He tenses, clenching my dick so hard, and then his erupts, splattering my stomach and chest. The heat of it, theimageof it, has me falling right over the edge with him. I come with a grunt, thrusting into him harder and riding out my orgasm.
I fall on top of him, needing to catch my breath. I feel his heart pounding in sync with mine. Feel his lips press against my forehead.
“I missed you too, Huds,” he says in the sweetest fucking voice.
I just hold on to him tighter.
It’s way too early when my alarm goes off, especially since it’s Saturday morning. I grab my phone from the bedside table, only to see that it isn’t my alarm that’s going off—it’s the group text. The guys are blowing it the fuck up. My vision is still blurry from sleep, so I sit up and rub my eyes before scrolling up to see what the hell they’re talking about.
Austen and Cameron’s wedding.
Invitations went out.
They’re celebrating and making plans, and—
Alex
Trey, you better bring that fiancée of yours.
I bet she’s hot as hell.
My stomach drops. I forgot about that. I forgot that all of them think he’s engaged to some woman, some… person who doesn’t exist. I wasn’t mad at him for lying about it then, but I’m mad about it now. Because what the fuck?
I glance at the empty bed, remembering that Trey said he had to run out early to drop off samples. I didn’t even hear him wake up. He hasn’t responded to these texts though. Maybe he hasn’t seen them? Or maybe he just doesn’t want to tell them.
No, don’t do that, Hudson. Don’t do it.
We haven’t talked about telling any of them. Maybe this will be a good opportunity to do it.
I scroll through the rest of the texts. There’s a good portion of the guys going on about his fiancée and what she must look like and how they met. I swear, they’re all a bunch of children still… though, I can’t say much, because when we’re all together, I guess I’m the same way.
Cameron even mentions putting Trey down for a plus one…
Are we going to tell them? We have to tell them, right? According to the texts, the wedding is in May and we have plenty of time to figure this all out. It’s not like we’re heading there tonight.
Still, I don’t like the way any of this makes me feel. Even though Trey has been more comfortable with being with a man, I still can’t help but think back to the look on his face at the restaurant when I went to introduce him to my co-worker. And the problem is… I may have my own issues but none of them have anything to do with Trey being a guy. I’d be the same if he was a girl. This is just me.
But it’s not the same with him. He has reservations about thingsbecauseI’m a guy. And how could we ever move forward with this if he can’t get over the fact that I am a guy and always will be? He’s getting there, slowly, I think, but… I don’t know. I guess I’m just concerned that this is going to be an issue in the future.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Trey
I fly out to Maine for a hockey fundraiser next week. I told Hudson he didn’t have to fly down here, to Miami, during my whopping three days off, purely because I needed to check on the condo and my mom, but he insisted he had the time and had to take it anyway so he might as well use it. And maybe I missed him too much to tell him no.
Maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care. I’ve never regretted my job before, but the more time I spend away from Hudson, the more I want to eat up every second I’m with him. And when he’s not here… I think about the next time I will, counting down the days.
Alex is supposed to make an appearance at the fundraiser next week, too, now that he’s officially retiring from playing, and I’m pretty sure he’s actually going to the big Vegas hockey expo too, right before Austen’s wedding, which Mandy and I are both scheduled to work. Which, if I’m being honest, is actually kind of nice. I love hanging out with Mandy, of course, but it’ll be nice to see just Alex. I know he can be irritating and annoying as fuck, and he drives everyone crazy sometimes, but I’ve always liked Alex and his ability to not give a shit about what anyone thinks. He just does what he wants, says what he wants. And he’s a blast to go out with. Though I’m excited to meet up with him, but, I’m also a little nervous. I mean, if there was ever a guy to talk to about… you know, being attracted to guys, Alex would be it. He’s never shied away from the fact he’s bi or kept his crush on Mack a secret. And I guess that worked out in his favor one way or the other, so I know he wouldn’t judge me if I told him about me and Hudson.
If anything, he’d probably press me for details because he’s worse than a girl when it comes to fucking gossip, but every time I eventhinkabout telling him that Hudson is myboyfriend, my chest gets tight and my throat constricts, and I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack. And it’s not just him, or the guys. I get the same feeling when I think about telling my mom about Hudson. Especially because she keeps telling me about her friends’ nieces and daughters, or the girl she ran into at the bank… I’ve dodged her effectively, but each time, it gets harder. I want to tell her the truth, I just… don’t know what to say, I guess.
That I’m bisexual? Can I be bisexual if I’ve only ever been attracted to one guy? Does that even count? I guess I could ask Alex, but knowing him, hewillmake a big deal about it, and that’s exactly what Idon’twant.
I mean, why does everything need a label? Why do I have to have every question answered? Can’t I just be with Hudson because I want to? Isn’t that enough?
I don’t know. All I know is the more I think about it, the more it stresses me out, so I trynotto think about it.
Things have been good with Hudson. Like, really good. We talk constantly. I text him every morning when I wake up, and he texts me every night before he goes to bed. I count down the days until I’m home, until I can see him, touch him, kiss him. I think about him all the time when he’s not here. About things I probably shouldn’t…
