by Lane Hart
“The future is still unknown,” Selina remarks. “Yes, I want kids, and Abel seemed amenable to the idea way down the road. If you don’t want any by the time we do, then that could work a wedge between us. That’s the only real problem I see.”
“And marrying him?”
“There’s more to being in a committed relationship than a ring or a piece of paper. There has to be trust and a willingness to make it work, even through shitty times. Plenty of marriages fail even with all their vows and promises, you know?”
“Yeah, I do,” I say, and we both smile at the use of that particular phrase.
Then, Selina’s eyes narrow as she studies me. “Is this really about what you think I may want or what you want, Cory? Do you want the wedding and the ring?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
“The big ginger is a romantic,” Selina whispers to herself. “Who would’ve guessed?”
“If I’m with someone, I need guarantees…”
“There are no guarantees, not in relationships and not in life! You of all people should know that. Your parents didn’t have a choice in what happened to them, just like Dubois didn’t know he was going to be murdered. I’m sorry you lost them, but they could’ve made us promises that nothing bad would ever happen to them all they wanted, and it wouldn’t have made a difference. Sometimes in life we don’t get to make our own decisions.”
“So then why take the risk at all if it’s going to end badly?” I ask her.
“Because it could be amazing while it lasts!” she says simply. “It would be stupid to spend what little time we have in this life wondering what if instead of having the courage to take the chance and find out. And I can think of a lot of things worse than being with two people who love you.”
“Yeah, like being alone with no one loving you,” I remark.
“Exactly!” she exclaims. “I think Abel was the first person to really love me. At least he was the first one to ever tell me he did.”
“Not even your parents?” I ask her.
“No. There was no time for hugs and sweet words in a house that crazy.”
“My parents would tell me and Rita that they loved us every day. But my sister and I have never said it to each other.”
“She loves you just like I love all of my brothers and sisters and parents. You don’t have to say the words to mean them for family. The words are nice to hear for confirmation, though.”
“I can see why Abel loves you,” I tell her truthfully. “He deserves it after what he’s been through.”
“He finally told me about his parents. Seeing you…it brought up those memories…”
“Fuck, I didn’t even think about that.”
“You had enough to worry about,” Selina replies. “Besides, it wasn’t your fault that someone hurt you.”
“Still, I hate that seeing me in here made him remember his shitty past. What kind of parents say they would rather their kid was dead than gay?”
“I don’t know.” She sighs heavily. “Awful ones who care more about appearances than seeing their children happy?”
“It’s funny that I think my parents would’ve been okay with me being bisexual, and yet I’m too scared to tell my sister. It’s just, I’ve always been such a pain in her ass. What if it’s the straw that breaks her back? I think I was waiting to tell her when I finally settled down so she would know it wasn’t a phase or another one of my whims…”
“I don’t think Rita will care about who you’re attracted to or love.”
“Then maybe I’ll tell her soon if Abel sticks around and wants to.”
“Good,” she says, just as Abel walks through the door.
Since I only vaguely remember parts of our earlier conversation, I’m glad to see him.
“Hey, you’re awake again,” he remarks.
“Where have you been?” I ask. My gaze drops to his hands, one of which is holding my duffle bag, looking for busted knuckles. But they all look perfectly intact. Huh. Guess Hayworth is still out of town. Luckily for him…
Abel holds up the bag. “I went by your apartment, and Kenny helped me grab some of your things – a change of clothes, toothbrush, phone charger, that kind of thing.”
“Oh. Thanks,” I reply.
Selina walks over and gives him a sideways hug and kiss. “That was nice of you. I thought you were just going to grab a bite to eat.”
“You don’t have to cover for him,” I tell her.
“I’m not!”
Abel places the duffle on the empty counter and unzips it, pulling out a bag of greasy fast food. “I did eat, and I also brought back two burgers in case you two were hungry.”
Great, so he’s a better liar than I expected. Which worries me even more.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Selina
Sunday morning, while I’m tidying up Cory’s bedroom the day after he came home from the hospital, I saw a story on his phone he had left open before he fell asleep. The school newspaper was reporting on the vandalism of a football player’s sports car, something like a $100,000 Audi convertible. There were speculations that it could’ve been a rival team, but as soon I saw the car was busted up with a specific word on it, homophobe, I knew it wasn’t another team.
It was a ruthless, angry person. Savage even.
A person who I’m starting to know pretty damn well.
So, while Cory is still asleep, I grab Abel’s arm and drag him to the living room, quietly shutting the bedroom door behind me.
“What did you do, Abel?” I snap at the biker.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbles in a rush while crossing his arms over his chest.
“Yes, you do! You totaled that asshole’s car, didn’t you. Don’t lie to me, Abel.”
“Fine,” he huffs. “I totaled his car. But I used restraint and my head, like you suggested. A car can be replaced. At least he’s not in the morgue…”
“This will come back on Cory!” I whisper yell at him.
“No, it won’t because I’m not leaving him alone in this apartment. If the fucker comes back, I’ll shoot him and kill him, protecting Cory. Then, it’ll be self-defense.”
