Page 18 of Play Dirty

One. Steal their car.

Two. Wake one of them up and ask for a ride into town.

Three. Walk away.

Aside from stealing the car, these are the same options I had yesterday.

Why. Am. I. Here?

“Why are you up?”

Alexander is standing in the doorway naked, hard, and sleepy.

“Dude, you wanna take me into FoCo and drop me off somewhere? Because otherwise I’m stealing your car.”

He lets out a small laugh, walks into the kitchen, and starts making coffee.

I’m staring at his ass. It’s pretty nice.

“Well?” I ask.

“What can I do to make you stay?”

“Why do you want me to stay? And don’t say she wants me, OK? She says you want me. I feel very unwanted. So let’s stop talking in circles.”

“Obviously I’m looking to improve our relationship. And you’re a part of that.”

“How? It makes no sense, Alexander. I’ve been gone almost eight years now. We’ve all moved on.”

“She hasn’t.”

“She says the same thing about you and you know what I see? I see two people making excuses and blaming me for their issues. If you don’t love her—”

“I do love her,” he says, interrupting me. “And she loves me.”

“So what is the fucking problem?”

He turns to face me. Still naked. Still hard. Still very fucking distracting. “The problem is we are allowed to love more than one person in a lifetime.”

“So you two… what? Swing and shit?”

“No,” he says. “That’s not what we mean. We want you, Jordan.”

“I hear that. But I don’t see it. And I don’t feel it either.”

“That’s because it’s taken us all these years to admit it and now that we have, now that we’re here… well… we’re afraid.”

“Of?”

“It’s a risk, right? Loving you. Together. There’s always that doubt in your head, ya know. Maybe she’ll love you more than me. Maybe you’ll love her more than me. Maybe I’ll love you more than her.”

I… don’t know what to say to that. So I just say the truth. “I don’t love you guys.”

Alexander leans back a little more. Hands gripping the counter. His cock still semi-hard. Eyes on mine. He says nothing.

“I mean…” I try to explain. “It was fun, ya know. It was hot.” And then I laugh. “Literally, remember?”

He nods.