Bryce pumped his hips as fast and hard as he could. He used his arms to hold Nick’s legs out of the way. “Jack yourself off. I’m a little busy here,” he teased. Nick groaned, wrapped a hand around his erection and started to jerk. Within seconds, thick, white come pulsed out of his dick with each of Bryce’s thrusts. Seeing him pushed Bryce over the edge. He let go, emptying his balls into Nick’s ass, filling him.

Slowly, he pulled out, watching his come leak out of Nick’s hole and run down his leg, and damned if his cock didn’t jerk again.

He lay down on Nick’s chest, taking his mouth, knowing that he would never want anyone other than this man. It was time to make that clear to everyone in their lives. He didn’t give a shit how hard it was for everyone, they’d need to accept it. Because Bryce wasn’t letting Nick go.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Despite the fact that Karrie was the oldest Fuller child, and Nick the youngest, he’d always been the closest with her. Growing up, she was the one he’d always go to. She’d helped when his Mom had been so angry that he was proposing to Jill at such a young age. She’d confronted her on the fact that she treated Nick like he was helpless while also putting him on a pedestal because he was the only boy.

And he wanted to talk to her about Bryce.

Nick told her he wanted to meet up in private, so they picked a day her husband’s parents would have the kids, and Nick went over.

His goddamned hands wouldn’t stop shaking. This would be the first time he actually told someone in his personal life that he was in a relationship with another man. He wasn’t sure how she would take it.

“You look like you’re going to vomit all over the place, Nick. What’s wrong?” Karrie asked as she opened the door.

He walked into the house. “Nothing. I’m fine. I’m—”

“A liar,” she interrupted.

He shrugged, because she was pretty close to being correct. “I am a liar. I’m not fine. Not in some ways, but in others, I’m more fine than I’ve ever been, if that makes any sense.” It was such a confusing cluster in his head. He knew how he felt and what he wanted, even though he didn’t understand it.

Karrie frowned, pushing her brown hair behind her ear. “You’re scaring me, Nick-o. What’s wrong?”

She hadn’t called him that since he was a kid. “Come on. Let’s go sit down. Do you have any coffee?”

“I’m a mom, Nick. I live on coffee.”

The two of them walked into the kitchen, made a cup of coffee, before sitting down at the table. Nick blew on it. Took a drink. Blew on it again. Stalled.

He was being a fucking pussy.

He leaned back in the antique, wood chair and eyed his sister. “I’m in a relationship with my neighbor.”

Another frown. “Okay...I’m not sure why that’s a big deal. I know Mom gets funny about who’s good enough for her boy, but you’re a grown man. You’re single. You have every right to be in a relationship if that’s what you want.”

Nick’s grip on his cup got stronger, but he didn’t turn away from his sister when he said, “My neighbor is a man, Karrie. I’m in a relationship with another man.”

If this wasn’t such a serious moment, he’d laugh at her expression. Karrie’s mouth dropped open, her eyes wide. He’d never shocked his sister in his life. Leave it to Bryce to be the thing that did it for him. He was always giving Nick new experiences, even when he wasn’t around.

“Oh... You’re gay? I never guessed. Is that what caused problems between you and Jill?” Her voice sounded far away, as though she was drifting as she spoke. Nick didn’t think she realized it, though, didn’t think she did it on purpose.

“I guess gay is what you have to call it. I’m in love with another man, but it wasn’t what caused problems between Jill and I. I’ve never so much as looked at another man before him. I don’t...I don’t know what it is about him. It’s just...right.” There was no other word for it than that. For the first time since Nick told her, he looked away. He leaned forward with his elbows on the table and his face in his hands. It was minutes later before he spoke again. “I’m scared to death, Karrie. I’m scared of what this means. I’m scared of the changes in my life. I’m scared because I’m not sure how my family will react...but none of that is enough for me to want to walk away from him. The thought is unimaginable. It doesn’t matter if I understand any of it. It’s just the way I feel.”