“Oh my god,” I groan as I sit on the sofa and bury my head in my hands.
“I didn’t even out him when I could have,” Abel remarks.
“No, you made everyone else hate him instead. He’s going to want revenge.”
“Then I’ll be ready for him,” he says, making me shake my head.
“When you do something like this, it makes me worry about you. I don’t want you to waste away in prison for murder!”
“I won’t! If he shows up, you call 9-1-1 and tell them some maniac is breaking into the apartment, and I’ll pull the trigger to stop him.”
“I really hope you’re right about this and I’m wrong,” I tell him before I march off toward the bathroom to take a cold shower to try and cool my anger down.
Abel
The more I think about Selina’s comments, the more I worry that she might be right.
What if I leave for a second and the asshole shows up and hurts her or Cory even worse?
That would be fucked-up, which is why I decide to try and convince Cory to leave as soon as he wakes up.
“Why don’t you just come back to Myrtle Beach with us?” I ask Cory Sunday night when Selina’s in the shower and I’m feeding him a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
I’ve never waited on anyone the way I’ve been helping Selina with Cory, but I get why she likes caring for others. It’s a nice feeling to be wanted and needed.
Cory chuckles once he swallows his spoonful. “Because I can’t leave. I have exams coming up.”
“You can’t even write since your arm is broken. Can’t you get a pass to do them online or something because of the injuries?”
“Nah, it doesn’t work that way. If I’m not physically there in person to take them, then I’ll fail. I’m already a semester behind.
I can’t let all my hard work from this semester go to shit.”
“How much longer to go this semester?” I ask.
“Like two more weeks.”
“That isn’t all that long,” I huff. “But I can’t miss the Kings’ meetings on Thursdays. Not when I have Hugo’s proxy while he’s still MIA.”
“So then go home and come back. Or go home and stay there for two weeks,” he tells me. “While I appreciate having you and Selina here helping me, and I like having you around, it’s unnecessary.”
“We think it’s necessary.”
“Then fine, stay. But you don’t have to.”
Dropping the spoon into the mostly empty bowl, I set it down on the nightstand to ask, “What if Hayworth comes back and I’m not here?”
“Why would he come back? Unless you’re the one who fucked up his car?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter.
“Thank you for not killing him,” Cory says with a grin. “I know it took restraint on your part.”
“It did. A lot of it.”
He glances away before asking, “What about with me? Are you getting tired of sitting around here, feeding me and not being able to fool around?”
“Fuck no,” I tell him, then realizing how that sounded, I add, “I want you. So much. But not like this, not when you’re hurting.”
“You might. It’s only been two days…”
“I don’t care how long it takes,” I assure him. “A month. A year. Whatever.”
“Guess Selina will have to pick up the slack,” he teases.
“She will, I’m sure. I bet she would put on a strap-on and fuck me if I asked her to,” I joke with a grin of my own.
Cory chuckles at that. “Wow. I would love to see that!”
“Nah. Ain’t going to happen. I don’t want anyone inside me but you.”
“I, ah, I think I want you inside of me too,” he says quietly.
“No, you don’t.”
He laughs. “Yes, I do.”
“Why now? You said never.”
“It’s not fair to punish myself or you for something other people did to me, Abel.”
“Cory…”
“No, I’m serious. I need some time to heal, but then I want to try with you. Before, it wasn’t that bad except for the pain. At first, I didn’t think I could trust you to not be selfish and hurt me. Now, I know I can.”
“I don’t need to top you to feel like we’re equal or that I’m more of a man,” I explain to him. “I think that’s mostly what it was before…”
“So, you don’t want to fuck me?” he asks.
“I didn’t say that,” I reply in a rush, and he laughs.
“That’s what I thought. So shut up and quit trying to talk me out of it. I want to do this with you eventually. Just be patient. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Okay. I can be patient.”
Cory grabs my hand and shoves it under the bedsheets, pressing it on the hard ridge underneath his sweats. “It won’t be long. My dick isn’t broken, and listening to you and Selina in the bathroom last night when you thought I was asleep had me aching.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell him as I give his cock a squeeze through the material, making him groan. Since he doesn’t look like he’s in pain anywhere else, I tug the elastic waist of his jogging pants down to get to his flesh and stroke him. “We shouldn’t have done that while you were laid up in bed. I was just strung so tight. I needed to hold her and kiss her. Then one thing led to another…”
Cory’s eyes close, and then his head falls back against the headboard. “God, yes. Don’t stop. I was really looking forward to Friday night…”
“Me too,” I agree as I watch his face redden with arousal. His lips part on a gasp as my hand moves over him.
God, he’s beautiful.
And I could’ve lost him because of some stupid son of a bitch.
I wish I could wrap my arms around him and kiss him, but I can’t because his ribs are injured, and his face is still swollen and bruised.
But, like he said, the part of him in my hand isn’t hurt.
Peeling the covers back, I watch my fingers jerk on his hard, velvety cock, and then I do something I’ve never done before. I lean forward and put my lips on his red, swollen head and give it an openmouthed kiss, ending with a little swipe of my tongue.
