrowed his eyes as if to say, ‘really, that’s what’s bothering you the most?’ then his lips curved into a dirty smirk. “Prove it.”

What?

I immediately tightened my hand around his throat and he wheezed around the dark chuckle he was letting out.

“If you think I’m gonna prove my prowess in bed by fucking you, then you’re sicker than I thought.” I spat as goosebumps raised along all my skin. “I’m not some disgusting freak who shoves his dick into other men.”

Ezra’s smirk widened and he wheezed. “That’s pretty graphic. Besides, I wasn’t asking you to fuck my ass. My mouth is right there you know.”

I swear I didn’t mean for my eyes to fall on his lips. But it did and I felt a weird jolt pass through me.

Cursing under my breath, I glared at him. “Stop with the gay shit, okay. I’m not fucking gay.”

“Not gay huh?” he murmured lazily, his eyes rolling back into his skull.

A warning he needed air. So again, I loosened my grip.

“Obviously not.” I finally replied.

“Hmm,” he cooed softly. “Then why is your cock so hard right now?”

What?

My first instinct is to punch the asshole in the mouth and yell that I didn’t have a boner.

But as the fucker mentioned it, even if I didn’t have one before, I could feel every drop of the blood running through my veins instantly change direction and flood straight into my dick.

God, what the fuck was happening? Fuck!

As if to prove a point, Ezra shifted beneath me and brushed his hips upwards against mine.

The friction sent a sharp pulse through my body and I nearly choked on my next breath. Shit.

“Stop doing that,” I bit out, my entire body trembling. “That’s…that’s fucking gross.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m not hard,” I added desperately. “That’s just my phone you’re feeling.”

Ezra Monroe stared at me for a beat and then before I could say anything, he yanked one hand free from where I pinned it and slid it between us.

My entire body locked up as he grabbed my raging dick through my jeans.

A shocked shiver ripped through me so violently my hips jerked forward into his grip.

Ezra’s eyes darkened instantly.

“Hm,” he mused softly while slowly squeezing it through my jeans. “Funny shape for a phone, yes?”

I stopped fucking breathing.

Heat spread everywhere, all at once, dizzying beneath my skin.

This was wrong.

So fucking wrong.

He was a man.

The asshole who fucked my girlfriend.

The asshole I despised.

And most importantly, I’m not gay. I’ve never been gay.

So why the fuck was my body reacting this way?

Ezra slowly lifted his head upward until his mouth hovered inches from mine.

He was so close that I could smell the copper and mint on his breath.

Suddenly, his tongue slipped out.

And licked the blood from my split lip.

My entire fucking brain glitched out for a second before violently snapping back into place.

Screeching, I shoved away from him, crab walking on my arms as horror washed over me.

Panic exploded in my chest and without another word, I stumbled to my feet and bolted out of the dorm.

As I shot through the long hallway, it felt as though everyone I passed could see through me.

They all could tell I just got a fucking boner. While beating up the guy who fucked my girlfriend.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Disgust washed over me and I nearly threw up, holding up my hand in front of my pants.

There had to be some explanation. I wasn’t a fucking faggot. I was a normal man who has always and will always be attracted to only women.

What happened was a mistake. All the tension and adrenaline had nowhere to go and rushed to my dick.

I couldn’t be fucking gay.