Here is a little teaser for chapter 3 of Good Mistakes and Bad. A little longer than usual, but I donât think any of yâall will mind.
Enjoy my lovelies!!!
âThat didnât take much convincing.â
The Omoticaya rolled his eyes at that, âI said maybe.â
At that, the fingers at his waist dug, ever so slightly, into the sensitive skin there, knocking the wind out of the man under their grasp. The owner of those fingers leaned closer, until his lips brushed against the other manâs ear, âAnd I know how to turn that maybe into an âoh yes, Aoânung, righ-ââ
The man beside him pressed his hand over the Metkayinaâs mouth and snapped, âFocus on your work or I will leave and you can find someone else to talk into your bed tonight.â
âSo serious, Neteyam. You should let me help you with that,â Aoânung persisted, wriggling away from the hand that had been clasped over his mouth. Before the man at his side could say anything, he added, âAnd I didnât think youâd be into something like gagging, but I am more than willing to work with that.â
âSomeone really should gag you. Now, work,â Neteyam grumbled, turning back to his notebook. He just had to hope that the Metkayina would take the hint.
âI donât see why you take this tutoring thing so seriously,â the larger man stated, but turned to begin working on the circled questions, nonetheless.
âBecause one of us has to take your grade seriously, and apparently, thatâs me,â the Omoticaya retorted, his pencil scratching against his paper once again.
âAw, so you do like me after all,â the larger man teased. Neteyam didnât miss the way those blue eyes gave him a quick glance before going back to the paper.
Deciding to play nice, the darker skinned man confirmed, âYou are almost tolerable, when youâre not trying to get your hand in my pants.â
The man with yellow eyes didnât have to look over to know that the Metkayina wore a shit eating grin. Keeping his voice low, in case anyone was to pass their table, he argued, âWe both know that your favorite thing about me is that I shove my hand in your pants.â
Great Mother, Neteyam knew better than to humor the other man, but there was something so exhilarating about talking about such a thing in public. He would definitely have to give himself a serious talking to later. But for now, he played along, humming, âWell, I can think of something I like more.â












