Page 136 of Hollywood

“You did that already.” I reached around him to soap hischest. I let my fingers stray to his nipple, giving it a twist. He arched with a small moan. “My turn now.”

“No, that’s…”

I let my hands wander lower until I found the thickening cock between his thighs. I squeezed and stroked, loving the hardness of him under all that slippery skin.

He bucked into my fist with a groan. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m not worried,” I murmured into his ear. “You always come for me, don’t you, darlin’?”

He turned his head, taking my lips in a clumsy kiss that had us both straining into awkward positions. His hot panting breaths were nearly enough to get me hard again. I drank him in, tasting the need on his tongue as he fucked my fist, hips rocking faster.

“That’s it, Hendrix. Give it to me.”

He tore his mouth from mine, crying out as his cock pulsed in my hand. Ropes of white cum streaked the wall of the shower in front of him. I continued to work his cock, wringing every drop I could get out of him.

Hollywood had shattered me in that bed. I’d needed the release, emotionally as well as physically. But this was easier. More comfortable. I was in control again.

We soaped and rinsed off. When we got out, Hollywood turned to me. “Are you really okay?”

“I made you fall apart. That’s always okay with me.”

He cupped my shoulders. “Don’t hide again, Tex. It’s not healthy. What happened with your dad is a big deal.”

My throat tightened, and I averted my gaze. “I know. It was inevitable, though.”

“Because he’s a homophobe?”

“No.” I paused. “Well, yes. But not just that. We haven’t been in a good place for a really long time. Sometimes wepretended, but…” I shook my head. “I don’t want to think about him.”

“Okay.”

“I just worry about what he might be telling my sister. If Chastity writes me off too—” My voice broke.

Hollywood drew me into a hug. “Maybe you should talk to her.”

“Yeah.” I swallowed hard, burying my face into his neck. “What if she hates me?”

“What if she doesn’t?” he asked softly, arms still holding me close, both of us still naked. There was nothing sexual about the way he held me, though. It was pure comfort. It reminded me of that first night we’d hooked up, when he’d held me on the couch. The first time I’d let myself take comfort in another person in years.

I pulled away when our skin began to stick together.

“I should tell her,” I said. “Even if she hates me, I want her to hear it from me. Not…”

Hollywood nodded. “I’ll go with you, if you want.”

It would probably go over better to come out to my sister alone, rather than shove my boyfriend in her face. Then again, Hollywood was so gorgeous, how could she blame me for falling for him?

When it came down to it, I wanted him by my side. Wanted the reminder that if I lost my sister, I wasn’t alone. I still had the love of a really amazing man.

I kissed him. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

We rolled into Hayworth city limits around 1 p.m. Hollywood had called to check on Ruby, and Kelly had offeredto keep her until dinnertime. Plenty of time for my sister to disown me.

I drummed my fingers on my steering wheel as I made the turn onto her street. Her ten-year-old silver Nissan sat in the driveway. She was home. But then, I knew she would be. She watched some neighborhood kids on weekdays and picked up a few housekeeping gigs to cover the bills—but never on the weekends. Those were for quality family time, she always said.

Somehow, I didn’t think she’d intended that to include her brother telling her he was bisexual.

I parked at the curb and killed the engine. I couldn’t bring myself to open the door.