He cuts me off by leaning over and pressing his lips gently to mine, and I’m so surprised that I don’t move. I’m surrounded by the smell of his cologne and chlorine–it’s an odd, masculine mixture that has my core swirling nervously. And his lips are soft–softer than I would’ve thought. My eyes flutter closed when he deepens the kiss, and we twist our bodies to face each other. His hands come to my neck, and when his tongue presses past my lips, a spark of arousal flashes through me. I groan when his fingers dig into the back of my scalp, and my cock twitches with need–
He pulls away, and we’re both breathing heavily.
“I didn’t know until a guy kissed me,” he tells me, smirking ruefully. “So?”
I’m still panting, and my cock is pressing uncomfortably against the placket of my trousers.
“Uhh… yeah, it was good, I guess,” I answer, running a hand along the back of my neck where his hand just was. “Was it Otto? The first guy who kissed you?”
Alex nods, but I can’t stop looking at the way his lips are redder now–how he shifts slightly in his seated position to accommodate his stiffy.
“He kissed me for the first time when I was sixteen. So I took his virginity when we were eighteen,” he adds, laughing.
I smile. “But you also like women?”
He tilts his head and looks at me curiously. “Itispossible to like both, you know. I enjoy the masculine feel of a man. I likeknowing they’re strong like me. But I also get really fucking hard when I see a nice pair of tits. I like how women are soft. I like their curves. I like dominating–men or women, it doesn’t matter to me.”
I’m quiet as I contemplate his words.
Of course, I’d been around a lot of men who slept with other men in prison. In an all-male compound, it was only natural. I always fought against it–dedicating myself to learning instead. And then there was Abby… I just always assumed I was one-hundred percent straight.
Except, I knew something had changed that first night with Charlotte.
Every wank I’d had since that night included Otto and Max somehow–perhaps not directly, but Ididenjoy sharing her. And in time, I might enjoy going further than that. Fighting against it for so long makes it feel…wrong.But I know, deep down, that Alex’s kiss just now meant something.
What does that make me? Bi? Or heteroflexible like Max?
“You also don’t have to put labels on anything, or make a decision today, Lachlan,” Alex says gently. “Take the day to relax. You don’t need to force anything, either–Max is straight, but he enjoys sharing Lottie. You can enjoy being with a woman at the same time as other men.”
The instant he says it, I know it’s not true.
Because Idowant it–Idowant to try being with another man.
I’m still bloody fucking hard thinking about Alex kissing me.
Alex stands up and holds his hand out. “Come on. Let’s go back to the manor. You can hang out in my room–no pressure–and we can chat more if you’d like.”
I stare at his hand for a few beats.No pressure.That sounds…
“Perfect,” I tell him, letting him help me up with my good arm.
CHAPTER 34
Lottie
I sleep like the dead, only waking once to pee before climbing back between Max and Otto and passing out for six more hours. When I wake up, they’re both gone–but Otto has my coffee sitting on a cup warmer with a note and a single purple rose.
Hope you slept well, darling. I’m so glad you’re back.
Love,
Otto
My heart hammers in my chest.
Love?
It’s just a casual sign off, right? I mean, I’d told Quinn I loved her the morning she brought me coffee–it’s just a thing you do when you care about someone–
