Page 37 of Cinnamon Strudel
“Fair enough, but I’m sure whatever knot you tied she was into it.”
Jack chuckled and when Morgan cocked his brow he said with an audible grin, “I’ve had the pleasure of working for a few customers in the scene that clearly enjoyed the tying up part.”
“And did it inspire your private life?” Morgan pressed rather curiously.
“Ah, a gentleman doesn’t tell.”
“You don’t happen to be a whisky drinker, do you?”
“I prefer wine.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind.”
“You’re not getting my boyfriend drunk so you can make fun of me!” Alexander argued.
“Says the bastard who nearly choked the first time you found my restraints because you were laughing so hard.”
“Context would be nice. I was laughing at Manuel’s comment about having to tie your woman down so they don’t run from your blind ass.”
They bickered a little longer before Jack excused himself to take a call. Morgan sighed, trying to find the right words, “I’m sorry you felt like you had to hide your relationship from us.”
“It was partially my fault. I was scared to tell you. And yes, I know it was an irrational fear, I just didn’t know how to start.”
“When will you tell Manuel?”
“This week. I might even go by his place tonight.”
“He’s going to be just fine with this.”
“I know. I guess I wanted to be sure and then a few weeks with Jack turned into months and then I was afraid to say it because I’ve kept it a secret for so long. And he was just so supportive and patient. I’m not afraid that Manuel’s going to be mad about my bisexuality, but more so the fact that I hid it for so long—and maybe that I told you first.”
“Why don’t you ask him to meet us here?”
Heavy footsteps returned. “Sorry about that.”
“Do you have time to stay a little longer? Morgan suggested that I see if our other brother can join us.”
“My day is all yours.”
Forty minutes later, Alexander stood to greet Manuel and introduce Jack. There was a long pause and tension building before Manuel exploded. “You fucking bastard!”
“Manuel,” Morgan tried to calm.
“How long have you known?”
Oh, he wasn’t talking to Alexander. “For like an hour.”
“You told him before you told me! No wait… How long have you two been dating?”
“Six months.”
“Six fucking months? And here I was like an idiot trying to set you up without a single word from you. You piece of shit,” but judging by Manuel’s light tone, Morgan knew it was all in good faith. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack.”
“Pleasure is all mine.”
Manuel plonked himself into a chair and signalled for the server. “Now, I’m starving for food and gossip—from both of you. Start talking.”
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