Whirlwind by Bailey Bradford (reading the story of the .txt) 📕

hot, and the only reason you caught me was ’cause you were going back there to do the same thing.”

“Yup,” Gideon agreed.

“So y’all have been together for a while then?” Stefan asked.

Both men shook their heads. “Not like that,” Gideon explained. “I mean, we fucked guys, together or singly, but we never messed around ourselves until earlier today. I don’t bottom, and Jordan hasn’t ever tried it, so he don’t know if it’s true or not, but he says he doesn’t like it, either.”

Stefan hoped he hadn’t flinched when Gideon had brought up bottoming. Stefan wanted to get fucked again, but then he’d start getting scared when he really thought about it. Stupid, because he’d watched enough people to know that anal sex had to feel amazing when done with someone who cared about you. Still, Gideon and Jordan were hung like few men Stefan had seen even in porn videos. He was afraid having either of them fuck him would hurt no matter what.

“So you’re saying you both like to fuck guys, but you don’t let anyone fuck either of you.” Stefan narrowed his eyes at Jordan then Gideon. “That hardly seems fair if there was ever going to be more than just a one-off with someone else.” His heart pounded as he waited for reactions to his bold statement. Would he run these two off, or were they interested in more than a one-time fuck?

Gideon and Jordan looked at each other. Gideon finally shrugged. “I just don’t like it. It doesn’t feel good to me, but I suppose, if I were in a relationship with someone and it was important for them to get off like that, I’d do it and try not to be a jerk about it. I’d just hope the guys didn’t want to do it often.”

“Guys?” Stefan repeated, watching the way Jordan was staring at Gideon.

Gideon nodded. “Yeah, guys. I don’t just play with Jordan and other men because it’s fun. It’s what turns my crank, having two bodies to touch, to lick.” Gideon arched an eyebrow at Jordan. “Maybe to fuck.”

Jordan squirmed but he didn’t look away. “I don’t know. It’s dumb, I know it is, but I always topped because I like the control.”

“Bottoming doesn’t make you weak.” Even Stefan knew that. “Lots of really strong guys—physically strong and personality-wise—love a cock up their ass, as long as it’s with someone they trust. Nothing wrong with it.”

Jordan looked at Stefan. “So do you bottom, Stefan?”

Stefan’s heartbeat tripled as he stared into Jordan’s eyes. “Yeah,” he answered breathlessly. “I think I want to.”

Chapter Eight

Stefan’s answer caused a strange sensation down in Jordan’s lower anatomy. More specifically, his cock hardened and his own hole clenched. He was suddenly hyper-aware of his ass in a way he hadn’t been before. Gideon traced a line down Jordan’s nape and Jordan shivered.

“What about you?” Stefan asked as he rubbed his hands over Jordan’s chest. “Are you rethinking the whole not bottoming bit? Your pupils are so dilated…”

Jordan closed his eyes but opened them again, gasping as his nipples were pinched.

“Stop hiding,” Stefan commanded, the stern note in his voice surprising Jordan. “Just answer.”

“Maybe,” Jordan admitted. He was ashamed he’d thought bottoming somehow equaled being weaker. No, he’d used his own fear of letting anyone let that close to him permeate all of his sexual encounters. How many times had he secretly fantasized about having Gideon overpower him and force him to spread his ass open? Rape fantasies, and something Gideon would never do, not if Jordan was fighting him, but it’d been the only way Jordan had been able to accept his own needs. He’d only ever dreamed of it with Gideon, but now, the image of Stefan, nude and hungry, that long, thick dick wet-tipped, was causing a riotous reaction in Jordan’s body.

“I need to go check on Mom,” Jordan blurted out. Knowing what he wanted and actually trying to get it were two different things. He needed a break. “You two stay here. I’ll be back in a bit.” Jordan shot out of there, trying the techniques Stefan had shared with them once he was out of the house. He practiced diving and stopped, then he did the whole envisioning-where-he-wanted-to-go thing and ended up sitting on his mom’s kitchen table.

Right in front of her, where she had her head bowed, cradling her face in her hands as she quietly sobbed.

Jordan forgot about his sex life issues. His eyes burned as he tried to comfort his mother. He reached for her, but hesitated when she raised her head and swiped at her eyes. Did she feel him there, somehow?

Jordan moved his hand slowly. When he had it hovering on his mom’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and sobbed again. “Jordan.”

He jerked his hand back, startled. Had that just been coincidence?

“I don’t know if you’re in heaven or if you’re somewhere still on this Earth, if you’re alone or if Gideon followed you like he tended to do in life.” She cried and Jordan had to touch her again. He willed his hand to have some sort of substance, but every time his mom cried out, it broke his concentration.

“I never told you about the spirits here in McKinton,” she said after several minutes, when she seemed to have gotten past a large wall of grief. “At first I didn’t believe in them, and I didn’t want you to hear the nonsense about them, either. I couldn’t work them into my spiritual beliefs either, but I’ve seen things in the past years…” She shook her head and smiled. “Things that almost made me wet my pants. The spirits are real, and McKinton has plenty of them. I know it’s selfish of me, but I kind of hope you’re here.”

Then she cried more, and Jordan focused, really focused, on the tip of his index finger. When his mother gasped and darted her glance all around the room, he knew he hadn’t imagined the warm, soft flesh of