Page 42 of Sinful Nights
“Oh god,” he groans. “No, I won’t have sex with you.”
“What? No, that’s not it. I have Oak for that. I wanted to ask you about what happened with your stepbrother. I was so curious before, but I didn’t have the courage to ask.” Waving my glass of sangria in the air, I smile. “Hello, courage.”
“Oh, it was a while ago. My father married his mom when we were teens. Things happened. Then stuff went down. I ended up living with my grandma.”
“Because of your stepbrother?” I ask, taking another sip of my drink. “Did your parents find out? Did they kick you out?”
“Kind of? It was a mix of things. I try not to think about it, to be honest. I was sixteen when it happened, and I haven’t seen him since.” He shrugs his shoulders, glancing to the other side of the room.
“Damn. Are your parents still married?”
“Yep. I still see my dad sometimes, not because I want to, though. My grandma still tries to get us to talk, but eh, screw him.” He gulps down his drink, then reaches out, grabbing the pitcher and filling up his cup.
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Besides, I’m doing just fine.” He lifts his glass to mine, and we tap them together, saying “Cheers” in unison. “Wait!” Bash yells, sitting up, his glass of sangria sloshing all over the sides. “Oh, shit, dizzy.” He collects himself, then scoots closer to me, getting right in my face. “Did I or did I not hear you correctly, saying you have Oak for sex when I turned you down?”
“Well, first, you didn’t turn me down because I didn’t ask or imply I wanted to have sex with you.”
“Why wouldn’t you?” He smiles, gesturing up and down his body. He’s wearing a matching purple fishnet skirt and crop top, which he can absolutely pull off. I can admit he’s a good-looking guy, but I can’t imagine trying to have sex with him.
“You’re cute, but I’m okay.”
He giggles, waving his hand in front of my face. “Wait, you still haven’t answered me!” His body wobbles, and he sits back down on the couch. “Shit, I may be drunk.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Same. But fine, I’ll answer you. Oak and I might have started having sex.”
“Might? What the hell? There is no might. It’s either you’re having sex, or you aren’t. Might?Psh. What the hell is might?”
“Okay, we started having sex.”
“Oh my god,” Bash squeals, jumping up onto his knees and leaning closer to me. “Tell me everything. The last time we talked about you and Oak, you thought I was crazy for saying you should try to kiss him.”
“I honestly don’t even know. One night, we joked about how everyone always thinks we’re together, and one of us suggested we kiss. And we loved it. So then someone might have suggested a little bit more, and then the next thing I know, I’m riding his cock almost every day.”
Bash spits out his drink, hurrying to wipe up the mess he just made. “Shit, sorry, but oh my god, Cole! When did this happen?”
“Right after we talked about it, honestly.”
“Damn,” he murmurs, smiling brightly. “I’m so damn jealous. Oak is hot as fuck. So, does that mean you’re dating?”
“What? No, we’re not dating,” I say, flabbergasted.
“So, what are you doing? Just hooking up? That’s okay too.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s hooking up either. I don’t know what to call it exactly.” I say, my fingers drifting along the rim of the glass. We never talked about what we’re actually doing. All I know is I don’t plan to stop, and I hope he doesn’t either.
“Okay, let me ask you this,” he says, scooting closer to me. “How does he make you feel?”
I think about Oakley, and a smile crosses my face. “He’s my soulmate, my other half. I wouldn’t want to live this life without him.”
“It sounds like you’re in love with your best friend.”
“Of course, I love him.”
“No, Cole.” Bash snickers, smacking my chest. “Inlove with him. Like you want to be boyfriends. Kiss him, love him, spend the rest of your life with him.”
Nodding my head, I smile, because that sounds perfect. “That sounds like what I’ve always planned to do.”
