Page 130 of Gunner

“We are. You shouldn’t have been in my office.”

“You were enjoying it before he showed up.”

“Well, it’s a good thing he did. I would have made a big mistake. Winter, please leave. I told you I could get you help with this obsession.”

Winter climbed to his feet. “What if I don’t want to be cured? What if all I want is to be fucked within an inch of my life and be high?”

Fuck, Winter was a bottom? Yeah, I could see that. He had the desperate look of a man who loved to ride dick into exhaustion.

“You can get that anywhere.”

“What if it has to be you?”

“Uh, I should go,” I said.

“Yeah, you should,” Winter said.

“No!” Homer squared his shoulders. “Winter, go, or you won’t like the consequences.”

Winter froze. A few seconds passed, but then he nodded and walked out of the room with his head bent. He looked so submissive, something I’d never realized before.

“Close the door and have a seat,” Homer said. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Homer disappeared through a door I assumed was the bathroom. I was left standing alone. What the hell had I just walked into? What did I know about this reverend anyway? He’d always seemed so different—untouchable, perfect—but this side of him was more interesting.

I stayed out of curiosity. And yeah, because I wanted to know what to do about a certain acting police chief who welcomed me into his home, let me take care of him, but drew a line at sleeping with me again.

“Here we go,” Homer said as he walked over to his desk. “I didn’t expect to see you today.”

“I don’t think either of us expected to see what we did today.”

He stared blankly at me. “Are you expecting some sort of apology? Because then you can wait a long time. What you saw today is my personal affair and has nothing to do with you. I hope you can keep things discreet.”

I shrugged. “None of my business.”

“Good. Tell me why you’re here. Did you drink?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“But I’ve wanted to do it more and more lately.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

“I’m in a relationship, but the other man doesn’t want to be.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re gay?”

“Not the part you should focus on, but I’m bi.”

Crimson stained his cheeks. Finally, some reaction from him. “Sorry. You just never hit me as someone who’s into the same sex, but I know that’s my stereotype.”

“Well, you never hit me as a kinky man who’d get sucked off by a mentally disturbed man.”

“He’s not…”

But we both knew Winter was. I didn’t know his problems, but that man had more demons than all of us bikers combined. Maybe he did need this reverend.

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