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“No, you just need more dick.”
Sel laughed and said, “Maybe later. Much later. You are very big.”
“Yeah. I know.”
Sel woke to an empty bed, but it didn’t bother him. He felt like things were changing, like Indio was allowing himself to feel more for Sel. He could be crazy, but Sel refused to let himself deny it.
He showered and dressed in his best linen blend Capri pants and linen tank, doing a twirl in the mirror on the door to assure his ass looked great. Like Binx said, always be in Indio’s eyeshot, showing him what he wanted, what he could so easily have.
Downstairs, he grabbed a banana while sitting on the stool to watch Binx cook. “You look good, and happy,” Binx whispered.
“I am. Happy, that is.”
“Oh? Well, good. I hear that there is good news for the biker guys.”
“He said little, except he’s definitely moving up here,” Sel whispered back.
“So, does that mean you’ll be up here too?”
Thinking far into the future, how having a home there, with family, and with friends didn’t sound bad at all. “Uncle Dante said he’d built a house for me. He was already building one for my family when they wanted to visit.”
“I am pretty sure, if they catch that Brooks, that we’ll be up here too. My Sirs like it a lot. They’re planning on fishing and camping as soon as the threat is gone. We’ve been talking a lot.”
“Yeah, we haven’t gotten there yet. So far, it’s all sex.”
“Oh. That’s…good, though, right?”
“For now. It’s not all I want. Which is crazy, because he really is an asshole. What if he doesn’t chill out? I mean, I can’t imagine being with someone so angry all the time.”
“Figure it out before your heart gets more involved in it. That’s the only advice I can give. I don’t want to see either of you hurt.”
*****
Indio was at the door of the basement when he heard the conversation. His heart ached, and it hated that feeling, but he hated it worse that Selestino thought he was a prick.
Well, he was. He could admit that. It wasn’t Sel. It was everything about Sel, his upbringing, his money, his…life. But he wasn’t what he’d had growing up. He was a tough little fucker. He’d somehow squirmed his way into Indio’s heart. Not that he loved the guy.
Indio doubted he had that in him, to fall in love like that.
Mal was climbing the stairs and Indio pretended to be just heading back down into the basement. “Hey, Mal.”
“Hey, Prez.”
Indio smiled at the sound. “Thanks.”
“How was your night after that?”
Indio stopped cold and avoided Mal’s eyes. “Slept great.”
He made it down the stairs as Mal went into the kitchen, but Kirk was folding his blankets as Indio got to his cot. “I thought you were heading up.”
“Changed my mind. Is that okay?”
Eight chuckled on the other cot as he stuffed clothes into his duffle. “You and your sweetie fighting already?”
“I don’t have a sweetie.”
“No, of course you don’t,” Eight said, laughing. “If it matters, I think he’s hot, but don’t tell Kale I said that. Fucker is more jealous than I am.”
