Page 111 of Something So Strong

“That’s Kai’s job,” he utters skillfully before continuing. “I don’t think you’re gay, if that’s what you wanna hear. Not the whole way, anyhow. Not that Romi and I would give a monkeys if you were… You’re just…confused? Bisexual, maybe?”

But I’m not confused. Not anymore.

I know exactly where my sexuality lies.

I love women—worship them and their juicy backsides. But Kai is my special place. That one person in the world that was created just for me.

“Look, I don’t have all the answers but surely one of the thousand new terms that’re being thrown around would fit.”

“I don’t care about labels. And I don’t care what people think about me, or call me, as long as I’ve still got you guys.”

“Um, all your shit’s still at my house.”

Releasing a much more relaxed breath, I swivel on the carpet and push Saxon with my feet out of both frustration and thanks. “I’m so fucking obsessed by him,” I spew out. “It’s exhausting.”

“Stop it, would ya?” Saxon slaps the bottom of my foot. “Just get out of your own head and do whatever the fuck you want. This is our year to do with as we please. Romi and I have your back and if you and Kai wanna rub your dicks together, dock, give each other rim jobs—all that fruity stuff. Have at it! Don’t let us hold you back. Go and be rainbow fish together.”

A contagious laugh erupts and Saxon grabs me by the ankle and yanks me towards him. Hand in my hair, he messes it up—dragging it down over my face before tackling me to the ground.

“Just one more thing.” He looks down at me with a half-cocked grin. “You better get a shit-ton of lube. Cause, Jess, I hate to tell ya, but you’re definitely the bottom in this pairing.”

“Oh my god,” I groan, squirming beneath him. “Don’t you think I know that? Why the hell do you think I haven’t had a shag yet? We’re at total loggerheads… But…”

“Yeah?”

“Some real awful shit happened to him when he was younger. So it’s not like I can expect him to let me climb on.”

“Shit, man.” Saxon sits up and rubs the back of his neck with no intention of getting off of me. “He might come around… One day.”

“Yeah, maybe.” But I don’t even believe my own words.

“It is a little hypocritical of you, though.”

“Excuse me?” I cough.

“Did you not defile Mavis’s dumper?” He reaches out and taps my cheek, all self-righteous and totally correct. “And she’d never done it before. And she fucking loved it?” he mocks my posh, but still West Country, accent.

That’s it. Stubborn Jesse is back with a vengeance.

What happened with Mavis is completely different—

“C’mon. Give it a try.” Saxon holds down one of my arms while rubbing his index finger under my chin. “You might love getting your prostate tickled.”

“Enough.” I wiggle my hand free and push him off of me. “When I hear you’ve let Andy peg you, we can talk about it further.”

“That does sound kinda hot.” His eyes wander upwards as he pretends to give it some serious thought. “But… I’d rather just stick a dildo in her cunt while I fuck her in the ass.”

“Aren’t you a delight? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“The bitch wishes.”

“She’d probably wanna charge you for it.”

“You’re a fucking menace,” Saxon says with a tight smile as he sits back against the bed—letting me know our conversation has reached its limit.

“Come on,” I say, picking up the controller again. “Round five. Get ready to have your ass handed to ya.”

Sliding the key into Kai’s door feels like home in the way that if someone else says it, it sounds like the cringiest thing you’ve ever heard. But if it comes from you, you get uncharacteristically sentimental.

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