My Bisexual Mate

Chapter 8

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I'm doomed.

"Prynse hurry the fuck up before I throw you through the window!" My father yells no doubt getting tired of waiting on me, but I have to make a respectful but hot appearance, I have to make Risk gaze at me and drool.

All I have is black, red, and a few white, talk about no change but I don't want to change my closet of clothes to bright colors like fucking yellow, Yack!

"Coming old man!" I yell back. I decide on a white button-up, cuff the sleeves over my elbow, and match it with my black jeans pants and my black leather jacket then I run down the stairs to stop when I see dad coming up with a fed-up face.

"You're so lucky" his eye twitch as he uses his thumb and index finger to indicate how lucky I am, and can I say it's not a lot considering the space is so small? "Soooo lucky." He said like a person who's been holding their breath underwater for too long. Then he turns left to me, I hurry up to catch them and off we were.

In about fifteen minutes of driving, we finally reach our destination Hart's house which isn't so bad it's pretty cool. Their house is.... what would I say now, well different because, unlike a normal house that has welcome mats or welcoming decoration on their door, Risk's parents' door has Chucky painted on it and his knife pointing to the doorknob. Chucky had a wide, scary grin on his face while his knife said welcome.

"Well, that's interesting," I said but mom and dad just laugh shaking their heads as if they are used to it and they probably are since my parents and his are best friends, no doubt this isn't the first time my parents have been here.

"The first time we came to their home, we didn't see it there then your mom and I were playing on our way up to the steps and turn around only to jump like ten feet in the air." My father said holding his heart for effects.

"Speak for yourself, more like he jumped ten feet in the air bringing me to the bottom of the steps with him still clinging on to me. It didn't help that it was late so surrounding the house was darkness at the time except for the light that just shine down on the door, so people know where it is." Ma laughs as dad glares at her for outing him just now.

"Why would you do that buttercup!" He pulls her close and whispers thinking I didn't hear but I did so when he looked up at me, I smirk and wink in a 'yea I heard you' way that he scoff upon then clear his throat pushing his chest out, but mom just hit it back in.

"Don't push that chest out daddy bear, you're already outed." Mom walks away not before muttering 'punk.'

They continue to mumble back and forth like teenagers, so I push the doorbell instead, but I was the one who jump ten feet in the air this time if not more because mom and dad stumble over with laughter so hard. My heart continues to beat fast as I eye that hideous creature and the devil doorbell. Instead of normal doorbells like Pure Bell, Postman, Harmonies, Temple bell, or Tickety-tock. It was fucking Chucky laughing instead and I am talking about the laugh he does when he's about to kill one of his victims.

"He jumped higher than you did daddy bear!!" Mom exclaims clutching her stomach from laughing so hard. The door opens revealing a shirtless Risk, he stands firm with a smile on his face, and don't get me wrong I saw the smile and it is breathtaking, but his body is to die for. Of course, I have more muscle than him but with his lean figure, I just want to lick over and over; I fear I'll be drooling if he remains so for the night.

"Boy, you better move from the door." His mom pushes him away with her hips sliding into his previous position with a welcoming smile while Risk groan from where he is now.

I hear giggling inside and his mom immediately invites us in, and I see where the giggles are coming from. Those two nuggets from school who Risk ask his parents to let stay with them; look happier and their skin glows more since they've been here at Risk's home.

"The door didn't get him, but the doorbell did." Mom informs on me laughing while dad was busy wiping tears from his eyes, silently laughing until more appear having to wipe it again so just roll my eyes at how over dramatic, they are.

"What did I tell you, mom? I did that by the way so give me my praise." Risk appears redoing what his mother did to him, hitting her out of the way gently with his hip. "Come on give it." He continues closing his eyes with open his arms waiting.

"Pup you better get up those damn stairs and put on a shirt or I'll stop buying what you love so much." She threatens and immediately his eyes open and his gaze shoots to his mother, like seeing a ghost for the first time he gasps at her.

"You wouldn't" he held his chest faking hurt and 'oh my Goddess-ing' his mother continuously.

"Oh, I would."  She narrows her eyes, challenging him to go further.

"Fine, fine!!" He turns away heading upstairs "I'm going, see?" He asks the obvious because everyone can see him going up the stairs. "No joke mom." He points, squirming his eyes at her while slowly taking a step up until we can no longer see him. "I can still see you mom." We laugh shaking our heads at his silliness.

"Go up and make sure he's properly dressed Prynse, will you?" She asks nicely touching my shoulder in a motherly manner I want to say no so badly but not because I don't want to see Risk but because of the images that'll be stuck in my mind, instead it is because I'll be in his territory. I nervously nod and hesitantly made it up the stairs, I purposely take baby steps, so he'll come out and I won't have to do what his mother said but faith takes me on a different route and one that leads to me standing in front Risk room door.

I raise my hand and knock waiting for him to answer, "I always knew you wanted me but sadly we have a family dinner to attend." He said with his signature cocky smirk and his overconfident personality with his hair brushing against his face ever so slightly.

"Don't flatter yourself, pretty boy, your mom sends me up here to make sure you didn't come down with fewer clothes instead." I stated confidently with a smirk of my own "I see you've listened well now let's go." I didn't wait for him, but I could hear him walking behind me "and stop checking out my ass." He laughs behind me.

"It looks so firm and round, I'm a jealous alpha and tempted. You can't be broadcasting such fuckable ass and not expect me an ass lover to admire it, gawk at it, and want to grab it." Without me even knowing he came fast up behind me groping my ass then slide his hands up my spine.

I grip his arm and spin him to my front where I held him captive like a fugitive wanting to escape. "I'm not gay but I know how to appreciate a good ass when I see one and frankly you don't deserve to be jealous of mine when yours to me is a rare one," I whisper in his ears, my breath hitting it and his breathing changes immediately.

"They are waiting, so let's go." I walk away and for the first, he's not smiling cockily. He doesn't have that sexy taunting smirk or that overconfident face but instead, he remains where I held him, huge eyes and open mouth watching me leave him behind.

Looking forward to dinner indeed.

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