Page 40 of The Secret's Out

Chapter Ten

Billy

Josie had gone to the apartment downstairs to help Mrs Evans, the new tenant, with her two-year-old son while Mrs Evans ran to the grocery store. Simone was out with some dude she was seeing at the time. Pick and I were sitting on the couch watching CSI. The women of the house hated the show, so we were happy to get the place to ourselves, knowing that Josie was only downstairs safe.

“Saw Cameron the other day,” Pick said after taking a pull of his beer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, the idiot and two of his friends cornered me in the dunny. Apparently, they thought I was the lesser freak of the two of us.”

I busted out laughing, knowing that wasn’t true. We were both the same really. When we protected, we did it in the way no fool would want to try shit. The most ruthless way possible.

“What a fuckin’ tool,” I said. “What’d you do?”

“After I knocked out his friends, I threatened to gut him like the pig he is. To get my point across, he now has a small scrape across his stomach.”

Snorting, I asked, “You think he knows we don’t fuck around now?”

“Not likely.”

“What’s up with that fucker? How dumb can one person be?”

“He likes to hide behind his lawyer daddy. He thinks he’s invincible.”

“Idiot. No one’s invincible to Hawks.”

“Exactly.”

My hands played with my now empty beer bottle. I’d been wanting to ask Pick something for a long time, but fuck, I was a dude and dudes didn’t talk about anything but cars, bikes and work.

“What you wanna ask?” Pick questioned. I looked over at him, one brow raised. I swear the dick could read minds sometimes. He lay on the couch, his knees bent and feet up right next to me. Then he spread his legs and smirked up at me.

“You’re a fuckin’ freak when you do that.”

He shrugged. “I know. It’s just easy to read you and our girl, that’s all. So, you gonna talk or what?”

“Christ, Pick. I don’t know...Fuck. Okay, look...do you think? Hell, I’ve had a hard-on for the last three weeks over our woman. Do you think she’s ready to, you know?”

I was waiting for the laugh, the teasing. When it didn’t come, I looked over at him. His face was serious. He shrugged and said, “Not sure. She loves the attention we give her already and, fuck, I know she gets excited from it, but I ain’t sure she’s ready for the next step. Even if we are more than ready.”

Banging my head against the back of the couch, I said, “My dick has had enough of my hand every fuckin’ morning in the shower.”

“I know the feeling,” Pick uttered.

We went back to watching TV. I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one havin’ a hard time. Josie was fuckin’ amazing. She shared her sweetness between the two of us perfectly. Leaving neither of us worrying she cared for the other more. Nope, our woman showed us both the same love.

CSIfinished and goddamn Mork and Mindy started playin’. There was no way in hell I was sitting through that crap.

“Pass the remote. We ain’t watching this,” I demanded, holding out my hand for the remote sitting behind Pick’s head on the armrest of the couch.

“Fuck off, this show is a classic.”

“Brother, do not fuck with me. I ain’t watching it.”

Pick chuckled. “Looks like you don’t have a choice.”

Dammit, he was gonna hog the fuckin’ remote and make me suffer through it. Well, screw that. I moved quickly, I was over him reaching for the remote, but the dick was faster. He grabbed it and stretched his arm out further from my reach.

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