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“Exactly. Mine. So what I say fucking goes. For the back talk, you are now taking the toilet duty from the prospect for a week also.”

“Hop to it,” Forge calls out, laughing his ass off.

I leave the room, nodding to Rogue who is nursing a beer. “Come to my room in twenty.” He nods and we leave.

Pulling her with me to my room, I close us in, not locking it so Rogue can come in.

I remove my cut, then pull my T-shirt over my head.

“W-what are you doing? I thought we were going to talk,” Mads stammers.

“Getting comfortable. Wanna join me?” I try.

“No. Talk.” She folds her arms across her chest.

I sigh, lead her to the bed, where we both sit on the end.

“I will give you the CliffsNotes to my life. I knew I was bisexual before I met Ruth, but I do not favor one or the other, unlike some people. When I met Ruth I fell in love with her, and in time she saw that I would eye-fuck men, so we decided to add some spice to our marriage. We brought men into our bed.” I sigh knowing she will be pissed at the next part.

“One of those men was Andrey, Ruth’s now husband. We met him in college and hooked up, but it ended when we left for college. He went one way, we went a different one. From then on, we would bring other bisexual men into bed with us. Ruth never once made me feel like I was dirty or guilty for what I was feeling. Once we went through our divorce, which was the best thing for us, she met back up with Andrey and they fell in love, and fuck me I am happy for them. I love them and their daughter.”

“You have fucked your ex-wife’s husband?” I see fire in her eyes at her question.

“Yes, but only when she was with us. I never fucked a man or woman on my own while I was married. I do not cheat.”

She sighs, her shoulders deflating at my tone.

Time passes and she says nothing, just sits there staring at the floor. I know that Rogue will be here soon and I need to clear things between us before I move onto showing her how fucking hot it can be to be shared between two men, then to see those men fuck.

I know she likes the idea of being with two men, so I am hoping that my omission will not break what we have.

“I do not care that you are bisexual, Kohen.” Oh, thank fuck she used my name. “I hate that you kept it from me and I had to hear it from sly, bully-like girls who have not left high school behavior back in high school.”

“I know that I should have told you sooner and that is on me, baby. Fuck, I was going to tell you but shit kept popping up.”

She sighs, not looking at me; she gets to her feet and I swear to you my heart sinks into my scuffed boots. Walking around the bed toward the window, she looks out over the back of the compound.

It is mostly desert, with some trees that survived the harsh heat here. Tank had perimeter buildings added to the property for storage, but also large enough for homes if a member wanted to live on club land.

I twist on the bed, bringing my knee up and resting on my open palm on the bed, waiting for her to speak.

“I can’t deal with lies. Wayne did that and I will not go through another relationship that is filled with lies.”

“I swear there will is no more secrets, baby.” Her shoulders drop, a breath rushing from her.

Turning back to me, I see the uncertainty in her eyes, but I see something else that cannot put my finger on it with her being so far away. Licking my lips, I wait for her to speak, because I do not want to rush her. This has to be her play and I will go along with anything she wants.

“No more secrets?” she edges.

“None,” I confirm.

“Why did you tell Rogue to come to your room?”

Sighing, I get to my feet, before toeing off my boots, her eyes tracking my every move as I get closer to her. Her breathing haspicked up, her chest heaving, pushing her breasts against the material top.

“Do you remember when I caught you reading that smutty book?” She does, her eyes flashing wide in recognition. “We fucked and I dirty-talked about me and another man fucking you, then you watching as I fucked him.”

Her eyes dilate, her chest heaving at twice the speed and fuck me, I bet she is wet between her legs. I reach for her hips, my fingers flexing against her body, my thumbs meeting skin at the two slits in her dress at her waist.

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