Chapter 241. Asserting Dominance

Bi-confused. 

It wasn’t a word yet, but it was the name I had dubbed my emotion, and I thought it quite fitting. 

The first time I met Torrin, almost two years after my assault, I bucked when I started to suspect he felt something that was more than camaraderie.

We were brothers, closer than what I have even now with Sean and Axel. We rode together, fought together, and he taught me just the right way to torture a person without killing them, or to kill them in the worst way possible.

He had not gone with me to get my revenge on my assaulters, instead he had stayed behind, like a supportive father, or brother if you’ll prefer, cheering me all the way from Europe. 

So when he touched me that one night, gentler than the usual rough brush bros gave bros, and I felt my dick harden in response, and he had looked down with hunger in his eyes. I freaked out.

Young as I was, that was a sore point for me, still is even now, to a lesser extent.