Page 35 of A Season Of Sin

“And you wanna touch a dick and pussy?” I check, trying my damndest to give the guy a chance to open up. It’s not easy bein’ queer in a world where everyone’s expected to be straight.

Heaving a sigh, Creature shrugs noncommittally. “Maybe? Shit. I don’t know.”

I brother-punch him in the shoulder. “You’ll figure it out. There ain’t nothin’ wrong with likin’ what you like.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” His voice lowers, drifting in the melancholy territory. “If I ever get a chance to figure out what I like. There aren’t a whole lot of options around these parts.”

“No. I guess there’s not. You live in a ghost town. Maybe take a ride when the weather permits and get your dick wet. Meet people.”

It’d be good for him to get a taste of real life and real people beyond his brothers. Something tells me, given how he looks, Creature hasn’t met a whole lot of normies.

“Says the nomad,” he deadpans.

On a chuckle, I flip him off. “I’m talkin’ to you, ain’t I? And I’m too…” My phone buzzes in my front pocket, and I yank it out.

Jace: Gracie’s worried you’re not comin’ home.

Home.

Fuck.

Nine

“Well, what did he say?” Gracie asks, chewing her thumbnail and pacing in front of the fireplace. She’ll wear a hole through the carpet if she's not careful.

From the couch, I relay Wolf’s text. “He says he’ll be back soon.”

“What’s soon?”

“I don’t know, babe.”

Gracie flaps her arms, and the oversized Christmas sweater she’s wearing makes her look like she’s got wings.

I press my lips together to keep from laughing.

Now’s not the time for that. Not when Gracie’s this worked up.

It’s cute, though, watching her mumble to herself, all frazzled. She hasn’t slept well in days.

It shouldn’t be adorable, but it is.

I fucking love that she’s so twisted up about Wolf. She likes him. That makes two of us. The difference is I’ve been living in this hell for years, wondering when he would return and if I’d see him when he did. Whenever I might run into him at the gym, I’d sit in my car, pound a mouthful of pre-workout, and talk myself up. Sometimes, we’d bump into each other. Sometimes, we didn’t. I won’t pretend I didn’t sulk when he wasn’t there. I did. Far more than I care to admit.

The cold months were easier. I knew he wouldn’t drop by.

Until now.

I still can’t believe this is real.

I spent a week with that man and my wife when I wasn’t working.

I fucked him.

And sucked him.

And I loved it.

Every minute.