“She’s fine. Still breathing.” I plopped back into the chair.
“Then what’s the problem? You’re used to Barber. There’s gotta be something else.” He raised his eyebrows at me. King was a lot like an older brother. I’d been with him from the beginning, and he’d taken me under his wing. I’d gone to prison, not just for our brothers, but forhim, and he’d taken care of me in there, made sure I had buddies and protection and money. I’d do anything for him, but I couldn’t remember if we’d ever had a deep conversation. He looked concerned, though.
I traced the rim of my tumbler with my thumb and stared at it. “King, can I ask you something? Between us.”
“Always, brother.” He grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. “We’re family, and what matters to you, matters to me.”
I sighed and glanced at him. “Do you… bottom for Dallas?”
His eyes widened. “Um. Wow. Uh, no, actually. I have bottomed, but not for Dallas. Not yet.”
“Is there a reason you haven’t?” I took another swig of the whiskey to distract myself from staring him in the eyes.
“Honestly? It’s not a bad experience, I just prefer to top. Between you and me, I’ve bottomed for a few guys. Undertaker included. Tim and I were real fuckin’ close for a long time. Keep it to yourself, though. No one needs to know my business.”
“Right.” My knee bounced and I laid a hand on it to stop myself.
“Charley want you to bottom?”
“Yeah.”
“And you don’t like it?”
“I’ve….” I laughed at the audacity of what I was about to tell my president. My mentor. “I’ve never done it. I mean,fuck, I’m Colton fucking Hebb. I don’t bottom for any guy.”
King stared at me with a wry grin. “Except Charley?”
I jumped to my feet and began to pace in front of his desk, swishing the whiskey and ice in the tumbler as I walked. My thoughts were a jumbled mess and I couldn’t get them straight. “We tried. Kind of. I fucked it up. I got all anxious and shit. He barely had his cock in me, and I freaked the fuck out.” I halted in front of him. “That makes me a coward, right?”
King rose and rested his tumbler on his desk. He grasped my shoulders between his hands and smiled at me. “Scar. Colton. You’re not a coward. You’re one of the strongest guys I know. You’ve been with me from the first job this club ever pulled, brother. I trust you with my life. So no, you aren’t weak or a coward. Charley’s the first guy I’ve seen you like this with. You love him.”
“Enough to let him fuck me?” I asked.
He laughed. “I can’t answer that, but I will tell you what I think. Ithinkyou love Charley enough you trust him to not hurt you. Not just physically, but emotionally. You let him into your world, Scar. You don’t do that. If you trust him that much, can you trust him to make it feel good to have his cock inside of you?”
“Yes?” I stopped, thinking about it, before I said with more confidence, “Yes.”
“Then why are you letting Barber get under your skin? He’s Barber.” King shook his head. “He’s a shit, but he’s a good brother to have. He has your back, too. Just… stop fighting with him. I don’t think he appreciates the shithouse duty.”
I chuckled. “Am I getting it, too?”
King shrugged as he let go of my shoulders. “Rules are rules.”
I stared down at my drink again. “Does it hurt?”
“Does getting shot hurt?”
“Fuck yeah.” I remembered the last time I had a bullet pierce my skin. It was when we went on a personal revenge vendetta without Charley, and I ended up back in prison. The injury was a painful bitch I had a scar from.
“Then having a dick inside you isn’t as bad as that.” He patted my arm. “You can handle it. At least Charley doesn’t have a monster like you do.”
“We call him the Loch Ness monster,” I said with a smirk.
King laughed. “I don’t want to know what you call your junk. Now, go see your beau and talk about stuff. You don’t have to rush into anything, but fuck, Scar, talk to him. Tell him how you feel—”
I opened my mouth, and he held up his hand.
“You don’t have to talk about yourfeelingsand shit. Just tell him what you’re concerned about, all right? Communication is key, like any good partnership. The Kings wouldn’t work without it.” He winked at me and pointed to the door. “Now get the fuck out of here.”