“Fuck, Abel!” Cory shouts as his hips jut forward, and he groans.
“Are you okay?” I still my hand and lift my head to ask him, making sure he didn’t tweak his ribs when he squirmed.
“No! I’m hurting because you put your mouth on me for the very first time, and then you stopped!” he yells, blue eyes open and full of need.
“Sorry, I wanted to make sure you’re okay. It’s hard to tell when you make those sounds. Say stop or something if your ribs start hurting.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” He grabs the side of my face with his left hand and urges my head down. “Just get naked and, ah, keep going. I’ve thought about fucking your mouth so many damn times.”
“You have?” I ask. He nods in response, head thrown back again when my hand starts moving up and down him. “I, ah, I don’t really know where to start.”
“Open your mouth, shove it inside as far as it will go. Lick, suck, hopefully swallow or not. You’ve had your dick sucked enough times to know what feels good, Abel.”
“Yeah, I know how it works but only from one side,” I remind him as I quickly stand up to shove my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs and off since my feet are bare.
“You’ll figure it out,” he says. “Just hurry up, already.”
I climb back up on the bed, kissing my way down Cory’s smooth pelvis.
Without any further instructions, he grabs my head and pushes my face down his body. My nose bumps against his inner thigh first. I run my circled thumb and finger up his shaft and lick the base of his cock where they were, following them up to the tip. Once I’m there, I swirl my tongue around his slit, and he grits out a curse. Still, he doesn’t tell me to stop, so I open my mouth wide to wrap my lips around his crown, wetting him thoroughly with my tongue and then sucking.
Selina
No matter how upset I was with Abel for lashing out at the guy who hurt Cory, seeing him on his hands and knees between the other man’s spread thighs, working his mouth up and down Cory’s cock has it all fading away.
Abel loves him.
And he didn’t kill anyone after what the jock did to Cory, so that’s restraint for the Savage King.
“Take as much as you can, Abel. Oh yeah, that’s good, just like that,” Cory groans. He’s watching Abel work him over at first before throwing his head back. “Oh god, oh god.”
It sounds like Abel is grunting and groaning, even gagging occasionally with his mouth full, and the sound has the panties I just put on after my shower dripping wet.
My fingers reach under Cory’s shirt and down the front of my thong so I can touch the needy part of me that’s throbbing from watching these two big, sexy men together.
Cory gasps sharply several times, and then he lifts his head again.
Seeing me in the doorway, his heavy eyes lower to my hand under the shirt. “Oh fuck! Stop before I…” He tries to pull Abel up by his arm with his unbroken hand, but the biker doesn’t budge. Cory’s eyes slam shut, and his jaw falls open on a long, high-pitched, gasping moan of Abel’s name that makes me certain he’s coming as his body sinks down into the mattress.
My shoulder is leaning against the bathroom doorframe as my fingers move faster. I’m so close to a release when Abel lifts his head and turns toward me. I freeze, because the look on his face…I can’t tell if he’s angry or horny since both emotions look the same on him.
He swipes his fingers over his mouth to wipe up while watching me, dark green eyes dropping to where my hand has gone still in my panties.
Sliding off the foot of the bed, he starts for me, looking hot as hell. All of his tan m
uscles and hard dips and valleys are on display. But my eye is drawn right down to the thick curve of his rock-hard cock slapping against his stomach with every step.
Without saying a word, he grabs me and spins me around so that I’m facing the doorframe but can still see Cory. My free hand smacks it to keep my face from hitting it. I yank the other out of my panties right before Abel grabs both of my wrists and pins them above my head in one of his hands.
“See something you liked?” his deep voice growls against my ear.
I nod until my mouth can form the answer. “Y-yes.”
Abel’s foot sweeps mine further apart, and then he flips up the back of the T-shirt and jerks my panties down my legs. Reaching around the front of my body, he cups my mound possessively before working two fingers inside of me. His heavy body presses mine to the doorframe, and god, it feels so good that my eyes roll back in my head.
I rest my forehead against the doorframe as my body goes completely limp for him to use me however he wants.
“You’re dripping wet, baby.”
His fingers slide in and out, faster and harder, making me gasp and work my ass up and down his hard cock that’s wedged teasingly between my cheeks.
“What part was doing it for you?” Abel’s panting voice asks next to my ear. “Seeing his dick in my mouth for the first time or hearing him scream my name like a little bitch while coming down my throat?”
“Hey now!” Cory huffs indignantly but then laughs it off.
“Answer me!” Abel says when he pulls his hand away and slaps my ass cheek hard, leaving me high but definitely not dry. Even my thighs are getting damp.
“A-all of it!” I answer. “Especially the way you sounded when you were…like you loved doing it.”
“I did,” he whispers. “Is that what you want to hear?”
“God, yes,” I moan.
It must have been the right answer because the blunt head of Abel’s cock wedges between my ass cheeks. For a second, I think he’s going to keep shoving it through that hole, but then he runs it lower and even slaps my pussy lips with it a few teasing times. My thighs tighten around him as if I could get off just by rubbing my clit on him.