heat index was rising from this morning. Roman wiped his forehead off with the back of his hand as he walked over to the resource center.
The central air hadn’t been set up yet, but it was a few degrees cooler in there. “Has Steven made it back yet?” Roman asked Taylor as he set the lunches on the makeshift desk.
“Thomas called and said Steven was ready to be picked up. Your cousin was over here, so he volunteered to go get him,” Taylor said as he stocked information pamphlets into clear holders on a table by the large window.
Fuck!
After what happened this morning, he didn’t want Dommy anywhere near Steven. Roman quickly walked from the center to his truck, pissed off beyond words that his cousin was anywhere near Steven.
He jumped into his truck and drove to the recreation center that sat on the edge of town. Roman snarled when he saw Steven standing in the parking lot, backing away from Dommy as he shook his head.
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Roman slammed on the brakes and jumped out, stalking toward his cousin. “What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded.
Dommy spun around, smiling at Roman. He knew that damn smile. It never led to anything he wanted to hear. “I was just trying to give Steven a ride back to the resource center.” Roman glanced over at his mate. Steven looked scared as hell and ready to bolt. He would deal with Dommy later. “Come on, Steven, I’ll take you back.”
Steven shot across the parking lot, his feet moving quickly as he reached Roman’s truck and jumped into the passenger side.
Roman turned back to his cousin, his lip pulled back into a snarl.
“Stay the fuck away from him.”
Dommy’s eyes were flat, cold, and passionless as he continued to smile. “Why? He gave himself so freely to me before. I know him from the city. David used to share Steven. He didn’t complain at the time. I don’t know why he’s acting so stuck—” Roman wrapped a hand around Dommy’s throat, cutting off anything else his cousin might say to him. “I don’t give a fuck what happened before. Stay the hell away from him. Are we clear?” Dommy nodded, narrowing his eyes at Roman as his hand left his cousins throat. “What the hell is wrong with you? I’m your fucking family and you are choosing some whore over me?” Roman had to get away from Dommy before he really did kill him. “Watch your mouth.” He pointed at the man before he walked toward his truck. “Or I’ll forget we’re related and kill you.” Roman slammed his truck door closed, staring at the rec center for a moment as he tried to calm himself down. There was no way Steven slept with Dommy, was there? It tore at his heart to think of Steven lying underneath his cousin. The image sickened him.
Roman tore out of the driveway, getting back onto the main road, as he headed back to the resource center. It ate at him what Dommy had said. Truthfully, Roman really didn’t know Steven that well.
Could it be true?
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“Thank you for coming to get me.” Steven worried his hands in his lap. Roman could feel Steven stealing glances at him.
“Did you and Dommy sleep together?” He ground the words out between his teeth.
“No!” Steven threw his hands up at Roman. “I never slept with him. I swear.”
Roman could hear the fear and tears in Steven’s voice. Was it an act? Roman wasn’t sure what he should believe. He decided to trust his mate. Steven was, after all, the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with. He hoped Steven wasn’t bullshitting him. It would kill him if he was.
Roman blew out a heavy breath. “I’m sorry. Dommy said you two slept together, and it made me lose my mind.”
“But why? We’re just friends, I think. Why would it bother you?
It’s not true, but I don’t understand why you care so much.” Steven slouched down in his seat, looking, for all the world, defeated.
How did he tell this human that they were mates without sounding like he needed a
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