Page 9 of Double Play
Don’t stop. Get yourself the fuck outta here, Jackson.
“Is he okay?” Layla asks, and I drown out the response as I rip the condom off and toss it in the trash, putting my clothes on quickly and flying out the door. I take the stairs two at a time, my head a fucking mess of emotions.
This was your stupid idea. You wanted to explore being bisexual with him. Feelings were never supposed to happen.
God, I’m such a fucking idiot.
Once I’m outside and walking back to the car, everything hits me all at once. All the emotions that I try to shove down in these situations. The ones that have been getting stronger each time we do this.
What the fuck are we even doing? Fucking people together. It’s not like we don’t just come home and fuck each other afterwards. Obviously something is left unfulfilled if we feel the need to do that, right?
“Jack,” Dre calls after me, chasing me down the block to the parking lot where the car is. “Jackson, stop! If you’re feeling sick, you need to stop so I can figure out what’s wrong.”
He didn’t stay to finish fucking her.
Andres came after me.
“I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this, Dre.” I let out a breath and lean up against the passenger door of the car, running my fingers through my hair.
“Doing what?” He stops next to me and starts to button up his shirt.
Fuck, don’t ruin this, Jackson.“Nothing. You know what? Never mind. I’m just being stupid.”
“Mi sol.”
Don’t fucking do this to me.
“Don’t,” I say, shaking my head.
“You can’t keep doing what?” Andres grabs my chin, and the look in his eyes breaks the wall that holds it all back.
“Sharing you.” I choke out the words, the tears slowly trickling down my cheeks. “With women. I’m—I’m getting jealous anytime you moan because of something they do. It’s driving me insane.” I can’t stop the words from flowing now. “They’re mine, Dre. Your moans should belong to me.”
Now who’s being possessive?
Andres doesn’t respond.He just stares at me with his gorgeous brown eyes, something growing behind them.
Fuck, what have I done?
“Get in the car, Jackson.” He hits the unlock button on the fob and pulls the passenger door open, motioning for me to get in.
It’s probably best not to sass him right now. I can’t tell if he’s pissed at me or just annoyed. Otherwise I’d totally hit him with, “Did you just ‘getin the car, Elizabeth,’me?”
Because he totally did.
Now I’m scared and a little turned on.
Fifteen minutes later,we’re in his apartment. There's been complete silence between us the whole time. I don’t know why I just followed him inside, whether it’s just routine or something subconsciously telling me that whatever I started wasn’t finished yet. All I know is I’m nervous I’m about to lose the one person I care about most in the whole world.
“Jackson,” he breathes, leaning against the island, and I hold my breath waiting for everything to implode.
After a few seconds of silence, I speak. “Dre… I?—”
“Fuck it.”He pushes away from the counter, crossing the few steps between us to grip my arm and shove me face-first into the wall.“Me vuelves loco.”
Right back at you, baby.
Dre and I sharing women—it’s just the way we fill the strange. fucking emotional unavailability we both pretend to have. Like if we put a woman between us, we don’t have to confront the fact that we really only want each other.
