Page 63 of Breaking Storm

My fingers intertwine with his sweaty ones. “Things have been tough for all of us. We left the only life we knew and are living under one roof.”

Sean lets out a sigh as he tries to untangle our fingers. I grip his hand tighter.

“Teagan.”

The side of my head leans against the couch. “Talk to me, Sean.” I let go of his hand.

He plants his feet on the cocktail table, folds his arms over his chest, and asks, “What do you want to talk about?”

“For starters, why you and Joey aren’t talking.”

Turning his head away and then back, he responds, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Sean. It’s me. I confided in you. Why can’t you do the same?”

“Because it’s done and over with.”

“What’s done and over with?”

“Joey told the real estate agent I’m gay.”

I take a quick inhale. “He did what? Why would he do that?”

“He said he was trying to help. That the agent was gay, and so he thought he’d get some information from him.”

“Is the agent gay?”

Sean shrugs. “I don’t know. Joe says my gaydar needs dusting off.” He uses his fingers as quotes when he says gaydar.

My head drops as I whisper, “Oh, Joey, Joey.” I meet Sean’s gaze. “Did you at least decide on a house?”

He offers a timid smile. “I liked the last one.” I nudge him. “But after Joey embarrassed me with his questions, I’m not about to call the guy.”

“You have to!” I fan my hands between us. “Who cares if he knows you’re gay? There’s nothing you can do about it now. What you can do is choose a home for yourself.” My arms wrap around his neck, and I rest my head on his shoulder. “You deserve it, Sean. I don’t know anyone else who does more for others than you do.” I kiss his cheek right when Joey walks into the room. “If you want, I’ll go with you.”

Joey’s hands are on his hips. “Go where?”

Sean untangles himself from me, stands, and says, “Nowhere.” He takes two stairs at a time and disappears upstairs.

I give Joey a pointed stare. “Why would you tell the agent Sean’s gay?”

“To help him break out of his shell.” He throws his arms up. “So he can find someone to be with.”

My chest is against the back of the couch. I loop my fingers into Joey’s belt hoops, pull him to me, lifting his shirt, and kissing his hard abs. Over his jeans, I rub his erection, and his pelvis automatically drives forward. He tangles his fingers in my hair, breathing rises, and he lets out a manly growl from his chest. This alone gets me wet. I’m leaving open mouth kisses along the V shape of his torso. My tongue slips underneath his waistband, fingers running along the outline of his thick cock, and the other gripping his solid thigh.

I unbutton and unzip his pants and slip my hand inside.

He whispers out, “Oh fuck, Tea.”

Air snags in his throat, releasing a hiss. His hips meet my hand stroke for stroke. He’s staring down at me. I’m licking my lips.

Joey’s mom comes from behind saying, “I love the pool.”

Our eyes grow large as saucers. My hand releases Joey’s cock, and he zips up his jeans.

I move around to the other side of the couch and ask Kara, “Are you hungry?”

“Famished!”

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