Brady walked into the living room and decided the best place to start would be at the beginning. With a deep, resigned sigh he said “Tell me the story of how you ended up sleeping with our best friend’s sister and why she thinks she turned you gay?”
Mickey walked over from the bar and passed him a beer.
“Thanks.” He digested the words of his statement and realization struck. “She doesn’t know we’re bi?” He didn’t mean to sound terse, but considering the revelations which had occurred prior to the doll passing out, he had an onslaught of varying feelings similar to a jumbled mess of barbed wire swirling like a tornado through his body and soul.
Mickey sighed heavily, as if the weight of the world were now on his shoulders. “She doesn’t know we still like women. Neither of us has been with one in front of her in seven years and it’s not like we make our sex life public knowledge.” He shoved a hand through his dark hair and shook his head.
The tension between them could be cut with a knife and by the wash of emotions working over his friend’s handsome face, Brady wondered if there was more than a story of sex, but unresolved feelings where Felicia was concerned.
He took a swig of the beer and wasn’t sure if he felt betrayed for not knowing what had transpired between the two or jealous because Mickey had experienced the one woman he had always wanted too, but had held back.
The silence continued to stretch. In less than twenty-four hours the cyclone of wavy curls and curves called Felicia had created havoc on his libido, his heart and now his relationship. The woman caused as much catastrophe as a wrecking ball to a brick wall.
Mickey’s tanned complexion had turned ashen and sadness reflected in his dark gaze. In truth he looked like hell. He threw his large frame down on the sofa. “It was the fourth of July before you and I got together.”
Brady did the math—not even two weeks before he and Mickey got together to be exact. He struggled not to get mad or be hurt, after all he did ask for the details, but never did he think hearing what had happened would be painful to listen to. “She would have just turned nineteen.” Bitterness coated his words, saying them tasted like poison on his tongue. “I should be grateful she wasn’t a virgin and she was legal.”
Mickey’s long lashes blinked and a strange expression crossed his face. “She was legal.” He averted his gaze to the bottle in his hand and picked at the label.
Somewhere between Mickey’s tone and his words Brady got the distinct impression she’d been a virgin. “Tell me she wasn’t. How is that possible? Who waits until nineteen?”
His friend flexed his jaw and Brady knew, by that action alone, there was a lot Mickey wasn’t saying. His friend hauled himself off the edge of the sofa and stormed over to the bay window and stared out at the landscape, again falling quiet and lost in thought. Finally he turned. His expression became unreadable. “She was a virgin, and had given up on saving herself for the right guy—she stopped believing in happily ever after and wanted to lose her virginity to someone she cared about. I’d had way too much to drink that night; she’d been drinking at the party with her brother, us and about thirty other of our closest friends at the time. No big deal since it was a private party here at the ranch, and somehow, by the end of the night I thought having sex with her was a good idea.”
Felicia had partied with them at the ranch often. From the time right before she graduated high school up until she went away to college and then when she had returned home. Brady sighed. All of them, he and Mickey and her brother should have been more responsible, but someone once said, hindsight is twenty-twenty. He shook his head and stared at the floor. Finally, he looked up and stared at the man who he shared everything with.
Mickey’s expression revealed he was in silent debate. “I’m not sorry I did it—it was the best, most intense sex I’d ever had with a woman. Probably because my feelings for her ran deep. If you want me to say I’m sorry, that apology will never come. I probably should have told you, but we didn’t tell anyone and after tonight’s episode…” A thin tight smile crossed his lips. “I must say it was very enlightening.”
He’s kidding right?
“Enlightening? That is the best word you can come up with.” The reality of Felicia’s words hit Brady full force. She was attracted to them both. He’d overheard the conversation with Jen earlier, but he didn’t realize Felicia had actually thought and fantasized about having sex with them—sex, marriage and Jesus! What the hell?
“I am sorry, though, that I kept that incident from you, but the last thing I needed was for Collin to find out.” Again his hand shoved through his hair, spiking the dark strands. “Not to mention, you’ve always been so protective of her that I—”
“I love her.” The words hit Brady’s brain and fell off his tongue before he could think.
