by Lane Hart
“Everything okay?” I ask Abel when he finally comes back inside.
“What do you think?”
“I’m sorry. He doesn’t trust me, does he?” I ask when he goes over and flops down on the middle of the sofa.
“No, he doesn’t. But I think I talked him down from doing anything drastic. I just hope your cop friend doesn’t fuck you over.”
“He won’t,” I say confidently as I go over to him. “And I owe you for everything you did today, helping me pack up Dubois’s things, hauling the bike, teaching me how to ride…”
I drop to my knees between Abel’s legs and reach for his belt, but his hands shoot out, grabbing both of mine and pinning them to the tops of his thighs. His jaw is clenched tight, green eyes dark and heated.
“If there’s anything else, any other secrets, you need to tell me right fucking now, Selina.”
“There aren’t any,” I assure him.
“I’m serious. Last chance. There won’t be another one.”
“Abel, I’m not hiding anything. I promise. The only reason I didn’t tell you about Dubois was, well, I know how bikers work. If I had just come out and asked, you would’ve walked away from me without a second glance. You men don’t like telling women shit, either because you don’t trust us or don’t think we’re important enough to know. But you can trust me, and I want to be important to you, Abel.”
When he doesn’t say anything, I tug on my wrists he’s still holding, but he doesn’t release his grip.
“Let me touch you?” I practically beg. “We haven’t been together since before you left. I want to make this up to you. Unless you don’t want me anymore?”
“It’s not because I don’t want you,” he replies softly. “And it’s not even because I was mad.”
“Then, what’s the problem? I forgive you for whoever you were with, okay? It hurts that someone gave you what I obviously couldn’t, but you’re right, we’re not together. You made that clear.”
“Selina,” he starts and then throws his head back and groans. Releasing my hands, he rubs his palms over his head. “I wasn’t with another woman. I was with Cory, okay?”
“Okay,” I reply softly.
Abel lifts his head to stare down at me. “No, I was with him. He went down on me, and we did…other stuff, together.”
“Okay.”
“Stop fucking saying that!” he shouts as he scrambles off the sofa, nearly kicking me in the head in his hurry to get away.
“What do you want me to say, Abel? That I’m relieved you weren’t with a woman? Because I am.”
“Why would you be relieved about this shit?” he asks as he goes to the wall and braces his palms on it, keeping his back to me.
“Because I can’t compete with a man, can I? No matter how hard I try, I won’t look like one or have the same body parts. Cory’s hot. I get it. Besides, I sort of already knew.”
“How the fuck could you have possibly known?” he asks, with his forehead practically banging against the wall. “Not even my best friends know. Well, one of them doesn’t…”
“I smelled his cologne on you, Abel. It smells delicious and expensive, so it’s pretty distinctive.”
“Wow. You smelled another man on me, and you didn’t say a word…” A choked sort of laugh comes out of him.
“It’s okay, Abel. Really.”
“It’s anything but okay!” he exclaims.
Going over to him, I touch his upper back, and he stiffens but doesn’t push me away. So, I rub soothing circles over the bearded skull king patch on his leather cut. “Was that your first time with a guy?” I ask softly, and he nods silently. “How was it?” When he doesn’t answer, I add, “I’m not upset with you, just mad I wasn’t there to watch.”
“You don’t mean that,” Abel murmurs.
“How do you know?” I ask as my palm keeps moving down lower on his back until I get to his ass. I give it a squeeze that makes him tense up. “Seeing two guys together, especially two as sexy as you and Cory, would be incredibly hot.”
Abel reaches into the front of his jeans and pulls out his phone, then offers it to me over his shoulder. “There’s no code.”
“Wow, that’s not very safe,” I tell him as I take the phone. “But why are you giving it to me?”
“So that you can look at it.”
Finally, Abel turns around and presses his back to the wall, keeping his eyes lowered. “There’s a text from Cory that came in while we were out.”
Unable to resist reading the message, I go to his messages. He hasn’t read the most recent one from Cory yet. It says the ginger is coming into town this weekend to see his sister, giving Abel the perfect chance to see him again.
“You should invite him over,” I tell Abel. “Want me to respond?”
“No. It was a onetime thing after spending years wondering. Now I know, and if Nolan finds out I’m even texting with Cory, he would be livid.”
“Why?”
“Because it was Cory’s fault Nolan went to prison. Sort of. Long story short, Cory was hiding stolen shit for a friend who blackmailed him. The cops came with a search warrant while Nolan was in their apartment, and he took the fall.”
“Then how is that Cory’s fault?” I ask.
“Because Cory knew about the search warrant and what the cops were looking for. He didn’t tell Rita that Nolan must have gone in for the charges.”
“Oh.”
“I should hate him…”
“But you don’t, and that’s okay, Abel.”
“He fucked over my best friend.”
“Did he apologize?”
“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “He was only a kid, like sixteen years old.”
“Now he’s older and wiser, I’m sure,” I tell him. “Besides, it’s not like Nolan has to know about you and him, right?”
Abel stares at me silently. “How can you be so cool with this?”
