Chapter 39
Quinn
I felt completely helpless as Zane and Taven led Keith into the trailer. Taven wasn’t willing to leave his lover’s side, so it was up to me to help Zane get his bike back. I felt shitty for leaving. Our relationship was going to be tricky. Zane would understand if I didn’t go with him, but I didn’t want him to feel like he was less of a priority. So, I trusted that Taven would take care of our boyfriend. They didn’t need me.
It took a few hours to obtain a trailer, load the bike, and drop it off at Zane’s. The hardest part was getting the thing to roll forward; the rim was badly damaged. It was a shame that the nicest bike of the three was so messed up. Although, that could be a biased opinion since the vehicle was green, my favorite color.
When we finally returned to Keith and Taven’s, Zane plopped on the couch, exhausted. “You should go check on him.”
I squeezed him on the shoulder. “Are you okay? You wrecked; are you sure you don’t need to be checked out?”
He shrugged. “I’m just a little stiff. My gear took the brunt of it for me.” He reached up and kissed me. I returned it passionately before pulling away and heading down the hall.
Keith was fast asleep, and Taven sat in an office chair by his side. Silently, I wrapped my arms around Taven. He winced. “Sorry, I forgot about the bite.”
He smiled. “It’s all good, Cupcake.” He leaned over and kissed me softly.
When we broke apart, I sat on the bed, running my hand gently over Keith’s leg. “How is he?”
“I want to kill that motherfucker.” He paused, drawing in a deep breath. “But we need him alive. Keith is messed up, but I think he’ll be okay. He’s gonna have a pretty scar on his face, but he’ll live.”
Taven had done a great job cleaning Keith up. His face was clean of all the dirt and gore, but several scrapes and bruises marred his skin. The right side was very swollen, and a decent-sized gash cut along his cheek.
“I make weed-infused honey to help me sleep. I gave him four tablespoons, so he’ll be out until morning.” He chuckled, “He’s such a lightweight. Give him an edible infused with caffeine, and it’ll still knock him out.”
I smiled, gently gripping Keith’s knee. My gaze stayed on him for a long while. “How long have you two been together?”
Scratching his neck, Taven put his feet up on the bed. “Depends on what you mean by ‘together.’ Keith and I grew up together; our dads were best friends. When we were ten, we kissed for the first time. Our dads found out, and they grounded us, so we went years doing nothing with each other.” He grinned. “I wanted to know what it was like to get head. Somehow, we got on the subject, and Keith gave me my first blow job. My bi side was really starting to awaken, so I returned the favor. When we were fifteen, we slept together for the first time. We said it was practice so we wouldn’t be losers in bed.” He laughed, “It really got started when we were twenty-one, though. Keith got a girlfriend. That wasn’t anything new; we both dated girls. The difference was before her, we could never stay faithful. We always ended up cheating on them with each other. We are both the jealous type, too, fucking up each other’s relationships. But when that bitch came along, Keith was obsessed. We didn’t touch each other. He would have none of it. His heart was set on marrying that girl. But then she cheated on him, and it sent him into a spiral. After that, we had a long talk and realized we weren’t just friends with benefits. We were in love with each other. We had been for a long time; we just didn’t acknowledge it. From that day forth, we were a bi-couple, sharing women from time to time. We never shared a man, though. I think both of us would kill the motherfucker who dared touch the other… We’re sharing you with Zane but nobody else, Cupcake. There won’t be a fourth; we’ll break a motherfucker’s legs.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Four is way too many. I’m already paranoid that I won’t show you all enough attention.”
“Just don’t make it a competition. If you want to fuck me, fuck me. You wanna fuck Keith, then by all means fuck him. If you want to fuck us both, cool. You want to fuck Zane? Bang his brains out. I’m not into scheduling shit. It feels forced and fake. I mean, if you want to rotate whose house you stay at, that’s cool, but don’t force it. Don’t get down on your knees and suck a cock because you feel like you have to. Do it because you’re a dirty girl, and you want to.” He winked, and I blushed.
Getting up from the bed, I pressed my lips to his in a lingering kiss. “I don’t want Zane to feel left out. You mind if I turn on a movie?”
He rolled his eyes. “Stop thinking he’ll feel left out. He knew what he signed up for; you aren’t exclusive to him. But yeah, you can do anything you want in here, Quinn. If you want to watch a movie, go ahead. I’ll be in there in a bit.”
When I entered the living room, I found Zane still lounging on the couch, so I sat next to him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders. “How is he?”
“He’s asleep. Taven says he’s going to be out for a while.”
He nodded approvingly. “Good. He needs to rest.” Squeezing me tighter, his lips pressed against my head. “We may need your help, Quinn.”
I looked up at him.
“The longer we let Detective Chin roam free, the more likely we will get caught. Keith is fucked up; he won’t be able to help much. We may need you to help us plant shit. Think you can do that? We won’t ask you to kill anyone.”
In all reality, I didn’t have much of a choice. “I’ll do anything you need me to do.”
Zane gripped my chin with his fingers and brought me in for a quick little kiss. “I need to case that cop of yours. It’ll take a few days. Unpack while I’m doing that and help keep an eye on Keith. Stay strong, Sugar. This will be all over soon, and we can live happily ever after.”