The other man’s eyes widened and disbelief fell like a mask over his features. “Come again?”
Christ!
He’d opened his mouth to the man he loved and confessed the deepest darkest secret of his heart. There was no option, he had to follow through. “I do. I think I always have and I still don’t regret being with you but I do regret…” he didn’t even know how to finish that sentence, what to think or even what to feel at this point. “I might even be in love with her.”
“It’s okay,” Mickey replied quietly, then stepped toward him with another indescribable look on his face. He raised an arm then cupped Brady’s neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too, I just—”
His friend grinned. “I love her as much as you do. I’m sorry for the past, but remember who her brother is.” The smile vanished from his face as quickly as it had appeared. Pain blinked in Mickey’s dark gaze. Collin was a sore subject with him as it was with Brady.
“I’m always reminded of that.” Brady confessed with bitterness and silently admitted to himself for what seemed like the millionth time, if she wasn’t Collin’s sister he would have explored things with her further. However the fact remained, he was loyal to Collin and their friendship.
Mickey’s hand slipped down Brady’s chest then lowered, caressing his abs before descending to the zipper of his jeans. Beneath the denim, Brady’s cock had already started to stiffen, it hadn’t officially died down from holding and touching Felicia despite the ache and feelings of betrayal he’d experienced.
Mickey cleared his throat. “I had a choice, kill the friendship with Collin or break her heart. Unfortunately, the latter happened and in a lot of ways I betrayed my own heart and soul.” When Mickey’s hand cupped him and started stroking him through the fabric Brady closed his eyes and groaned.
His friend leaned in and rubbed his five-o-clock shadow across the skin of Brady’s neck while his fingers continued rubbing him to a full-fledged hard on. “I know you want her.”
Brady’s cock ached and though his heart and mind were a mess, Mickey’s touch felt so good while fantasies of taking Felicia eight ways from Sunday filled his mind. He reached a hand down and undid the buckle of Mickey’s jeans before parting the denim opening and sliding his hand inside.“I do, but—”
Mickey’s breathy chuckle caressed Brady’s skin. “Let’s pretend for a few days, Collin doesn’t exist and she’s the only woman in the world who’ll complete us.” His lover’s voice was husky and Brady curled his fingers around the solid smooth erection and gently caressed to the tip. He liked—no loved the idea as much as he loved the man beneath his touch and the woman who ruled his heart.
“God yes, I want her.” His confession though hard to admit, fell from his lips before Mickey covered them with his mouth in a hot kiss. Brady’s tongue entered Mickey’s mouth and their tongues entwined, fuelling the need and desire Brady’s body was already experiencing. He moaned against Mickeys lips as his finger slid across the pre-cum of his lovers cock.
The kiss ended and Mickey grinned. “I say we show that girl, we mean business.”
Brady met his friend’s gaze. “And I say we tak
e this to the bedroom.”
Chapter Four
Mickey’s thoughts were reeling as he and Brady walked up the stairs. He paused on the landing and glanced over at Felicia’s door.
“She’s fine, just sleeping off the Jell-O shooters,” Brady whispered.
Mickey turned to him and grinned. “She was completely out of control tonight.”
“She has a tendency to get that way when her mother isn’t looking.” Brady smiled and also glanced at Felicia’s bedroom door before returning his gaze to Mickey. “She wouldn’t have been so messed up if guys hadn’t bought her drinks thinking they had a chance to get her into bed.”
Brady had a point and Mickey hated that he was right. Men loved Felicia even though she was oblivious to it most of the time. Over the last couple years especially, both he and Brady had witnessed grown men trip over their own feet to get her attention. Now she still had a possible fiancé who never would appreciate her. He truly hoped her calling off the engagement and her no doubt drunken rant to the unsuspecting Paul meant, the wedding ordeal was behind them. If it was, then he and Brady could focus on having her full time in their lives.