“How could I not? I like you, Abel, and I’m just happy you trusted me enough to tell me,” I tell him with a sad smile. “Does anyone else know?”
“No.”
“Then I’m really glad you opened up to me. I would be even happier if you invite him over. You both still like women too, right?”
“God yes,” he answers immediately like that was never in doubt.
“Didn’t you like seeing me and Cory together in the hotel?” I ask as I close the distance between us. “If I remember correctly, it got you so hard.”
“I loved it,” he admits as he grabs my waist to pull me close enough that the front of our bodies are brushing when he places a kiss on my lips.
“I did too,” I agree between soft kisses. “Being with both of you was fun. It would be even more fun if all three of us were involved.”
Abel pulls back and sighs. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for all that, having you there while he and I…”
“Okay, then I’ll give you both some time alone. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Abel.”
“I’m not saying I don’t ever want to be with you both at the same time, just not yet.”
“So, I should text him back and tell him yes?” I ask as I type a quick sentence before hitting Send. “Too late. It’s done.”
“What did you say?” Abel asks as he jerks the phone from my hand to look at the screen. “Stay with me while you’re here this weekend,” he reads.
“There’s a question mark at the end of it so he can say yes or no,” I assure him.
Abel groans. “Selina…” he starts, then is interrupted with the cheery sound of a new message. He glances at the screen and smiles. “He said hell yes.”
“I knew he would,” I tell him with a grin.
“I have no fucking idea what to do with him here!”
“Whatever you and Cory want to do,” I reply as I kiss him again, this time slipping my tongue past his lips, making him groan before retreating. “What do you want to do with him?”
Abel makes a pa
ined sound against my lips, before he says, “Every fucking thing.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cory
“It’s great to see you. I’m glad you came and took me to dinner,” my sister says. “But why are you really in town?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Cory. I know you. You wouldn’t drive up here for just a quick visit. And you refused to stay with me and Nolan, so why are you here?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay after the cop scare,” I tell her, but judging by her narrowing eyes, so much like what I remember of our mother’s, she’s not buying it.
“Does this have anything to do with Selina?”
“What…”
“Because let me tell you right now – you do not want to get in a fight with Abel. You might be bigger, but he would hurt you. Bad.”
“I’m not going to get in a fight with Abel,” I assure her with a roll of my eyes and barely suppressed grin.
“Oh,” she replies with a slow blink.
“What?”
“He doesn’t mind sharing his girl with you? I forgot about Abel’s love of threesomes. Guess you’re filling in for Hugo while he’s out of town? No, wait, don’t answer that. I really don’t want to know.”
“I’m in town because I barely got to talk to you at the wedding, and I still feel like shit for keeping you and Nolan apart for years. I had no idea you cared about him like that until after it was done. Then I was a pussy for not speaking up. But I wasn’t just protecting myself. Other people were pressuring me to keep my mouth shut about that stolen shit.”
“You were a kid. A stupid, selfish kid, but still a kid,” Rita says. “I hate that Nolan and I missed out on so much time together, but there was nothing you could’ve done to change his mind about going to prison for you. That was a done deal. Now I like to tell myself that we were apart for a reason and came together when we were finally ready to be together once and for all.”
“I’m sure Nolan isn’t nearly that understanding.”
“He doesn’t go around bad-mouthing you, regardless of what you think about him. He’s a good man.”
“I know. I’m glad you’re with him and that you’re finally happy. You deserve it.”
“You deserve to be happy too, you know. And while threesomes may be…fun for a little while, don’t you want something more serious eventually? You’ve never even brought a girl home.”
“I don’t have time for girlfriends,” I say, which is the truth. Hard to keep a woman happy while I’m fucking other men whenever I’m not in class or studying.
Now would be the perfect moment to tell my sister that I’m bisexual, but in the blink of an eye, the moment passes and we’re talking about the upcoming holidays.
I tell myself it’s better this way, keeping Rita in the dark about what I do with men. It sucks to keep such a huge secret from her, but at the same time, I don’t know how she’ll react. I don’t want to lose the only family I have.
Selina
“Where the hell is he?” Abel grumbles as he paces in front of the front door.
“Can I just say that seeing you nervous about a boy coming over is adorable,” I tell him from where I’m curled up on the sofa.
He shoots me a glare. “This is a bad idea.”
That has me up and on my feet.
“No, it’s not. It’s a great idea, Abel. One that you’ve been looking forward to all week. Don’t let the doubt creep in and fuck it up when he’ll be here any minute.”
Abel shuts his eyes and leans his back against the door. While I can’t hear his inner monologue, I’m guessing he’s about to throw the whole weekend down the shitter, despite how much I know he wants this.
Maybe it’s me being here that’s the problem. He told me he wasn’t ready to do anything with Cory in front of me after all.
“Abel, I just remembered we need more condoms.”
His eyes fly open. “We do?”
“Yes, we do. It would suck to come up short, right?”
“Ah, yeah, it would.”
“I’ll just run to the store real fast while you wait here for Cory. Know of anything else we need?”
“Nope.”
