Page 202 of Boys Who Hunt
I stop throwing the ball. “You’re too nice. Has anyone ever told you that?” He blushes even more now, and I get up to wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Too nice for your own damn good.” I plant a succulent kiss right below his ear, and his entire skin erupts into goose bumps. “Too sweet … and delicious …”
His giggles make me grin. “We just had sex.”
“So? We have to make up for all the missed fucking months,” I reply.
“Have you always been this affectionate?” he asks.
“I hovered over you every single day. Is this the first time you’ve noticed?”
He laughs when I begin to caress his nipples. “Stop, that tickles.”
“In a good way or a bad way?”
“Good …” he moans when I draw a line with my tongue all the way from his ear to his neck. “But we really shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“Why? Scared someone will come in and see us?”
“I mean … no one knows about us. Except Silas and Ivy,” he replies.
I lean back. “Are you afraid people might assume you’re gay?”
“I love you. But I love her too,” he says.
“So what, you’re bi.” I tilt my head to look at him. “I am too.”
He frowns. “Are you?”
“I am fucking drowning in need from wanting both you and her at the same time. Do you fucking think I’m anything but bi?”
He laughs, and the sound makes my heart swell.
“Case closed,” I add. “And you know what?”
I wait until he looks at me. “What?”
I grab his chin and slam my lips onto his, claiming that mouth just like I claimed hers. “I don’t care who knows as long as I get to kiss these fucking lips.”
He smiles against my mouth. “That sounds like something I could get used to.”
“Well, well, this is interesting.”
Elliot’s voice has Max darting up from the couch. “Oh, shit.”
Elliot laughs. “Relax. Relax. It’s fine. Carry on whatever you were doing.”
“Wait, you’re not shocked?” Max asks.
“Why would I be?” Elliot says with an affected accent. “Hello, it runs in the family.”
I snort. “Like dad, like son, you mean?”
“Andbrother.” He winks. “So … happy coming out day, I guess.”
“Thanks.” Max licks his lips. “Please, don’t tell Mom. Not yet. I’ll do it when I’m ready.”
Elliot puts his fingers to his lips and makes a key in a lock sign. “My lips are sealed.”
“Why your mom in particular?” I ask.