Secrets & Lies

10| Pleasurable Remnants

"You want anymore pizza? Logan? Helloooo?"

I turned towards my brother. "Sorry,  what?"

Wyatt pointed his finger at the extra large pepperoni pizza that sat on the table in front of us. "I asked you if you wanted any more pizza."

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good. You can have the rest."

He reached for another piece. "You okay? You've been a little off lately."

Chime—chime

Before answering Wyatt, I'm pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw a text from Grant. Just the person I was thinking about.

G: Good morning handsome. I had a good time last night.

I couldn't hold back my smile, so I glanced up at my brother in an attempt to play it off.

"I'm fine," I finally said to him. "Just this wedding stuff is stressful."

It was more than stressful. My mother was overly excited about the whole thing, and one of my biggest fears was that she was going to want us married sooner rather than later.

"I bet. I couldn't imagine what it would be like going through that."

No, I guess he couldn't. I didn't see my younger brother going into the family business. Even though he always said he didn't know what he was going to do as far as a career goes, I knew it was going to be something artistic. He was far too talented to waste it by joining my father's business.

I laughed and took a drink of my soda. "Consider yourself lucky," I said flatly.

I thought he said something along the lines of 'You're the lucky one' but he was mumbling and I was replying to Grant.

Me: Good morning yourself. I had a great time too. I'm glad we did it.

His reply was instant; and I had a feeling what was coming.

G: Can I see you tonight? And for longer than just dinner this time. 

I new what he was implying and although I was a little hesitant, my dick wasn't. I shifted in my chair as my growing erection grew uncomfortable in my jeans. Was I really going to jump into bed with Grant again? 

We've been together a handful of times and it was always pretty amazing. It was the after part that seemed to be a problem. Usually one of us freaked out for some bullshit reason and we ended up not talking for awhile. But there were also a few times where the after parts—the pleasurable remnants—were nice. There was one memory in particular...

"Look at me," Grant whispered.

After the energetic sex we had just a few minutes ago, it didn't surprise me that we were still trying to catch our breaths. There was no missing the unexplainable happiness that filled Grant's quiet bedroom.

Maybe it was the amazing sex between us. I could barely move my arms or legs right now.

Yeah.

Definitely the amazing sex.

We may be confused about a lot of shit when it came to the topic of 'us', but that wasn't the case when it came to matters of the bedroom. I've had sex with others and none of them compared to the chemistry I had with the man lying next to me.