Broken Pieces 03 - Losing Control by Riley Hart

Author:Riley Hart [Hart, Riley]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-02-25T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Ben sloshed the bourbon around in his glass. It was late, a couple days after Dante sucked him off in a dirty alley. They’d spoken over the phone, but hadn’t seen each other. He needed space and he assumed Dante did as well. It was a strange experience having someone feel as though they knew him when he hadn’t fully let anyone in before. And he hadn’t let Dante in, either. Not really. Somehow he’d found his way inside Ben’s head though, and Ben wasn’t sure how he really felt about that.

He swallowed the remaining liquid in his glass, sat down at the table and ate a salad.

It was what he had to do to be able to call Dante. He wanted to call him, yet when Ben picked up his cell phone, it wasn’t Dante he called.

“Ben.”

“Tristan,” Ben returned.

“How are you?” Tristan asked, rustling on the other line. He must be climbing out of bed, Ben assumed.

“It’s odd, Tristan. It’s like he knows me, even though I haven’t given myself to him. He gets me. I’ve never had someone who understood me before. Not even you.”

“Who understands you? The man from the club?”

Ben ignored that question and asked one himself. It’s why he called, he realized. Maybe Tristan could help him make sense of this. “Is that how it was with them? I know the situations are different. We’re not falling in love.” How could they when Ben didn’t really know Dante? He felt the connection between them, the mutual understanding, but Ben didn’t know him.

“Is that how it was with them?” Ben asked again, needing an answer.

“He means something to you,” was Tristan’s reply.

“He fucks me. There’s a difference.” Ben had let one person mean something to him and that made him feel nothing but weak. He wouldn’t do that again.

It didn’t feel right, though...thinking Dante only fucked him. They spoke on the phone hours a night with no sex. They went to the gym together, ate together. Dante read him and there were times Ben could read Dante as well.

“Have a good night.” Ben hung up before Tristan could reply. His phone rang three times afterward but Ben ignored it. Tristan wouldn’t call again. He didn’t push, not the way Ben did. Tristan would go about his business and live his new life and Ben couldn’t blame him for that.

He left his cell on the table before going into his bedroom. Ben didn’t take the time to take off his clothes before falling into the bed. He needed sleep, and he needed it badly.

That was the last thing he remembered before...

“I love you, Benny. So much.”

He looked at his sister. She was beautiful—strong looking like their father, but with their mother’s features—a small nose and big, happy smile. But she wasn’t happy and she wasn’t strong.

“I love you, too. You’re my best friend,” he told her. She sat cross-legged in the middle of her bed, and looked down, away from Ben.

“Do you? Do you really love me?”

“Yeah.

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