When everyone heads to bed, I lie awake in my room. I’d put money on Cillian fucking Ollie right now, and thinking about that gets my dick hard. I’m not in the mood to pick a random fight, so sex it is.
I downloaded an app for men wanting to hook up with men not long ago. I never touched a guy until Cil and I shared Ollie, and it was…fucking incredible. Hands down the best sex I’ve ever had. Not sure if that’s because the sex was just that good or because the person I love the most in the world was sharing with me the person he loves the most in the world.
I’ve been curious about it, though, and even more than that, I’ve been curious about taking a cock. I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought about what it was like to see Ollie take Cil’s…how much be begged for it, how much he clearly fucking loved it. I’m always chasing a high, and that’s another one I want to taste.
It doesn’t take me long to find someone on the app. His name is José, and he has pretty brown skin, dark eyes, and—looking at the photos he shared with me—a big-ass cock. Leave it to me to find a monster for my first time. The thought makes an excited tremble race through me.
We agree to meet up at The Dove. It’s a hotel right outside Ashford, a place where people go for drugs and fucking. The name is a play on words—doves are supposed to symbolize peace, but the hotel is nothing like that. The cops leave it alone because we pay the cops to leave it alone.
Before leaving, I stop by Cillian and Ollie’s room, knocking softly. “It’s me.”
“Come in,” Cillian replies.
He’s in bed with Ollie. They’re in their underwear, something he doesn’t mind sharing with me. He’d cut out the fucking eyeballs of anyone else who saw Ollie like this, though.
“Wow. Nice welcome, but sorry, can’t hook up with the two of you tonight. I have plans.” I give Ollie my attention. “Do you have an extra box of the butt-cleaning stuff?”
“What?” Bunny’s eyeballs nearly fall out. “Oh my God! Why are you asking me that?”
“Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how fucking blissed out you looked when Cillian was dicking you down.”
That earns a “Jesus, Ror” from Cillian.
“What? It’s true. Anyway, I’m curious about it. It looks fun. I found this guy on an app who wants to top me. We’re meeting up at a hotel in a bit, but I don’t want any surprises, ya know?”
Cillian rolls his eyes. “Under the sink.”
Ollie gets out of bed and follows me into the bathroom. “Are you sure?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. I should try it at least once.” Plus, if I just sit around tonight, I’ll explode. I need…something.
“Be careful, and if you change your mind, that’s okay. Oh, and your location is on, right?”
Ollie’s trying to take care of me in this way no one except Cillian ever has. Cil would never ask me something like this, though—he knows he doesn’t need to. Ollie, however, can’t stop himself. Before him, I would have thought it annoying, but it just makes me feel…loved.
“Our locations are always on for each other. I won’t change my mind, but if I do, I’m not doing shit. And if he doesn’t like it, I’ll shoot him between the eyes.” I lift my shirt and show him my gun.
“Oh…well, I’m not sure you should go that far,” Ollie says.
“I’ll be fine, Bunny. But I love that you care.” I kiss his temple, then bump fists with Cil before I dip.
I’m going to take some dick tonight, and maybe, just maybe, it’ll help me forget all my confusing thoughts.
CHAPTER TWO
Shai
Igot ajob at a fucking pizza place, and it’s the most annoying shit ever. People—and the college crowd especially—are assholes, entitled pricks, complaining about everything.
I never went to college myself. That’s not the kind of life I’ve lived. When I was a kid, for a short time I had this teacher who used to give a fuck about me, or at least pretended to. She used to tell me school and college were my tickets out. That I could do anything I set my mind to, blah, blah, blah. That’s easy to say when you aren’t poor, with an alcoholic and a sex worker for a mom and a pimp for a father. Higher education isn’t made for people like me. Give me an instrument, though, and I can play anything. I can learn anything music related, which is honestly the only thing I’ve ever given a shit about anyway.
Other than my mom, but I chalk that up to stupidity.
I head home after my second shift, smelling like tomatoes and garlic. It’s Thanksgiving, and I’m surprised at how busy it was. I would think all the spoiled students in this town would have left to be with their families.
We live in a tiny-ass trailer owned by a slumlord who never fixes anything but who made sure we knew that if rentwasn’t paid the day it’s due, he’d kick us to the curb because there are a hundred others like us, who can’t have credit checks and shit like that, looking for a place to stay. And I don’t doubt him. I also don’t fucking doubt he’d resort to violence. The motherfucker is always walking around with this big, beefy guy whose arms are permanently crossed, face set in an angry scowl. I’m positive I’ve seen him carrying a gun too. I’m so used to it, as it’s what I’ve seen my whole life.
I’m thankful my car starts before making the drive outside town, then down the long gravel driveway to our place that I’m sure used to be a meth house.
