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“Fuck…so good,” Gay Bro says when he’s penetrated. He’s pushing back against Straight Bro’s hand, who is very good at all this for supposedly never having been with a man before.

One finger leads to two. I don’t penetrate myself yet, just rub my hole and jack my cock. I can’t stop watching the two men, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m into them being together. I don’t know if that’s like a magic bisexual sign or something, but it feels like a point in the right direction.

His hole gapes slightly when Straight Bro pulls out his fingers and… “Holy fuck, that’s hot.”

My vision goes blurry, and my body feels like it’s exploding. The good kind of explosion, though; not like I’m dying, but like I’m getting showered with all my favorite things. My dick twitches and my balls draw up, the first spurt of cum landing on my chest. Another and another follow it, a smile on my lips as I continue to stroke myself to drain my balls.

Two awesome orgasms in a row.

Both looking at or thinking about dudes.

Hell, I didn’t even get to see them fuck before I busted my nut.

Signs clearly seem to be pointing toward some bisexual action going on with me.

My grin grows.

I can’t wait to talk to Donovan about it.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Donovan

I’m never drinkingagain. My head is pounding, and I’m afraid to open my eyes for fear that’ll make it a whole lot worse.

We quite possibly drank our weight in liquor last night. I think it might have been the first time Hayes has ever been drunk. It was quite the adventure if I’m remembering everything correctly. Ant called into work last night, and…did Hayes dance on Anthony’s coffee table? I’m fairly certain he had.

I ended up staying the night. I texted Eric to let him know I was sleeping over, and Hayes called Rylan to pick him up. He jumped into Rylan’s arms when he arrived, Rylan laughing as Hayes tried to tug off his shirt.

I smile, still afraid to open my eyes. Last night had been a blast. I didn’t realize how much I needed it, and it was another bonding moment that made me feel even closer to my fellow Jilted Exes. Is it strange that part of me is thankful Malcolm happened because it brought Hayes and Anthony into my life? Hayes and Anthony, whom I told all about being married to Eric. While they were supportive, they didn’t get the logic, but then, they didn’t grow up with health struggles and not enough money to pay for them.

I stretch on the couch before I force myself to sit up. I’m lucky I’m off today. My schedule is wonky this week because of switching days around to help Eric. Usually, I work three days in a row, then have four off.

Amazingly, I don’t spin too much when I’m upright. That must be a good sign.

“Morning,” Anthony says, shuffling into the living room. “I hope the couch wasn’t too uncomfortable. I offered to share my bed, but you refused because you’re—and I quote—a married man.”

I rub my hands over my face. “No…”

“Yes.”

I groan. That’s so embarrassing. First of all, Eric and I clearly don’t have that kind of relationship, and second, it’s not as if I think Anthony was going to hit on me. “Sorry I’m an idiot when I’m drunk.”

“Hey, I’m an idiot all the time, so it’s fine. Coffee?”

“God yes. Please.”

I make my way to the bathroom while he prepares the coffee. After I piss enough for three men, I wash my hands, swish some mouthwash, and throw water on my face. I’m already feeling more human. Luckily, it doesn’t seem like I’ll have that bad of a hangover.

I have no idea why I told Anthony I couldn’t sleep in his bed because I’m married. Does that mean something? That question immediately reminds me of what Anthony asked last night—if I could have feelings for Eric, or if I just haven’t allowed myself to consider that. Truth be told, I’m not sure I want the answer. The possible ramifications are too frightening to consider.

I return to the living room just as the coffee finishes brewing. Anthony pours me a cup, and I doctor it up with the creamer and sugar.

Leaning against the counter, mug in hand, I ask, “It’s stupid, right? Asking Eric to marry me.”

Anthony’s dark brows pull together. “No. It’s not. Is it a little extreme? Yes, but you did it out of love.”

“I’m not in love with Eric,” I rush out.

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