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“Babe. He doesn’t need to know that. I’ll be honest though, if you had spoken up this morning, it would have seemed a lot more convincing.”
We were out of the house within minutes of waking up, and I was thankful because it meant escaping Dominic. After we picked up Sean’s car from the bar where Tyler retrieved us drunk last night, we went hiking. I bitched the first half-hour because of my pounding head but felt a lot better halfway in after a lot of hydrating. Sean hates being inside. Whether I stand by and talk to him while he’s screwing with his car, or we swim or hike, the outdoors is his happy place. He’s a restless man from what I can tell, definitely not a fan of Netflix and chill, and the chill part is never chill. The man is magic with his mouth, hands, and cock, and he would much rather bend me over a tree stump in the woods than take me on his living room couch.
The upside to that is there’s never a dull moment. Even our earlier grocery trip was an adventure. He forced me to stand on the lip of the cart while he sped us down the aisles popping grapes into our mouths. Though he’s agreed to let me cook for him on our day off, I have zero doubt he will get us out of the house after. It’s as if he has to exhaust himself before he hits his pillow. Despite his warnings that he doesn’t do things in the traditional sense, this period in our new relationship feels a lot like nesting, which is why I’m playing house with him today, and I don’t want to screw it up. Finding a boyfriend after only a day in town was not at all what I expected, but finding Sean was a miracle.
The fact that my feelings are getting involved has made this betrayal far worse in my mind. Especially after this morning.
Sean doesn’t seem the jealous type, but if I’m wrong, my admission could be disastrous.
“I need to get my ass up there if they’re as hot as you say.”
“Focus,” I order, looking for a cutting board. “New man. Saw other man’s member.”
“You said they share, right?”
“It’s a rumor. Has to be.”
“Why?”
“Because…I don’t know. I just can’t picture it.”
“Freaks hide in plain sight, baby. You’re living proof.”
“Shut up. Shut up! I don’t know why I called you.”
“Because you lurve me, and because you were dying to tell me you had multiples. Finally.”
“Christy. Listen to me. I could fall for this man.”
“Damn, already?”
“I know, I know, it’s too soon and so stupid. But he’s incredible.”
“I believe you from what you said. Just be careful, okay?”
“How do you do that?”
“I don’t know. That’s the advice I’m supposed to give you. Once you start falling it’s kind of impossible to stop, isn’t it?”
“Exactly. This is a disaster.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. Tell the man you saw his roommate naked and be done with it.”
“Fine. I will.”
“And take a fucking picture, for Christ’s sake, God invented camera phones specifically for shit like this.”
“Sean doesn’t want me to have my phone when we’re together. I’m going to have to hide it before he gets back.” I wince, knowing how damning it sounds and I’m met by a moment of complete silence on the other end.
“That’s a little controlling, don’t you think?”
“He just hates the distraction of it. He wants me present when we’re together.”
“That’s kind of hot.”
“He’s different, I’m telling you.”
“Well, just rip the Band-Aid off now. If he goes psycho, at least you find out now, rather than later.”
“Good point. Christy, I’m in over my head already with this guy. He just makes me think…differently, makes me feel…gah, what the hell am I doing?”
“I know you’re scared, but don’t let the past dictate what could be good for you. Lord knows I’ve been praying for this. Love you. Call me tomorrow.”
“Love you.” After hanging up, I dash to my car and put my phone in the glove box resentful of the deal but opting to honor it after today. I have no doubts Sean meant what he said about it being a dealbreaker. After returning to the kitchen, I add a few spices to the salad mix and begin to chop up the tomatoes while trying to reason it out.
Christy’s right. It’s not a big deal. I’m making a mountain out of a molehill.
Dominic should not be sleeping naked if he doesn’t want to be seen, and I have to get over it. Sean will probably think it’s fu
Sure, he’ll think it’s as fu But Sean is not my ex, and I’m trying my best not to make him pay for a boy’s mistakes. Deciding to admit the truth before di “That was fast,” I round the corner and run smack into Dominic. His eyes widen as he grips my wrist, shaking the knife out of my hand a split second before impact. I sputter as he glares down at me while ripping his earbuds out. “What the fuck?!” “I’m s-s-sorry, I thought you were Sean and you heard me.” “Obviously, I fucking didn’t.” I gawk as he glances around the kitchen. “What are you doing?” “Obviously, I’m cooking,” I snap. “You don’t have to be so rude.” My anger amuses him. “I like my steak rare.” “That’s Tyler’s steak.” “Mine now,” he reaches behind me and pops a cherry tomato in his mouth. “I’m not cooking a damn thing for you.” He yanks me to him, and I lose a little bit of breath as he eyes my mouth. “My house, my rules. You cook for one of us. You cook for all of us.” “Also, Sean’s house, my hands, and my fucking prerogative.” His smile is cruel. “You like playing house?” “I’m not playing house. I’m cooking for my—” “Boyfriend? Cute. You think Sean’s your boyfriend?” He sets me loose, and I pick up the knife between us, tempted to use it as I backtrack. “I didn’t say that. I didn’t say he was my boyfriend.” “You didn’t have to. Word to the unwise, careful about getting attached, sweetheart.” “Yeah, what do you know?” I snap, slapping the knife on the counter behind me. He smirks, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle. He downs it as my eyes glide over him. His thick onyx tresses are askew, his bare chest covered in a sheen of sweat, droplets trickling down his eight-pack dispersing into a faint happy trail. I dart my eyes away but feel his gaze weighing heavily on me. “He fucks you in the woods, doesn’t he?” My eyes snap to his, but I clamp my mouth closed. “Let me guess. He took you to a pretty waterfall.” I feel slapped. Worse than that, I feel…played. But I rise to the occasion. “Actually, no. He fucked me in his Nova first.” His answering chuckle is infuriating. “Oh yeah, a backseat Betty?” “What are you, jealous? I don’t see any girl around here clamoring to cook for you. There’s probably not a dumb enough woman alive.” He steps toward me, placing the drained bottle on the counter behind me, crowding me to the point I’m forced to lift my chin. “Such nasty, hateful words from a filthy, cum-coated mouth.” I rear back, and in a second flat, he’s controlling the hand meant to slap him to cover the bulge in his shorts. “Careful, violence makes me hard.” He tilts his head and his eyes flare, the sight of them like the glint of a knife. “I’m a psychiatrist’s wet dream.” I struggle against him as he runs my hand along his dick, which is very, very hard. It also makes it almost impossible not to estimate the size of it. That sick rationalization makes my stomach turn.