14. Nash

14

NASH

I know he’s fucking her.

The words echo in my head as I walk back to the trailer. The sun beats down on me, but it’s the heat in my blood that’s suffocating. Hell, if I had the chance to stay back with her, I’d be balls deep in her cunt right about now.

When I woke this morning, finding Flora sleeping, I tried to shake off the memory of her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. The image of them together, naked and tangled in each other’s arms, is burned into my mind. It’s not just that; there’s something more complex bothering me; there’s a new thread that ties us all together.

As I near the trailer, the low murmur of voices reaches my ears. Colt’s deep tone, rough with desire, shatters my spine. I pause, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but my body betrays me, needing to hear more as I crack open the door to the trailer.

“Yeah, I want to feel Nash stretch me open while I’m balls deep in your sweet pussy.”

My dick hardens at the words, my breath catching in my throat. I know I should walk away and give them privacy. But my feet are rooted to the spot.

I’ve always been drawn to Colt. His intensity matches my own, his strength complementing my agility. We’ve performed together for years, and our partnership is seamless. But I never imagined him like this, really. Or am I in denial?

I think back to last night, seeing him naked for the first time. His body, sculpted by years of training, his skin marked with tattoos that tell stories of his past. And his dick, beautiful, pierced, and thick, the sight of it making my mouth water.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I’ve never considered myself to be bisexual, or at least I’ve never been attracted to guys before. But something about Colt is different. It’s not just about sex; it’s about the connection we share, the understanding that goes beyond words.

Their passion reaches a climax, and I hear Flora cry out. Moments later, Colt follows, his voice hoarse as he fills her with his release.

I take a step back, my heart pounding. I need to get out of here to clear my head. But even as I turn to walk away from my trailer, my body hums with need, my cock throbbing with unspent desire.

I slump against the wall outside the trailer. The memory of Colt’s naked form burns in my mind—those sculpted muscles, the way his tattoos dance across his skin when he moves. My cock strains against my jeans, and I press the heel of my hand against it, trying to will away my arousal.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’ve never looked at another man this way before. But last night, watching him with Flora, seeing the raw power in his movements, the way his ass flexed as he thrust into her... Christ. I imagined dropping to my knees, tasting him. The thought of his thick cock stretching my lips makes me groan.

“Get it together,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

But the images won’t stop. I picture him bending me over, his strong hands gripping my hips. The phantom sensation of him filling me makes my breath catch. Would he be gentle? Or would he claim me with the same intensity he shows in our performances?

Fuck. This could ruin everything. Years of friendship, our perfect partnership in the show. One wrong move or slip of control could bring our world crashing down. The thought of losing Colt or making things awkward between us feels like a knife in my gut.

We’ve built something special here. Our acts are flawless because we trust each other completely. How many times have I put my life in his hands? How many times has he trusted me to catch him?

I lean my head back against the trailer wall, closing my eyes. Our connection is undeniable—something deeper than physical attraction. When Flora walked into our lives yesterday, it felt like finding our home.

My protective instincts surge whenever I look at her. A vulnerability in her eyes calls to me, but not in the way I’m used to. Instead of exploiting her weakness, I want to shield her from anyone trying to hurt her.

The way she fits between Colt and me feels natural like she was meant to be there. Her presence soothes something wild in both of us. The shadows that usually haunt me seem less overwhelming when she’s near.

I imagine waking up with them every morning, sharing meals, and living our lives intertwined—training, performing, and building something real. The thought makes my chest tight with longing.

We’re three broken pieces that somehow make something whole together. The darkness that’s always lived inside me, which makes me keep everyone at arm’s length, retreats a little when I’m with them.

I’ve never believed in fate or destiny, but this feels different. Flora’s trust in us and her perfect understanding of our dynamic without words can’t be a coincidence. Yesterday, she was a stranger. Today, I can’t imagine our lives without her.

I leave the trailer, my mind in turmoil, but my body knows what it wants. It’s time to face the truth and explore the depths of our desires.