Page 35 of Big Red

Smiling down at me, he gave me a sweet kiss. “Morning.”

I giggled before burying my face in my hands. I heard him chuckle before getting out of bed. I drop my hands to see him walking to the bathroom naked as the day he was born. When he returns, he has a rag in his hand. I can’t take my eyes off that sword swinging between his legs.

“Did it hurt?” I nod toward his piercing.

Red laughs before nodding. “It did. For a moment, I thought I was going to pass out from the pain.” He opens my legs and tries to clean me up.

“I g-got it,” I stammer, embarrassed. I know he was inside my body just five minutes ago, but the gesture is too intimate.

“I made the mess. I clean it.” He opens my legs again and wipes me clean. When the warm rag passes my clit, my body involuntarily quivers.

“I need to go before the kids wake up,” I tell him.

Red squints his eyes. “Are you regretting last night?”

“What! No. I just don’t want them to know about us until we know where this is headed.”

Red pulls me into his lap, holding me tight. “I know where this headed. I want you to be my woman, Alice.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I peck his lips a few times. “I want you to be a hundred percent sure about us, Red. You might change your mind later down the road. I remember when my dad would date and allow me to meet the woman, I would immediately get attached, thinking I would finally have a mother. I don’t want to do that to them, Red. Breakups don’t just affect the adults but the kids as well. They’ve been through enough already.”

Red eyes soften as he caresses my face. “Okay, we’ll keep this a secret from the kids for a little while, but know that I am never changing my mind about us.”

We share a passionate kiss before I get up to get dressed. Red makes sure the kids are still sleeping before I leave. Once he sees them sleeping soundly, he leads me to the front door.

As I walk home, I feel so giddy on the inside. Once I get home, the only thing on my mind is telling Will about what happened last night. I rush into his room, not bothering to knock as always. The sight before me has me frozen like a statue.

Will is naked, wrapped in Tech’s arms, who is equally naked. I have only been around Tech a few times at the clubhouse. He is always quiet and polite. I would have never guessed that Will's secret foe was Red’s club brother.

Tech jumps away from Will before trying to cover himself. “I-it’s not what it looks l-like,” he stutters.

Will’s face becomes enraged, snapping me out of my state of shock. I quickly close the door. As I get ready to walk away to give them some privacy, I hear Will’s raised voice.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?!”

“Dimples, it’s not like that. You know that I?—”

I hear doors opening around the house before all the girls come running toward me. Nova opens her mouth to say something, but Will's booming voice has her snapping her mouth closed.

“No! I’m not doing this shit anymore. You’re standing here bare-ass naked with a hard dick, and all you can say is, it isn’t what it looks like!”

“That’s because it isn’t anyone’s business what happens between us.”

“Get out.” Will has gone from irate to calm. This isn’t good for Tech. I know my best friend. If he is cursing and throwing a fit, that means he still cares. But the moment he doesn’t react, it means he’s mentally shutting down.

“Dimp—”

“Out! Don’t bring your ass to my window tonight because it will be locked, and it will remain that way. You’re not ready to come out, and that’s completely fine, but I will no longer be your secret. I deserve better than that.”

The silence for a moment before you can hear movement around the room. A few minutes later, the sound of Will’s bedroom window opening and closing is heard.

I open the door and find Will on the floor of his closet, dressed in sweats, tears streaming down his face. Quickly, I squat down and wrap him in a hug. His body racks with sobs as the girls and I comfort him.

“It’s going to be okay, Will.” Debbie rubs his back, giving him a gentle smile.

“How? I love that man more than anything, and he doesn’t want anyone to know about us.”

“Maybe give him a little bit more time,” I suggest.

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