Mickey inhaled a shallow ragged breath. “Can I be honest?”
“Please, no more secrets, I don’t know if I can take it.” The other’s man response was fair and Mickey knew he’d really hurt Brady. For that he was sorry, but he’d protect Felicia’s one little secret forever—the one reason he’d never regret sleeping with her when she was young, drunk and in love with someone who didn’t notice her.
Mickey smiled at the irony. “I hate every man who looks at her with the sole thought of getting her in bed, or wins one of her smiles.”
Brady sighed. “I know the feeling.”
Mickey’s heart clenched. Somehow, someway, it shouldn’t be like this. Yet it was and next to the woman sleeping off too many drinks, he knew he had no one to blame but himself. If Brady knew the truth, the details of the night he and Felicia had shared, Mickey would never forgive himself and there was a small chance Brady wouldn’t forgive him either. He knew the other man felt resentful toward him now and had carried a strong love for Felicia for quite awhile. Mickey hoped time and having Felicia in their life would make things right—even perfect for them all. Brady knew Mickey had sex with Felicia long ago, he knew Mickey had no remorse or regrets, what he never could know was why Mickey had decided having sex with their best friend’s sister was a great idea—besides the fact she was beautiful and he had too much to drink.
“I meant what I said.” He ran his fingers down Brady’s shaven cheek to his jaw line and over his scratchy five ‘o’clock shadow. “Forget Collin, the good Lord knows he has failed her more times than any of us can count.”
“My parents…”
“Wouldn’t want you to question the man you are today. You love me, you love her.” He offered a weak smile. “If we’re right about the doll, the three of us will very good together and our relationship will make sense.” He nodded toward Felicia’s bedroom door.
“Why don’t you go check on her and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”
He turned to Brady, then leaned in and brushed his mouth against his lover’s. “I’ll be right there.”
Mickey turned and crossed the short distance to the threshold of the room where a very drunk Felicia slept off the effects of overindulging. He pushed open the door and studied the sleeping beauty. Why hadn’t he and Brady clued in sooner? How could they have been so blind to her feelings for them?
Collin was the reason.
Neither he nor Brady had ever wanted to risk losing their best friend; but now they risked losing Felicia. She was worth the risk. As he quietly stepped over to the side of the bed, he hoped maybe Collin and Clarissa would be okay with the… arrangement.
The scenes in the bridal shop and at lunch a month earlier played out in his mind. No, the Morgan matriarch wasn’t going to take things gracefully. Paul was a lawyer with a prestigious Beverly Hills law firm. He and Brady spent their time raising horses and, though they made a lot of money, it didn’t mean anything against the high society status Paul and his family represented.
He knew he wanted her to be happy and her bad behavior and the things she had said about Paul assured him that a life with a dick attorney wasn’t going to bring her any joy.
Felicia stirred slightly and rolled onto her back. A small smile tugged at his lips. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on her full, soft mouth. She stirred again as he lifted his head. Her lashes fluttered open and he held his breath.
“I love you,” she whispered before her long lashes slammed shut and she rolled over to her side.
It took every ounce of control he could muster not to climb onto the bed and wrap her in his arms. He wanted to hold her and reassure her everything would be okay. Soon enough he would have that luxury; right now he had to make sure he and Brady were as strong as they were before. The three of them had to figure things out before her mother, Paul, or even Collin figured out she was at the ranch.
He sighed heavily and walked over to the door, then turned and glanced back at the sleeping Felicia.
I love you too, doll.
Every nerve in Brady’s body was on full alert as he stepped into the hot spray of the large shower in his and Mickey’s private bathroom. A cyclone of emotions continued after his already taxing day. He should be exhausted, but between the love he had felt for Felicia for so long and the desire he had for the man he loved, his brain wouldn’t shut down. Between the revelations, the hurt that felt a lot like betrayal, and not knowing until tonight how Felicia had felt about him, his thoughts were reeling. While all this churned in his mind, he couldn’t escape the thrilling possibility of Mickey, Felicia and him together. The water cascading down soothed his muscles but not his hard-on or the conflicting emotions he was feeling where the beauty sleeping down the hall was concerned. Kissing her lips had been a small step to what was yet to come. After her declarations, on both the phone today and the ones tonight in her drunken state, he knew her feelings for him and Mickey ran way beyond that of a friend. There was little room for debate, she loved them and wanted to be with them.
