Page 28 of Greedy Grizzly
What the hell? I was the prez’s relative for fuck’s sake. Per the lack oftitle patchon the front of his cut, I was pretty confident he was a prospect. And just to mess with him while he called Storm, I pounded on the horn.
Wrong move!
I blinked and found myself staring down the barrel of a handgun. “Get out of the fucking car, asshole! And move very slowly or I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”
“I was just screwing with you.” I got out of the car, putting my hands up. “Didn’t mean to trigger you.” Probably the wrong choice of word.
“Zombie, stop!” Lynx trotted toward the gate. “He’s a friendly. Storm’s brother-in-law!”
The dude didn’t lower his gun.
“Are you listening to Lynx? I’m family. Storm’s and Maddy’s family. Birdie’s and Chase’s uncle.” I was literally naming off my relatives and this guy didn’t seem to care.
A loud wolf whistle speared through the air. As if it was specifically made for the dude, he lowered his gun. Behind him, I saw Storm stalking over with a pissed off scowl on his face and his hands rolled into fists at his sides. My badass friend could easily intimidate anyone, including me.
“BrandonZombieAdams, are you out of your ever-loving mind? Pulling a gun on the prez’s closest friend is the fastest way to have him hang you by the balls.” Lynx snorted and shook his head. “Good to see you, Toby. Fine weather we’re having, ain’t it?” Good ol’ Lynx. He always could lighten the mood.
“Yeah, it’s pretty fine out. Perfect for getting my head blown off.” I cut my gaze at Storm and jerked my chin. “Nobody mentioned a new prospect.”
“Maybe if you visited more frequently, you’d know.” Storm extended his hand and we shook, then shared a brotherly hug. Turning on his prospect, he pointed his thick finger in his face. “What did I tell you about pulling a gun on people? Jesus, man. If I can’t trust you to be slow to react, I can’t put you at the gate.” Storm leaned closer and sniffed the prospect, then glared at Lynx.
“I didn’t give him the Mary Jane.” Lynx raised his hands like he was innocent. “Better talk to your young Jedi, Maddox. His views on cannabis aren’t like yours.”
“Fuck,” Storm hissed and made his way back to the clubhouse, barking orders. “Zombie, go take a nap. Lynx, call Hollywood to cover the gate. Toby, go park your car!”
“Zombie, huh?” I asked the prospect. He ignored me, again, and followed behind Storm. “I’d say that fits.”
Lynx laughed. “He’s a good guy, just has issues like the rest of us.” He hopped onto the hood of the car and hit the side. “Let’s go!”
As I put the vehicle in park, Maddy rushed out of the building with Chase perched on one hip and Birdie on the other. Thesmile on her face was brighter than the sun. Storm zeroed in on Birdie, and took his little girl into his arms.
“Hey, pretty lady,” I said, meeting my sister half way. “I’d say you have your hands full.”
“Always and I love it.” She squeezed me tightly with her free arm. “I’ve missed you.”
“Same.” I released her, then took Chase from his momma. Giving my nephew a kiss, I said in my best Pauly Shore voice, “Hey, bud-dy.”
“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Libby is in her bedroom. I’ve really screwed things up.” In typical Maddy fashion, she spoke a mile a minute.
“Angel, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the asshole who fucked things up,” Storm said.
“Language please.” She rolled her baby-blues. “This guy.”
“I’m sure it’s fine, sis.” But I’d already spoken to Storm. He told me he suspected I was bisexual, after his blunder with Grizzly, and he hadn’t told Maddy. And I hadn’t denied anything. Hopefully, she’d be cool about it but I wasn’t so sure. Her whole life she thought I was straight. Same with my folks.
But as I traveled around the world, living months at a time in different countries, I learned about the different ways people enjoyed sex and their relationships. It was truly fascinating. And not just girl on girl and guy on guy sex.
There were many countries I’d been to in the past decade. I explored how they did things and their preferred kinks, like in Germany, Australia, and the Netherlands. In the Middle East I discovered harems still existed. Polygamy was in West and Central Africa. Neither of those appealed to me and they weren’t acceptable in America.
I’d suspected I went both ways during college, when at some raves, things had gotten a bit out of control. I’d found myself wanting to do things to another dude during a threesome. Hehadn’t shown the same interest so I never tried anything. I just never felt quite right about experimentingever—out of fear.
My parents knew a lot of people in South Dakota. I didn’t want to embarrass them. Didn’t want to bring them shame. My story wasn’t so different from so many others.
I only got to be me when I was working in another country. Being an independent contractor had been the best decision I’d ever made… and I found myself.
Multiple partners were what I preferred, but I sure as hell hadn’t admitted it, until now. My ideal relationship was with a woman and man. I wanted both of them at once… I wanted Grizzly and Libby, but here in the Upper Midwest, it was conservative Christian country.
“Well, before I lose you to Libby, can we spend sometime together?” Maddy asked as we went into the clubhouse.
