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“Colt, dammit, wait.”
“Why?” He opened the door and grabbed the doorframe above his head, using it to keep him in place when all he wanted was to get to the hell out of there. If he turned and saw judgment in Drake’s eyes, he didn’t think he could stomach it.
Mostly because he knew he deserved it. But Jesus, how could he have known what it would be like? Not something he could just do and forget. Not the occasional romp in the midst of what they did with Paige. It had been so much more than that. He wished she’d been there too, to be part of it with them. That was the way it was supposed to be.
“You wanted this. You enjoyed it, every bit as much as I did.”
He shut his eyes and said nothing.
“If this is about Paige, she wouldn’t have a problem with—”
“She should’ve been here.”
Drake chuckled softly, though the sound held little humor. “I agree, but I’m pretty sure not for the same reason. I want her here because she completes us, just as I hope we complete her. Not so it’s safe for you to admit who you are.”
Colt turned around. “What the fuck are you saying?”
“I’m saying you’re bisexual, just like I am.” Drake got right in his face and jabbed a finger in his chest. “And you won’t fucking admit it.”
“How can I be bisexual when I’ve never ever even looked at a man other than you in a sexual way? You’re the only one.”
Drake’s hand fell to his side and he swallowed hard. “No one else?”
“No. Never.” Colt pressed his fingers into his eyes. “I have to get back to work.”
“Colt, c’mon, let’s talk about—”
Colt headed down the hall. “There’s nothing to talk about. Paige should’ve been here.”
“You’ve kissed Paige when I wasn’t around. You’ll probably have sex with her too, and I wouldn’t mind.”
Colt stopped walking. “It’s different.”
“Why?” Drake followed him up the hallway. “Why is it any different? You care about her. Maybe even love her. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
Colt didn’t respond. The wires tightening around his throat wouldn’t allow him to.
“And I know you care about me,” he continued. “Maybe even…maybe even lo—”
“No,” Colt choked out. “I’ve heard enough. I’ve done enough. I’m going back to work.”
This time, Drake just let him go.
Again.
He rushed downstairs to the bathroom to clean up, then headed outside. He walked out into the bright sunshine, shading his eyes from the glare, wondering how so much could’ve changed in a few minutes.
Rita was waiting for him at the bottom of the porch steps, her smile sickly sweet. “I wondered where y’all got to.” Her eyes narrowed, and he thought he saw something slip through her gaze. Suspicion. More. “I heard Drake’s voice, then you both disappeared.”
He had to fight the urge to check his fly. Christ, had he zipped up? Even worse—had she come to the back door and seen him kiss Drake?
If she had, everyone would know soon enough. There would be no keeping it under wraps, unless he put a stop to everything. Right now.
“Sorry, we had some urgent business.” Spotting Jenny, he strode away from her mother.
Once was enough. He’d gotten it out of his system. Now everything would be fine.
Except Paige. What the hell could he do about Paige? She wouldn’t want to see him on her own most likely, and he would never make her choose. But he couldn’t keep playing these games with Drake. Though he wasn’t interested in the same kind of arrangement Drake was—wouldn’t allow himself to be—he didn’t want to hurt him any more than necessary.