When Mickey had told her he was taking her up to bed and she asked if it was theirs, Brady, for a fleeting moment, debated it. Only, after her revelations and the drunken mess she was in, the idea had been short lived.
Brady groaned as his cock throbbed. Images of the many fantasies he had of Felicia over the years filled his mind. He wrapped a hand around his shaft and started to stroke. He closed his eyes and slid his hand to the base then up to the tip. His mind brought back images of the many sexual escapades he and Mickey had shared and his hand picked up speed.
“I don’t know what’s hotter, the sight of you stroking your dick or imagining Felicia doing it for you.”
Brady’s thoughts and heart both slammed to a stop. His eyes opened and he turned as Mickey stepped into the shower. He cast the man a grin and raked a heated gaze over strong defined muscles, tanned to his waist. Mickey’s thick, long length jutted out and stood as hard as Brady’s. The two men stared at each other for a moment then Brady released his cock, stepped over to his friend, and covered his mouth in a kiss.
Warm and wet, Mickey’s tongue thrust between his lips and Brady’s skin flamed from the intensity. He wrapped his arms around Mickey’s neck and deepened the kiss. When his lover pulled him closer to his solid chest, Brady savored the intimacy and the feel of Mickey’s wet skin as their dicks rubbed together. A groan collided against his companion’s tongue and pre-cum worked to the head of his aching cock.
Calloused fingers caressed the wet skin of his back then down to the flesh of his ass. The need for release increased and he slid a hand down Mickey’s shoulder, across his solid chest, until he reached the tip of his lover’s erection. With deliberate movements, he circled the hard, thick length and ran his hand lightly over the head then down to the base. The cowboy moaned against his tongue and squeez
ed the flesh gripped in his strong hands.
Brady broke the kiss but continued his hand movement. Wicked fingers slid lightly over his crack to his hole, and when the pad of his lover’s finger stroked and prodded the entrance, Brady tossed his head back with a groan.
In a swift move, Mickey released his ass and turned him around. Instinctively, Brady leaned his arms against the wall of the shower and arched his back. The feel of the cock pressing against him brought the images of Felicia to mind again. He moaned when the tip nudged him and teased the spot the pad of the finger had been only seconds ago.
Hot water cascaded around them in a teaming, erotic pulse as strong hands grasped his hips a second before Mickey’s raging hard-on penetrated the entrance in a single, glorious thrust.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned with pleasure.
One of the palms, gripping his waist, slid to wrap around Brady’s throbbing dick. Hell yeah. With a slow rock of his hips, Mickey withdrew then plunged in deep while his talented hand worked him up and down with firm, deliberate strokes. Brady was bliss. He and Mickey rarely disagreed, but when they did, the makeup sex was always hot and carnal.
His lover’s strong chest came flush against his back, and the velvety tip of a tongue caressed his ear as both shaft and hand picked up speed. “I do love you,” Mickey whispered in a hoarse voice.
Brady moaned, as his sac grew heavy. His mind drifted to Felicia and her soft curves. Visions of her naked body on the large bed filtered into his thoughts. Mickey hissed then growled. His momentum increased with every thrust and his body smacked hard against Brady.
“Imagine her sandwiched between us,” Mickey rasped, as if reading Brady’s wickedest desires. “Having both of our cocks buried deep inside her.” By the ragged hoarseness of his lover’s voice, he knew Mickey’s climax was as close as his own.
Brady threw his head back and his shoulder blades slammed against his lover. The vision was too much. Fire ripped down his spine in an explosion of heat and his dick pulsed.
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