Page 105 of The Battle of Maddox
“It doesn’t have to be. Just be honest with yourself and if you’re interested, find out if this is something you really want. That kiss on the stage with Aaron? Clarified so many weird ass things going on in my head with him, why I felt pulled to him. Don’t get me wrong, this is scary as fuck. And I know it’s going to be hard, and people are going to make faces and hate me and shun me, but Aaron? And what I think we have? Worth it.”
Ora stared down at his paper, and back at the pen. “I am terrified. I’ve never felt like this for anyone, never mind a guy.”
“Then I think you owe it to both of you to try this. You don’t have to jump into bed. You don’t. You can date. Get to know each other. Clean up your ASL, and just…explore.”
He shook his head, snatched back the pen, dropped it on the paper and stood up. “Excuse me. I have some texts to exchange.”
I held up my hand and he high-fived me as he walked by.
Holland laughed once he was out of the room. “Gay Guru?”
“I’m bi,” I groaned.
“Oh, no. You’re now the Gay Guru. That was priceless. And well done.” Rand walked by and clapped me on the shoulder. “Seriously. That was killing him. I like Ford and I think they’ll be good together.”
“Agreed.” I pulled my phone out and looked at it again. Still nothing. Three days.
We messed around a little longer in Rand’s studio, and then went our separate ways. I really needed to know what Aaron was up to, but I didn’t want to keep bothering Mel. Since he was the only one of his friends I had a contact for, I’d wait another day.
I walked into the apartment I owned, about four blocks away from Chase, and his boyfriend Marcus. I thought about going over and bothering them, but for some reason, the only company I wanted at that moment was Aaron’s.
It was a relief to be home. Having such a major bomb dropped on us while we were overseas was tough, and having him have to run—understandably—sucked because…it was literally hours after we’d had sex. Mind blowing sex.
I had amazing sex with a man and not only did I not regret it, I wanted more. More of Aaron. More of our time together.
My phone pinged and I pulled it out to check the message.
Essie. Shit. I’d thought I was done with her.
Essie: Hey, sexy. I’ll be over in the morning.
Doxx: No. Essie, no.
Essie: Nope. You won’t talk me out of it.
Essie: I’m bringing breakfast. I feel like sausage.??
Oh, God, this woman.
Doxx: That wasn’t talking you out of it, Ess. Don’t come over. You broke up with me, I’m done, I’ve moved on.
Essie: You only need to be reminded how good we are.
Doxx: No. Do not come over. I don’t want you here.
Essie: Bright and early, rise and shine!
Doxx: Do not come over.
She didn’t text me again, but I knew she hadn’t gotten the drift of my repeatednoes. I’d lost all interest in her before all of this, and now, with my sexy little twink drummer? I think I was somewhere in the negative interest range. And not just because he was hot in bed—we connected in ways I’d always dreamed of.
It was probably better I’d gone home. I wasn’t in the mood to have my feelings picked apart by Chase, Uriah, and Noah. And wouldn’t Noah run with this mess, because it wasn’t his mess.
I putzed around the kitchen, made myself a quick dinner, and decided ten p.m. wasn’t that early to go to bed after watching a bad movie. I texted a few people, had a few laughs, and still worried about the fact that Aaron still hadn’t texted me.
The image of Aaron below me in the hotel room, wriggling and panting and begging for me took over my brain. The taste of his lips and feel of his skin were all as fresh and real as if he were there with me.
I wiggled into the bedsheet and let my hand drift down to my cock. Fisting myself, I let the time we’d spent together drift into my mind. I was glad I decided to come home, because this was going to be one hell of a jerk off session.
