Page 28 of Matlock
And he’d let me.
He’d let me feed him my cock until I was coming down his throat. Then he’d let me fuck his ass. I closed my eyes against the feeling that settled in my gut. I wanted to push it away, butit was the same feeling I’d had since Simon woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me to meet him at the police station.
I was going to lose him.
Even if I won his case, even if I was able to prove him innocent, I would lose him if I didn’t step the fuck up.
But I couldn’t.
Maybe if we lived somewhere else. Maybe Denver or Seattle. Somewhere homosexuality was not only accepted but celebrated. California was an option.
But Simon’s life was here. My club was here. I’d built a practice here in the middle of fucking nowhere.
He didn’t understand my need for privacy. My need to keep my sexuality a secret. No one did.
“Where’s Simon?” King asked as he sat down beside me.
“Home.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be with him?” he asked. “Why didn’t you bring him with you?”
“He didn’t want to come.”
“You invited him?”
I looked at my president. He was a few years younger than me, but I didn’t care. I’d never wanted to hold an office. I’d joined the club looking for the same thing everyone did.
A place to belong.
Only, I didn’t belong, because I was lying to them every fucking day.
“Yes, I invited him. He said no.”
“How did you feel about that?”
“What the fuck is this?”
“Just checking on my brother who’s worried about hisclient.”
I swore I heard an inflection when he said client. But that could have been my insecurity, my fear of being found out. None of my brothers had ever questioned my sexuality.
There’d been some ribbing in Arkansas because I didn’t sleep with the whores. I wasn’t the only one, and I assured them I was getting plenty of ass when I was out.
I just never told them that ass was attached to a dick.
I told myself it wasn’t their business. And I believed that for a long time. I still believed it was no one’s business but mine and that of the person I was with. The problem was that the person I was with wanted to be seen. He wanted to shout it from the fucking rooftops.
“Nav find anything yet?” King asked.
“I just got here. Came by to get some clothes. Haven’t been to his office yet, but I assume if he had something, he’d have called.”
“Most likely. He’s not one to keep shit to himself.”
There it was again. The feeling that King was taking a dig at me.
“You have something to say, Prez?”
King turned his head and smiled. “Nope.”
