Free Bad Company by K.A. Mitchell Page A

lying to them when he said he’d loved them, wanted to marry them. Even his mom, if she got news at the spa where she was spending the month to recover from her disappointment at losing another potential daughter-in-law—or more likely, the chance to plan a wedding showing off how rich they were.
    And he was going to have to make them believe it or it all fell apart here.
    Eli looked like he was about to make another dive for the phone.
    “Calm down, Eli. We’ll be the paper who has the in-depth story, and the bigger outlets will come to us to rerun it. Along with your photo credits.” Nate’s voice was calm but full of authority. He kept holding Kellan’s gaze, fixing him to that spot, like Nate knew Kellan really wanted to run and stick his head under an ice-cold faucet and rinse away the blush that lit up his cheeks until they felt like they were smoking.
    Nate had been living with this forever, this everybody knowing. Everybody thinking about what you did in bed.
    “Excuse me. Maybe Kellan doesn’t want to be in your story.” Brandi stepped in front of him like her small body would shield him from evil reporters. “And you can’t do it here without my manager’s permission. Yolanda?” She raised her voice.
    Her protectiveness was sweet, and Kellan felt bad about thinking of her as a walking blowjob.
    Nate jerked his chin a fraction in Kellan’s direction, like Nate was saying Your move, man. What’s the play ?
    Kellan gave Brandi a smile. “This is Nate. My boyfriend.” He leaned forward and kissed him.

Chapter Ten
    Nate met Kellan halfway, mouth open enough to make it more than a casual peck. As his arm came around Nate’s shoulders, Kellan’s breath slipped quick and fast past Nate’s lips. Nate put his hands on Kellan’s cheeks, the heat of his embarrassment scalding Nate’s palm. His action also shielded them for a second as their foreheads pressed together.
    Where Nate’s pinky grazed the edge of Kellan’s neck he found cool sweat. This wasn’t only embarrassment. It was starting to look like panic. “You okay?” Nate pitched the words so they were barely a murmur on Kellan’s lips.
    Nate felt Kellan’s answer first in a tiny nod against his forehead, then Kellan stepped in until their bodies were tight together.
    “Let’s make it good,” Kellan added, so low Nate felt the words more than heard them.
    Nate returned the nod the same way, slid his hands to grip tight on the back of Kellan’s neck and kissed the fuck out of him.
    At first it was just a glide, moving from one lip to the other, soft tingling pressure while Eli’s camera clicks circled around them in a quest for the best angle, the best lighting. Then Kellan’s mouth softened, opened, invited Nate in. Something about Kellan Brooks’s mouth melting under his made Nate the one who was finding it hard to breathe without gasping. Heat flared, snapped loose a hunger Nate had kept caged for as long as he could remember.
    The kiss went from a calculated display of passion to wet and sloppy, Nate chasing Kellan’s darting tongue into the spicy-slick warmth of his mouth. The hunger became open-mouthed desperation, a need that wouldn’t back down. Kellan held on, hand in Nate’s hair, one on his back and oh, Christ, Kellan’s dick was hot and full against Nate’s thigh.
    That was it. Nate could steer Kellan right through the back door, slam him up against a dumpster and fuck into his dick until they both were raw and wet and limp, and still he wouldn’t let go of Kellan’s mouth.
    It had nothing to do with the fuzzy teenage dream of Kellan loving him back, of them having a house somewhere, of them holding each other all night. It was this man, now, the hardness and the taste of him better than anything a thirteen-year-old could imagine. And worse than any torment his thirteen-year-old self had suffered. Because that had been a fantasy. The want howling and tearing at him now was all too real, and even less likely to be