Page 8 of The Secret's Out

Chapter Three

Billy

Jesus motherfuckin’ Christ. Hearing Josie, the one woman who stole my heart, was in trouble, I wanted to slaughter everyone who did her wrong. Ever since I carried her small, scared body into the hospital four years ago, she owned me. Though, for two years I didn’t let it show. Even though she was crushin’ on me, she’d been too young and messed up. Christ, she still was, and anyone who knew what had happened to her would understand why. I’d fought my feelings for her because she was sixteen and I was eighteen. But then, when she turned eighteen, I broke and told her I wanted her in my life. It was a lost cause because I wasn’t the only one.

Caden ‘Pick’ Adams also wanted her. He even had strong feelings for Josie Alexander. At the time, we thought we were doing the right thing by telling her how we felt, at the same time, we cared and wanted her to stay in Ballarat with us. To be with each of us to see who she would choose.

She was scared of the idea.

Frightened.

Both of us could see it swarming her eyes and making her body shiver.

So she chose no one.

Because she had been scared.

But most of all, it was because she didn’t want to hurt either of us.

She couldn’t see that she already had.

Josie was....Christ, she was everything. Sweet, shy, beautiful...everything.

Pick, hell, he was domineering and a pain. Most of all, he was fuckin’ annoying because he was a good man. He was a man I needed to steer clear of to keep myself sane.

Not that I’d have much luck in the next month or so. Not until we’d clear Josie of her hell and we’d be apart once again.

Yeah, the next month or so was gonna be hard for my sanity, body and heart.

As for why I stayed away from Pick for the last two years...I was a mean motherfuckin’ biker. I wasn’t some pining bi tool, wanting to suck another man’s cock.

Crap. Scrap that cock thought from your head, idiot. It’ll lead to dangerous thoughts.

Like the feel of Pick sliding his dick in and out of my mouth.

The taste of Pick on my tongue.

The way his body moved.

His face when he blew his load into my mouth.

And then after when he tried to...sleep beside me.

As if I meant something to him.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

Because Josie meant more to me than him.

Fucking hell.

Another lie, they both mean so much to me.

Was I even bi? I didn’t know because there’d been only one man who had me thinking I could be. There’d been only one man I’d let touch me and sucked off. I had hoped it was the booze talking that night. I wasn’t so sure anymore, and hadn’t been sure for a long time.

Confusion punctuated every feeling and thought when it came to Caden Adams.

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