CHAPTER 9: EXPOSURE
It felt like all the air in my lungs had completely vanished. Time slowed down, and the world around me suddenly seemed empty. I had been fucked every which way, and it was by far time that I had my comeuppance. The thing about a comeuppance is that you always know it's coming, but when it arrives, you always wish it had never come.
I looked over at him, "Ryan, I've been having an affair with Cameron!"
There was nothing but silence for the longest time. I wondered if he even heard the words. It was obvious that he already knew. I felt nervous and scared for his reaction.
"I hoped it would be a one-time thing, then I came home and fucked you, and you were full of his cum. It was leaking out of your ass each time my cock plowed into you. Guess that makes me crazy that I still kept fucking you," he said as he stared straight ahead.
"How'd you find out," I asked.
He laughed, "How'd I find out? I got worried about you when you left. Your phone was still here. I called Tanner, and he knew a place that Cameron liked to go. It was a summer house that belonged to the family of a girl Cameron fucked every summer. Oddly enough, her family didn't come this summer. Tanner knew where to go, and he took me. He was right; your car was out front. The front door was unlocked. You didn't even hear me come in. You were too busy begging my brother to fuck you. I can still hear your voice in my head saying, "I love it. Cam. Cameron. I'm sorry." I've never been so humiliated in my life."
Listening to him recount the events of that night burned me. I felt like the worst person in the world. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. There was nothing I could say that would make any of what I did okay. I could only muster up the courage to apologize for my duplicitous behavior.
"I'm so sorry," I said as I touched his face. "I never meant to hurt you."
He quickly slapped my hand away, "Do not patronize me! You've been fucking my brother, and you have the fucking audacity to sit here and say you never meant to hurt me. What'd you think was going to happen, Marcus? You thought I'd be fucking cool with it? You thought I'd roll out a red carpet to the bed and let him join us?"
"No, I wasn't thinking. I had all these mixed emotions going on. I never thought it would escalate to that point. I figured-I don't-I don't know what I figured," I desperately tried to plead my case but my words were not coming out right. I couldn't make sense of my feelings.
Ryan jumped out the bed. I watched his pale globes bounce as he quickly slipped his clothes on. I wanted to reach out and touch him and try to console him, but I knew that was the last thing that he wanted from me.
He stormed out of the room. I quickly jumped out of the bed and got dressed. I made my way out of the room and down the stairs behind him. I could hear Cameron's voice in the kitchen. He was laughing with someone. Ryan took off towards the kitchen. I ran behind him.
Ryan yelled, "You son of a bitch!"
He charged at Cameron and speared him in the stomach. Cameron hit his back against the edge of the counter. Carol started screaming for them to stop. Cameron pushed Ryan off him, but Ryan wouldn't give up. He punched Cameron in the face.
I shouted, "Ryan, stop!"
Carol screamed, "Gill, get in here!"
Cameron refused to fight back, and his refusal seemed to only make matters worse. Ryan wanted a fair fight, but Cameron just stood there and took the hits that Ryan gave him. I quickly sprung into action and grabbed Ryan by the arm, but in his swift movements, his elbow came back and hit me in the eye.
"You fucked my boyfriend. You're supposed to be my brother. You ass!"
Cameron noticed that I was injured, and that's when he lost his self-control. He hit Ryan one time, and that hit literally put him on his ass. Just as the fight was over, Gill came running in with his shirt in his hand. He was trying to fasten his pants.
"What the hell happened here," he asked as he looked around the room and surveyed the damage.
Ryan shouted, "He fucked Marcus is what happened."
"You son of a bitch," he yelled at Cameron.
Cameron fired off, "Oh, blow it out your ass, you old fart."
Cameron reached his hand out for Ryan, but he knocked it away. The two brothers stared at one another for a moment, and then Cameron walked away. As he walked past Gill, the old fart reached out and grabbed Cameron by the arm. They both froze and gazed at one another. Whatever old sentimental feelings that were once there fluttered to the surface.
"You used to be my special boy," Gill whispered to him.
"Not anymore," Cameron told him as he removed his hand.
He walked away and left Gill standing there, staring at his hand. It was like he couldn't believe he had touched Cameron. Carol ran around the counter and helped Ryan up from the floor. She held him tight like he was fragile. Maybe she was trying to protect him from me. I had inflicted maximum damage on his heart.
Ryan glared at me with disdain, "You can leave. You're not wanted here."
I didn't even bother to argue or try to plead my case. I accepted what Ryan said. I had no right to say anything. I went and packed my belongings. Cameron caught my eye, moving across the ranch. He was heading for the barn. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to him and, of course, checking on him.
The barn was cool and quiet. Cameron was at the far end, tending to Cairo. He looked up, and our eyes met, and my heart fluttered just a tad bit. His beautiful face was bruised from the punches he took from Ryan.
"What are you doing here, Marcus?" he asked as he turned his head away.
"I wanted to check on you before I left," I said, half hopeful and half nervous.
He smirked, "Before you leave? So, you ruined my family, and now you're out. Talk about running from the scene of the crime."
"Screw you! We both ruined people's lives. You couldn't stop making passes at me, and I couldn't stop being around you. We are both to blame here."
He quickly stopped what he was doing and started marching toward me. He looked angry and hurt. Usually, there was always a look of passion somewhere in him, but there was none this time. He stopped right in front of me and started pointing his finger in my face.
Cameron chastised me, "You had one job. Keep your mouth shut. You couldn't do that. Because of you, Ryan hates me. My mom is disappointed. You won't be here to deal with the rest of the family and their judgmental stares and shit. You get to leave. I have to stay here!"
"Poor fuckin' you. You're not a victim, Cameron. I lost my boyfriend. I lost you! We both had one job that we failed, and news flash, it wasn't to keep our mouths shut. The job was to have never fucked, to begin with." I yelled every word. I didn't want to yell, but he pissed me off with his victim act.
Cameron frowned and said, "I was never yours. You were always his, so don't say you lost me when you never had me."
His words were cutting through my heart. I had risked it all and lost it all for him. Part of me thought he would ease my fears and tell me we were going to try and work it out. Instead, he was confirming all my worst fears. I had been an idiot. To make matters worse, I was still holding out hope for us to make things work or, at least, be friends.
"Well, you fucked me like I was yours. You jackass," I said as I stared into his eyes.
He puffed his chest out and stared back into my eyes. I stood my ground and peered past his eyes and into his soul. Neither one of us blinked. We kept eye contact for minutes. Cameron's breathing changed, and his eyes softened. The heat started to radiate from his body.
"Why are you still here, Mar?" he asked in a softened tone.
I replied as I touched his chest, "I don't want to leave us like this. I want to leave you with a little bit of happiness."
He sharply inhaled when I touched him. There was still chemistry between us. I could feel it in his reaction to my touch. I could see it in his eyes again. His body still craved my touch. I wanted to be there for him in every way possible.
As he placed his hand on top of mine, he said, "You have to stop touching me."
"Why," I asked. I knew the reason, but I wanted him to own it. I needed to hear him say it.
"You know why," he said as he ran his finger up and down my wrist with tender compassion.
"I want you to say it," I said as I traced my fingers over his large pecs.
As he tried to steady his breathing, he replied, "Cause it turns me on. Being near you is like being near the sun but not burning. I can feel the warmth and see the beauty of it."
"Then let me wrap you in my fire one more time," I whispered seductively as I unzipped his jeans.
My hands slid in his open fly. I could feel his pubes. He gulped as my hand made its way down his pelvis. My hand touched the top part of his shaft. I could feel the blood pumping in his cock. He wanted it as much as I did. I should have been going home, but I couldn't resist having him.