Page 15 of Bloom: Part 1

Carrying my bounty, I snuck off to the back of the clubhouse, where Crowe had recently built a boathouse. He planned to take Max on boat rides for fun, fishing, and fucking. Sometimes I hated seeing them together, not because I wanted Crowe but because I was jealous of how close they were. Of how Crowe took care of Max. But I wasn’t like Max. I didn’t need that level of protection and care from anyone.

What exactly did I need from Dr. Collier?

I groaned. Why were relationships this complicated?

I settled down in the back of the small boat and unscrewed the cap off the tequila. The clear liquid slid down my throat easily, a burn I welcomed. Shuffling feet approached. Shit. If Crowe found me drinking…

Something hit a wall, followed by a grunt. I peered over the edge of the boat. What the fuck? The twins from the Reapers. They were kissing like no one else existed in the world but them. They whispered words I couldn’t hear, ripping at each other’s belts.

Seeing them together wasn’t a surprise. Everyone knew the two were boning. Whatever floated their boat, though I found it strange as hell. They looked so much alike. It was like fucking yourself, and who wanted to do that?

I took another swig and watched the spectacle unfold. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from them. Normally I didn’t pay my brothers any mind when they were fucking someone. I’d had no interest in the subject at all, but these strange feelings Dr. Collier gave me meant I wanted him to do this to me, didn’t it?

In a jiffy, both their jeans were down to their ankles. I couldn’t tell who was who, but one settled himself behind the other, bit his shoulder, and thrust. The boathouse filled with grunts and the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

Hmm. The one taking it seemed to enjoy it. I’d always thought being on the bottom was degrading. I’d seen the way the brothers back in the Riverton chapter treated their women and men like a piece of meat. They were mean to them, but this guy was grabbing his brother’s hips and grinding into him like he was desperate for it.

The whole thing didn’t last long. Five minutes at the most, but they were some intense five minutes that ended when the lookalike that topped came. They didn’t stop there, though. Thetop went down on his knees and sucked off the other until he came into his mouth.

When the deed was done, they collapsed against the wall, kissing while fixing their clothes. I waited until they were fully dressed before I poked out my head farther.

“Hey!”

“What the fuck?” The brothers startled, clinging to each other. Well, weirdness aside, that was kind of sweet.

“You.” I pointed at the one who’d been bottoming. “Doesn’t it make you feel gross to be at the bottom? I mean, you’re letting another man treat you like you’re inferior.”

“The fuck are you going on about?” the top growled. “We’re equals. What does bottoming or topping have to do with superior or inferior?”

I shrugged. “I dunno, which is why I’m asking. You mean, you actually like to bottom?”

“We don’t need this.” The top pulled his brother’s arm, but the other said something to him. They whispered harshly, kissed, then the top walked out of the boathouse.

“He acts like he owns you,” I said.

The one staying smiled. “We own each other, but yeah, I like it when he acts like the boss of me.”

“And you don’t feel weird about it?”

“Nah, why should I?” He propped his elbows up on the boat. “Why were you spying on us?”

“Spying? I was already here. Not my fault you chose to get nasty in here.”

“Nasty?” He burst out laughing. “How old are you? Ten? Sex is fantastic when it’s with the person you care about. Well, it’s good overall, but even better with someone you love.”

“Never loved anybody that way before, so…” I shrugged. “But you really don’t mind being his bitch?”

“Hey, unless someone specifically likes that, you don’t call someone a bitch because they bottom.”

“I didn’t mean it as an insult.”

“Well, some guys are into that. But even then, they might only want their partners to think of them that way. Doesn’t give you a free pass to repeat it. Whatever happens in the bedroom, you respect your partner, and that’s why I can comfortably bottom for Whip. Why are you asking about this anyway?”

“No reason.” I picked up the tequila and took a swig.

“You’re asking questions like you’ve never had sex.”

“That’s none of your business.” I fanned him off. “You can go now. Thanks for the demonstration. Now I gotta think.”

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