“Snacks,” I say with a snap of my fingers as I retrieve my purse from the coat closet. “I should probably grab a few snacks too.”
“Okay,” Abel agrees as he watches me move around the room. When I start for the door, he opens it for me. “Hurry back.”
“Sure thing,” I agree as I give him a quick peck on the lips, planning on doing the opposite. “Text me if you think of anything else,” I say on the way out the door. I stop before I go down the porch steps and turn to Abel, who is still at the open front door. “Feel free to, ah, start without me.”
Abel frowns, but his shoulders lower like he’s relieved. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. It’s Friday night. I bet the store will be swamped.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he says. “And, um, you may want to check by the clubhouse and see if Leo needs anything. He doesn’t like going in public now with the scars.”
“I’ll do that,” I agree with a smile, knowing he’s not just trying to be considerate of his friend but keeping me away longer also.
“Thanks, Selina,” he calls after me as I head for the truck.
“You’re welcome,” I reply. And as soon as I’m inside the truck cab and Abel shuts the front door, I send Cory a text. Where are you?
The three dots appear, and then I get his response. On the way over now.
“Perfect,” I say to myself with a smile.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Abel
I’m not stupid. I know there’s almost an entire box of condoms in the bathroom cabinet, not to mention a few stashed in the nightstand. Selina didn’t leave because we needed anything from the store. She left because she figured out that I want to start this, whatever this is, alone with Cory.
Not that I have a fucking clue what I’m doing or what we’re going to do.
I’ve been thinking about all types of possibilities this week, though, when I’m alone in the shower or even when I’m with Selina. It’s fucked-up, but all these ideas are in my head, and they don’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.
I thought being with Cory would sate my curiosity once and for all, and then I could move on. Instead, I can’t stop thinking about our night and day together, every second of it – the fooling around and just hanging out. I want to kiss him and touch him now even more than before.
Finally, I hear a car pull up in the driveway. I wait until he knocks to open the door, trying not to look too eager.
“Hey. Come on in,” I say in greeting.
“Hey,” he replies as he strolls in with a black duffle bag in his hand, the scent of heaven trailing him, smelling and looking good enough to fucking lick, starting with his big, bubbly ass filling out his slacks.
“Where’s Selina?” he asks when he stops in the living room and turns to face me again.
“She, ah, had to run to the store and grab a few things. We can start without her.”
“Oh yeah?” Cory replies with a grin before he starts chomping on his gum. “Want to hurry up and get me on my knees, sucking your dick before she sees it?”
“No, that’s not…”
“Not what you want?”
“It’s not all that I want, and I think I could be okay with her watching that sort of thing if you are.”
“Having someone watch makes everything better, doesn’t it?” he asks, and I nod. “Are you going to let me fuck her?”
“If you want to and she’s on board,” I answer easily.
His light blue eyes darken as he looks me up and down. “What if I would rather fuck you?”
“That’s not gonna happen. Not yet.”
Cory smirks, looking like the devil about to make a deal. “Didn’t think so, but I still had to ask.”
“Yeah, well…”
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nbsp; “You would rather do the fucking,” he finishes. “I know. Heard it plenty of times before. Less gay that way. I get it, I do. And if you ask me to, I’ll suck your dick, but first…I want you to take your clothes off and lie down in bed on your stomach.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to see your tight ass. And I brought you a present.”
“A present?”
“Yep. Which way to the bedroom?”
“Ah, that way,” I say, pointing to the right since words are failing me at the moment. I’m more turned on than I thought I would be at his demand that I get naked. When it comes to sex, I’m in charge with a woman, but I think maybe this is what I’ve always wanted, why I think men who are bigger than me are so attractive. And, oddly enough, I’m stupidly happy that Cory brought me something, even if I have no clue what the hell it could be.
“Are you going to lose your clothes?” I ask as I follow behind him.
“Do you want me to?”
I don’t even have to think about my answer before I blurt it out. “Yes.”
“Then they’re as good as gone.”
We come to the dark room, and I reach in front of him to flip the light switch. The bed is made tighter than a soldier’s with fresh, clean sheets Selina helped me put on earlier today. For some reason, I wanted to impress Cory more than I ever have any woman, Selina included. If I asked her to sleep on a bare mattress on the floor with me, she probably would. Which is one of the reasons I’m falling in love with her despite how hard I’ve tried not to have feelings for her. Anything I want, she gives me. Like tonight, for instance. I just hope her flexibility, giving me too much and regretting it, won’t be what eventually drives her away.
“Big-ass bed. Why am I not surprised?” Cory says as he sets his bag down on the bench that runs along the foot of my bed.
“What does that mean?” I ask him.
“Just that you’re the typical guy’s guy – needing a big bed for your big dick to fuck lots of women in, right?”
Since he’s not that far off the mark other than the fact that I shared a bed plenty of times with a woman and Hugo, I start taking my jeans off. My first instinct is to cover my hard dick with my hand so he won’t see how he affects me, how fucking much I already want him. But then I say screw it. There’s no point pretending I don’t want him when we’re already in my bedroom together getting naked.