“If it’s over, why does it matter?” Atticus asked when it was clear Slade didn’t want to tell him.
“Fine. Carson liked to watch me fuck other guys. I got tired of playin’ the game.”
Atticus’s breath caught in his chest as he tried to process the words.
“Strangers,” Slade added. “It was a game to him. He gets off on watchin’. Does that make sense?”
More sense than it should have. It explained the weird vibe he’d gotten from Carson when he’d asked how he knew Slade.
“I didn’t realize you were gay,” Atticus blurted.
“Bisexual,” Slade corrected.
“Did he watch you fuck women?”
“No. That’s not his thing.”
Well, that was somewhat of a relief, although Atticus wasn’t sure why. He should’ve been bothered by the idea of Carson watching Slade fuck strangers, not be relieved that he’d only watched Slade with other men.
What wasn’t a relief was the weird twisting in his gut at the thought of Slade with another man. A stranger. How could Carson find that hot? Atticus had no problem with one-and-done, but the idea of being with someone and watching them with someone else did nothing for him. In fact, it triggered a possessiveness he hadn’t realized he was programmed with.
Taking things back to more neutral ground, Atticus asked, “Did you fuck men before you met Carson?”
“I’ve known Carson most of my life,” Slade admitted. “We grew up in the same small town.”
That wasn’t the answer Atticus was looking for, so he waited.
“And yes, I’d fucked other men before him. And since.”
“Weren’t you married to a woman?”
Slade huffed a laugh, but Atticus wasn’t sure whether it was amusement or frustration.
“My ex-wife liked to watch me fuck other men, too.” Slade tossed the words out like they tasted bad.
“Oh.” Atticus wasn’t sure what to say. Hell, he wasn’t sure what to think.
“Like I said, it’s complicated.”
To say the least.
“Did you like it? Being watched, I mean.”
Slade glanced over briefly before turning his attention back to the road. “Sometimes, yeah.”
“Did you ever … uh … watch him with anyone?”
“No.”
Atticus remained quiet as they turned down the road to the next retail center.
“It wasn’t the watchin’ part I didn’t like,” Slade said. “I didn’t like fuckin’ strangers.”
An image of Slade fucking him while Carson watched popped into his head, and instantly he was rock fucking hard. It should’ve turned him off to think about, but it didn’t, and he wasn’t sure he understood it.
Thankfully, Slade pulled into the parking lot, and Atticus had no choice but to shut the train of thought down before it got out of control. The last thing he needed was to entertain the idea of being with two men at the same time. It wasn’t something he’d ever considered before.
Then again, he’d never found himself attracted to two men at once.
