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What’s there now? It’s this one question; it’s after him now.
“What did you do, Cade?”
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BOOK TWO
PREFACE
Content warning: Please be aware this story deals with characters discovering bisexuality and being outed against their will. Also, a character fighting cancer is in this story. Themes of sexual violence are also included. There is no on-the-page trauma, but rather memories of it. In the end, this is a story about celebrating life, survival, and ALL love.
CHAPTER ONE
Love Is a Bitch by Two Feet
Now
I’m going to hell anyway, so I might as well commit this sin because this feels like heaven. Like pure bliss sliding through my veins, desire erasing every reason why I can’t fight this anymore.
Because I want this.
And they need this.
Redix kisses the nape of my neck while he slowly unzips my dress. The teeth of the zipper open, and so do I. Air rushes my exposed back where his fingertips linger down my spine before tracing back up to the straps of my crimson dress.
He hesitates with his body pressing against my back, with every part of him hard, while his husky whisper asks from his depths, “Will you choose us, Cade?”
For the man in front of me, I have chosen him in so many ways. But that’s not who Redix is asking about.
Because Silas’s kiss is different. Tickling his lips over mine, his tongue plays like he’s going to spend forever in this moment, and I don’t want it to end either, not with where this is going.
“Yes,” I answer through Silas’s lips, indulging my mouth, his hands skimming my hips while Redix gently bites down my neck, making me moan at him dropping my dress to the floor.
I’m exposed in every way.
My darkest desires. My torn heart. My haunting secret.
I can’t decide what I want except for this right now. Standing in a black lace bra and matching panties, I love two men and won’t choose.
Why should I?
I’m not the only force binding them together.
Redix slides my bra strap down, kissing my shoulder, sending tingles to the tips of my fingers. There’s as much passion and question in his kiss as I’m holding in my heart. His long strands tickle across my back while we share something taboo, something that may mend us, and with everything we’ve already shared, we need to do this.
We need to decide.
Do we hate each other for what I did?
Or do we love each other so much for it?
