“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Roscoe said eagerly as he stood from the table.
A shot of jealousy made the room turn silver.
“Sit the hell down, Roscoe,” I growled and turned back to Austin, my hand now clamped tightly on the loose skin of his neck. I leaned in, baring my teeth, and his eyes began to lighten. “Get in there. I want you to fuck him so hard that he begs you to stop, and when he does, you fuck him more. Understand?”
“Yes… sir…” Austin whispered, his tone breathless as he stumbled to his feet, now uncomfortably erect. He ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind him, and my vision returned to a normal hue as I took a deep, calming breath.
“I thought you weren’t gonna do that no more,” Roscoe said, sitting back down. He sounded disappointed.
“He needed it.”
Adam shouted something unintelligible as their headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall.
“Goddamn,” I added. “I’ll sort out Austin’s problem later, but this might be something I can’t fix.”
Roscoe started drooling.
“When I’m done with these potatoes, you want me to do that to you?”
As the sounds from Austin and Adam’s room ramped up, I hastily removed my shirt, and unbuttoned my pants, which fell to the floor.
“The potatoes can wait,” I said, rushing to our bedroom with Roscoe running to catch up.
Hours had passed, and it was mid-afternoon. The way Roscoe made love to me earlier was unusually rough, which I decided I didn’t really like. However, I certainly wasn’t going to complain since it was good exercise for him.
He lay asleep, and I rolled over him out of bed for the second time that day. I needed to check on Austin, because I remembered the command I’d given him hadn’t exactly told him to stop. Would he have continued, even when he probably should have passed out? After all, the guy had been willing to punch himself in the face last night. If Austin took something a bittooliterally, this could end up being dangerous.
I threw on my discarded clothes and rushed into their bedroom. Adam was sound asleep with a smile on his face. The sight was a relief. Even though he was probably still pissed at me, it was nice to see him happy.
Now I needed to find where Austin had wandered off to. He wasn’t in the living room, and the garage was empty when I opened the door. Perhaps he was outside, staring out into the woods again. A sudden sick feeling hit my stomach as I thought the worst, and I tore off toward the back door.
Austin sat cross-legged on a lawn chair in front of a lit fire pit, his attention snapping to me as he jumped up.
“What’s wrong? Did you catch the house on fire again?”
I held my chest and ambled toward another chair across the pit.
“No,” I replied with a glare before sitting. “Nothing’s wrong. You and Adam okay?”
He grinned and sat back down in his chair without a response.
“We really need to talk about this.”
“What’s there to talk about?”
“Something’s wrong, Austin. I don’t like you relying on this shit so much.”
“I disagree.”
“So I’m just supposed to keep doing this for the rest of your life?” I shook my head. “We need to find another solution. Also, if Adam finds out about this—he already resents me enough, and if you’re thinking about me while fucking him…” I trailed off. “You’re not still thinking that, are you?”
“I don’t know what the big deal is. It’s not like we’re sleeping together.”
“It’s a huge deal. He’s insecure, and he’s about to go through a change that might devastate him. Do you really not understand, or do you not care?”
“I told you already. I’m not a good guy.”
“Nah, you’re just being a dipshit.”
