Page 57 of Bloom: Part 2

“Crowe didn’t think so. Neither did your man. What were you thinking?”

“Sweet Satan, Saint, Logan already gave me the lecture, made me watch it on DVD with subtitles and the post-credit scene. Please, I can’t listen to it again.”

“Good.” Saint chuckled, but his gaze drifted to the door where a man with wide shoulders and long blond hair entered. “Finally, a man who can tear you a new one without you wanting to stab them. Geez, I wonder what that’s like.”

“You’ll never find out.”

“I take it the sex is that good?” Saint asked.

“Fuck yeah.” I nudged him. “Is it normal to want it all the time?”

Saint, the son of a bitch, threw his head back and laughed loudly.

“What’s so funny? It’s not?”

“What exactly do you mean all the time? How often have you and the doctor been doing it?”

“Before this latest incident? Every day. Sometimes twice a day.”

He low-whistled, slowly nodding. “Damn, how old is this doctor? Wouldn’t have known by looking at him he had all that in him.”

“We don’t always…you know.”

“Speak plainly, Bloom. You and I know you’re not shy with words.”

“He doesn’t always fuck me with his cock. We do other things. Things I really like.”

“That’s good.” Again he shifted his attention to the door, but this time it was Sarge turning up. “The only thing that matters is that you consent to whatever the doctor does and that you enjoy it. Fuck everything else.”

So totally normal then to want to jump Logan’s bones all the time.

“Are you expecting someone?” I asked. He was going to get a crick in his neck if he continued to watch the door. “Dove’s already here, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but I told Jasper to stop by if he gets the chance.”

“What’s it like to fuck him? Is it different from you and Dove?”

Saint spluttered. “What are you going on about?”

“I just told you about me and Logan. I don’t know anything else about sex, though. Just what he taught me. Is it different with other people?”

“It is. You know, Bloom, it’s okay if you want to explore with other people and—”

“Let some other man touch me!” A shudder of revulsion rippled through me. “Never.”

“You’re young and—”

“I won’t change my mind, Saint. Only Logan touches this body. Only he gets to do those filthy things to me. Just thinking of another man putting his cock inside me makes me want to stab someone. ”

“Fine, fine.” He threw up his hands. “But I’m not having sex with Jasper, and I don’t want you to mention anything of the sort when he’s around. Do you hear me?”

“You aren’t? Why are you spending so much time with him, then? He even slept at the clubhouse the other night.”

Saint shrugged. “Yeah, but it’s not what you think. Jasper’s straight, and I’m still fooling around with Dove, though not as much as before. Jasper and I definitely don’t fuck, and that’s not going to happen either. I help him out sometimes. That’s all. His kid’s cute, okay?”

“Okay.” Though I wasn’t convinced. He sounded way too defensive.

“Did I mention he was straight as an arrow?”

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