Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,96

be interested, and I didn’t want to have to choose between the two of you, so I never said anything. But that night I was lonely and kind of drunk, and the thought of you going home with someone else for the millionth time hurt me so much I could hardly breathe. So, I scared him away.”

His confession makes me feel warm from head to toe, my heart almost too big for my chest. “And then we went home together,” I remember.

“We did,” he says with a smile. “That I didn’t plan, but I’m glad it happened.”

“Me too,” I agree. “While we’re confessing things, there’s something I want to show you.”

“If it’s your dick again, I need ten more minutes,” he says with a yawn.

“It’s not my dick. Come on.” I roll out of bed and drag Bishop along with me.

We stop in front of my second bedroom/geek cave. “Hey, I’ve never been in here. I always figured this was a home office. Is it not?”

“Nope,” I answer, putting my hand on the knob and taking a deep breath. Bishop loves me; he won’t care that I’ve been a closet nerd all these years.

“It’s not a sex dungeon, is it?”

“It’s not a sex dungeon.”

“Well, open the door, now I’m curious.”

I turn the knob and push it open, holding my breath as I wait for a reaction.

“A library?” he asks, stepping inside.

“It’s my sci-fi collection.”

“Is this what Riot meant when he said you two had a lot in common? He’s a total sci-fi nerd too, right?” he asks, walking over to the bookshelf and glancing briefly at it before turning back to me with an expectant look on his face. “This was some big secret? I don’t get it.”

“I guess this turned out to be pretty anti-climactic, but my dad was always weird about this stuff so I got in the habit of hiding it and then I sort of got used to the fuckboy, financial guru, image obsessed front I put on, and it felt easier to be that guy than this guy.” I gesture around.

“I don’t care.” He shrugs. “You’re the same guy I fell in love with who adds blueberries to my pancakes even though you can’t stand them and knows how to kiss me until I forget my own name. I’m sorry you thought you had to keep this hidden.”

“I feel a little stupid for building this up in my head now,” I admit with a chuckle, sinking down on my oversized chair and opening my arms to beckon Bishop over.

He climbs onto my lap and nestles close. “Was it something having to do with all this that you and Riot were being all secretive about when you went away for the weekend?”

“We went to Comic Con,” I explain.

He snickers. “Nerds,” he teases, and I pinch the little bit of fat on the side of his stomach, making him squeal.

“Then you’re a nerd lover,” I accuse.

“Guilty,” he agrees, turning his head and kissing me.

Bishop

“I should’ve figured out your secret life as a nerd,” I say, opening Hudson’s dresser, grabbing a Battlestar Galactica t-shirt, and pulling it on.

He chuckles, slipping one arm around my waist and reaching around me with the other to grab a shirt for himself.

“Not going to get all fancy to go out to breakfast?” I tease. It’s rare to see Hudson out of a suit, unless he’s naked of course. In fact, the more I think about it, he’s at least worn suit pants and a button up shirt any time I’ve seen him out since college, and then he strips down to his underwear as soon as he gets home. I didn’t even realize he owned this many t-shirts.

“I think I’m going back to the more relaxed look I had in high school.”

“I like the relaxed look on you,” I admit. “Although, you do rock the hell out of a suit too.”

“But naked is best, right?”

“Obviously.” I spin around and grab a handful of his ass, grinding my cock against his through our underwear. After getting off together twice last night and once this morning already, neither of our cocks stir, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel nice to rub up against him all the same.

“We need pants,” Hudson says, and I chuckle against his lips.

“That’s the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“Well that’s certainly saying something,” he jokes.

I take it upon myself to steal a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer as well, and he does the same. I’m certainly not