Page 62 of Breaking Storm

My intentions were honorable. I only wanted to find out information for him, since he’d never do it. Instead, he’s pissed off and refuses to talk anymore. I drive to a burger joint, parking the car in the lot.

Sean’s head falls onto the headrest as he says, “I’m not hungry.”

I turn to him. “Sean, I honestly was trying to help.”

“By embarrassing me? By telling the agent I’m gay? Is that supposed to help?”

I rub my hand down my face, exhaling hard. “No. I… I figured he could show you around town.”

He shifts in my direction. “And why would he show me around town? Is he on the gay committee?”

This amuses me. “Well, he’s gay, so maybe heison some gay committee?”

“What? How do you know he’s gay?”

My head falls back as I laugh and then I look at him. “Dude! I know you haven’t used it, but you better dust off your gaydar.” Sean is glaring at me with his mouth open. “As soon as the guy saw you, he only had eyes for you.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yep! He assumed we were a couple. When I told him only you, his demeanor changed, and he was ecstatic.”

“Joe, don’t give me some shit about what you think. You’re backpedaling out of admitting you tried to humiliate me.”

I’m shaking my head. “Not at all. That’s not what I was doing. Yes, I laughed because I knew you’d never divulge that information.”

“Exactly! It’smychoice to share.”

“Sean. You’ve gone your whole life living a lie. Dating women. Pretending you were into them and not being able to be with… you know… who you want to be with.”

“A guy, Joe.” He throws his hands in the air. “A guy. You can’t even say it.”

“Hey! I admit it’s somewhat uncomfortable, but this isn’t about me. It’s about you. You deserve to be happy, and in order to do that, you have to come out.”

He waves his hand at the front of the car. “Let’s go. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

We head home without another word. When we arrive, Sean heads straight to his room.Shit! My mom and Teagan shout out to us from the kitchen, rattling off questions regarding the agent, houses, and if Sean found something he liked. I’m vague, eyes periodically glancing at the stairs. I know nothing about being gay and Sean doesn’t either. We’re in a new place. No one knows us. A perfect opportunity to come out and see how people react. I get it. I had no right to reveal his secret, but if I left it up to Sean, he’d be eighty years old before telling anyone. Look how long it took him to tell me, his best friend.

After I catch them up on what happened, minus my questions and our argument, my mom retires to her bedroom for a nap. I carry Teagan upstairs and place her on the bed. She’s about to speak, however I cover her mouth with mine. The kiss is possessive. She repositions herself on the bed, and I crawl over her body. God, she’s the perfect distraction. I devour her to rid myself of guilt.

Teagan is riding me cowgirl style. Beads of sweat glisten between her breasts, and I sit up, swiping my tongue through her cleavage. I suck her nipple, and it pops out of my mouth. Her hips circle and swing forward, rubbing her clit, head rolling, and moaning my name. My hands grip her waist, as I thrust upwards, beating into her like a boxing bag. Teagan tightens around my cock, cries out, and I follow right behind. She’s morning rain—cooling me down. She stills whatever war is inside me. I rely on her, which has made me a slave to her body and mind.

Chapter 24

EVER SINCE JOEY AND SEAN had gone to the real estate office, they’ve been distant toward each other, and I’m unable to get them to talk. These two are childhood friends, so something happened for them to ignore one another. Joey’s mother has even tried, but they both say everything is fine.

It’s late October and much colder in this part of the country. Sean and Joey have chopped enough wood for the fireplaces to last us a couple of winters. Alone in the living room, the fireplace crackles and I take a huge inhale. I love the smell. Kara is looking healthier from the weight she put on, except she feels fat, and goes for a swim in the pool. Joey is in his office and Sean went for an afternoon jog. There are light flurries melting as they hit the ground and the wind has picked up.

Right when I open my book, Sean comes in through the kitchen, kicks off his shoes, and heads for the refrigerator.

I ask, “How was the run?”

He shakes his head, and beads of sweat fly onto the countertops. “Good.” He walks over to the back of the couch. “What are you reading?”

I close the book. “Nothing interesting. I found it on the bookshelves.”

Sean is about to leave, so I grab his wrist. “Hey, why don’t you sit with me?” I can tell by the way he’s eyeing the stairs and the hallway that leads to Joey’s office that he’s considering going to his room. “Like old times.”

He hops over the back of the couch and bounces next to me. “It wasn’t that long ago.”

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