Page 44 of Betraying Bexley

"What would you like me to call you? Mi Vida?"

“Cliché.” Bex frowned. “My name is p-perfect.”

“Your name, huh?” He scrubbed his chin as he stared at Bex. “I guess, I could use your name, Bexley.”

“Oh man, that’s worse than being called chiquita,” Bronx grumbled. “What about querida?”

“Look at Bronx being a clutch player.” He high-fived her. “So, what do you think, Bex?”

She stared at both of them. Why did she feel like more was going on there than she understood? “I-I like it.”

“Good, then you’re going to enjoy this part too.” Alé placed her between his legs, facing Bronx.

“W-What’s going on here?”

“We’ll stop if you say so.” Bronx kneeled in front of Bex. “But, we both think you need to let loose a little and have fun.”

Bex swallowed hard. “W-With b-both of you.”

Bronx nodded. “You okay with that?”

“Y-yes.” No. She didn’t know. Nervous energy filled her. She’d never been with two people at one time because she wanted to. Her heart pounded. Her fingers trembled.

"Good, because so are we." Bronx scooted closer. "I like you, Bex. Alé does too. Hell, I think all the guys do in their little weird ways, but we desire you."

“What are you twelve?” Alé chuckled. “Look, what she means is; you’re a hot mami. Both of us have had our eye on you for a while, but we could never find the perfect moment to tell you.”

Bex understood. There weren’t many times in school where she wasn’t being manhandled by someone for whatever reason. Seeing her at her worst probably didn’t make a great first impression. Yet, Bronx figured it out. She approached Bex first then brought the others with her and soon, she found a place, albeit tenuous. “T-Thank you.”

“Thank you?” Bronx scrunched up her face. “Why are you thanking us?”

“Because you became my friends.” She glanced down, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She didn’t have friends. Every person who came and went through her life was a user or any abuser. Bronx and Alé were neither.

“You spoke without stuttering!” Alé turned her to face him. “Holy shit.”

He kissed her again and this time there was an exciting edge to it. It made her giddy with anticipation and happiness. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and, after a little maneuvering, she placed her legs over him, cuddling into his chest. It was hard to explain her stuttering. When she was afraid it was worse. When she was relaxed and happy, it faded, but it wasn't a guarantee. Anger though, caused her stutter to disappear. More times than not, the words she wanted to say didn't come out right or at all. So a second of clarity where she could express herself, she'd take it.

“Surprise,” Bronx whispered.

Alé lifted his head. “Wait, you knew?”

Bronx joined them, wrapping her arms around Bex’s middle. “Yeah, I thought you should hear her on your own.”

“D-Don’t g-get your hopes up,” Bex murmured. “I-It c-comes and g-goes.”

“We’ll take it.” Alé kissed her again. “You know, I wanted to do more out here, but I am freezing my nuts off.”

Bex laughed. “I-I ag-gree.”

“Wait, you have nuts too?” Bronx teased.

“N-No. S-Silly.” She laughed. “T-Thank you. F-For this.”

“Oh, we’re not done, Bexley.” Alé nipped her bottom lip. “We’re going to finish at home where it’s warm and there are blankets to hide under.”

While Bronx cleaned up their spot, Alé carried Bex back to the car. It was nice to be held in such a way. She was secure in his arms. At some point, she must have drifted off, because the next time she opened her eyes, they were pulling into the driveway of the house and there was another vehicle behind the Maserati they’d claimed was hers now.

“Looks like Eito and Alex are home,” Bronx whispered. “Guess they got bored.”

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