The Trouble With Tony by Eli Easton Read Free Book Online Page B

along with my other brother, Marco. Another one’s a lawyer and one’s a coach. They’re nothin’ like me, though.” Tony looked down at his hands. “Hey, since I’m talking to a sex expert, there’s something I always wondered.”
    “What’s that?” Halloran leaned forward with interest, folding his hands on the desk.
    “Do you suppose….” Tony was a bit embarrassed, but he had always been curious. “I mean, is it possible that I like men because I looked up to four older brothers? You know how kids are. I worshipped the ground they walked on from the time I’d figured out that the toilet was not just a pond for my toy ships. Especially Federico.”
    Halloran’s eyes were warm and reassuring. “I don’t think so. Have you ever been aroused by a woman?”
    “Doc, I told you. Derry, Martin, Jason and Aaron. That’s it,” Tony said. And you . He kept that one to himself.
    “The Fab Four. Right. It seems like your sexual orientation is fairly solid. I doubt being the youngest of five brothers would have made you gay. It might have had an influence on your preferred type, though. It’s not uncommon for a person to find themselves attracted to men who are like their father, for example, or women who remind them of their mother.”
    Tony groaned. “Don’t say my mother. I can’t go there.”
    Halloran laughed. “Or, in your case, perhaps, your brothers. Tell me more about the Fab Four. Describe them to me.” Halloran held his pen ready to take notes.
    So Tony did. It wasn’t hard to dig them up in lurid detail, given the sheer number of hours he’d spent fantasizing about them.
    Derry, his high school crush, had light brown hair and was tall, lanky and a bit nerdy. He was smart and funny, and they’d been friends for a while before Tony’s dick barged into the picture, injecting fantasies of Derry into Tony’s sleep and then invading his jerk off sessions.
    Martin was Jewish, dark and slender with a big mouth. The guy was tack sharp with a thing for detective novels. He’d been in the criminal justice program at NYU with Tony, and he’d had this dream about being a Seattle cop. Ironically, it wasn’t even a year after they’d both completed police academy training when Martin decided to move back to New York and get married. He now worked for the NYPD.
    Jason was a strawberry-blond paramedic with pale skin and lots of blond body hair and freckles. He was addicted to working out and was bigger than Tony. They’d met at an emergency call. Tony had watched Jason save a woman’s life with CPR. And later that same night, when Jason had given him a shy grin and wink while slipping him his phone number, Tony’s dick had stood up to say hello without further ado.
    Aaron was a blond lawyer with thinning hair who’d courted Tony for weeks. Tony wasn’t interested at first. Aaron was a bit too stuck-up, a bit too condescending, and a bit too dry . But he wanted Tony, and that was flattering. When Tony’s dick decided it could tap that, Tony had gone along—and had gotten his heart tromped on for his trouble.
    Lesson learned: Never trust the judgment of erectile tissue. Tony was doing his best to remember that lesson now.
    “It doesn’t sound like you have a physical type,” Halloran said, tapping his pen against his chin.
    Watching him, Tony wondered how stubbly Halloran’s jaw would feel under his tongue.
    “Tony?”
    Tony blinked. “Sorry. You had me scared there for a minute talking about my brothers. But nah, none of the Fab Four looked like them, thank God. I think I’d have to bleach my brain if that were the case.” Tony shuddered.
    “You mentioned the word ‘smart’ a lot,” Halloran said with interest.
    “Yeah,” Tony said quietly. “I like a guy with brains. And guts.”
    He deliberately looked Halloran in the eye while he said it. A light blush washed over the doctor’s cheeks, and he looked down at his desk, frowning. Tony smiled. Oh yeah. Halloran had been so studiously