Holden’s eyes widen. “If I did, I didn’t mean to.”
Gage smiles, but it’s forced. “You didn’t, and you’re probably the only one.”
From what I’ve seen, they all treat Holden with kid gloves, speaking softly around him, and I can’t help but wonder why. He seems scared of his own shadow.
“What the hell happened earlier?” Gage demands, swinging his eyes between Ryder and Dex. “Because Leo and I left her sated and fucking happy.”
“You motherfucker,” Ryder growls, stepping back up and pushing Dex’s hand away.
“Please do it, Ryder,” Gage begs between clenched teeth. “I’ve been dying to fucking deck you for how you talked to her.”
“What goes on between her and me is between her and me,” Ryder argues back.
“Not when it ends with us having to pick her up drunk from a bar,” Dex says quietly. “I fucked up too. Now we fix it.” What the hell did Dex do? He gestures to me. “Him too, whether you like it or not. She wants him here. Get over it.”
“I don’t have to get over shit.” Ryder takes a step back and swings his eyes around the room. “I’m out,” he says, storming toward the garage, slamming the door behind him, and making Holden jump out of his skin. We listen to his bike fire up and scream down the driveway.
“Fucking hell,” Dex mutters, scrubbing a tattooed hand down his face.
Gage’s eyes narrow. “What did you do?”
Dex shakes his head. “Later,” he offers and strides out of the room.
Gage watches him leave before turning to me with a sigh. “I’m going to bed,” he says, walking around me. I nod and head toward my room downstairs. “Leo,” he calls out, and I turn around. “Come on,” he jerks his head towards the stairs.
“Where are we going?” I ask, following behind him.
“To cuddle our girl,” he replies. Our girl? Is that what she is? I search for the jealousy of Gage calling her his girl, but it never comes. Not with him, anyway.
We let ourselves into her room, and she’s exactly like I left her. We both strip down to boxer briefs and slide into bed with her. She snuggles into Gage’s chest, immediately searching for me with her other arm. I slide in closer behind her, molding my body against hers. It doesn’t take long for sleep to come full of dreams of her.
And Gage.
When I wakeup the following day, Alessa is gone, but Gage is still fast asleep. He’s sprawled on his stomach with both arms tucked under the pillow. I take a minute while he’s sleeping to examine something I’ve been running from.
His long black eyelashes are fanned across his cheeks, and he looks so much younger with his wavy hair sleep tousled. I let my eyes roam down his muscled back to his muscled ass. Gage is attractive. I have no problem admitting that about any man. What makes me question it about Gage is the fact that I feel…thingsI’ve never felt before. Curiosity is the top one. I know Gage is bisexual just by the comments he’s made; he doesn’t hide it. Being pressed against him on his motorcycle was one thing; feeling his cock slide against mine inside Alessa was another.
I let my eyes slide back up his body and look into Gage’s very blue and amused eyes.
“See something you like?” he asks in a sleepy voice.
My first instinct is to deny it, but something is telling me to tell him the truth. “I think so.”
He raises the brow over his visible eye. “Really now?”
“I don’t know,” I say defensively before sitting up. I’m so fucking confused about my feelings for him, and I don’t know him at all. But something keeps pulling me toward him.
He rolls to his side facing me, and the sheet slides down, revealing his toned abs. I saw them while we were with Alessa, but my eyes find them anyway. Gage clears his throat, and I jerk my eyes back to his. I thought I would find a smug look or even amusement, but what I find is understanding.
“There is nothing wrong with being curious, Leo.” He sits up, leaning on one elbow.
I don’t know how to respond to that, so I ask the one thing I’ve been dying to know. “Why have you been so accepting of me?”
He shrugs lazily. “Because Les was. I don’t feel like you’re a bad person. I would know if you were.”
“I lied to her,” I argue. I don’t know why I am arguing against myself. Maybe I’m trying to get the subject off my attraction to Gage.
“She lied to you too,” he points out and shrugs again. “You justneed to figure out if you want it to work from here. Just know that if you do, I’m not backing down. I’ll still be involved with her as long as she wants me to be.”
