I was bent over my own passenger seat with a cop behind me, and my thong was not covering what the breakup had already made a mess of.
That was the whole night.
Four years. Anniversary dinner. A ring I had already pictured on my hand. I came home early because the restaurant had mixed up the reservation, and I found my boyfriend on his back in our bed with my younger brother’s c**k in his mouth.
Not a kiss. Not a maybe. Julian was f*****g his throat the way he had never f****d me. Deep. Greedy. A hand in his hair. My brother looked at me over Julian’s head and did not even pull out.
Julian wiped his mouth and said he was sorry and that he had been gay the whole time. The girlfriend was a profile. The s*x had been a chore. Four years of two-minute thrusts and me finishing in the bathroo
