Free Beyond Complicated by Mercy Celeste Page A

conversation to be standing in my living room with a laundry basket ful of clothes in his arms.
    And I sure as hel didn't expect the look on Kel's face when Seth walked in. Or that he would walk his lovesick puppy ass over and start playing tonsil hockey with my goddamned—
    I growled and walked past them into the halway and to my room with that image emblazoned in my head. Kel pressed tight against Seth, his arms around his neck. Seth's hands in Kel's hair, his tongue… Jesus Christ. Cannot do this. Cannot do this . Cannot fucking do this. I changed clothes, throwing the hated suit onto the Queen Anne style chair at my little desk and puled on my best fuck-me jeans and a loose T-shirt. I only wanted to be slightly vindictive. Because neither one of them had an ass like mine. I was proud of my ass. I worked damned hard for my ass. And I didn't know what hurt worse. Seth kissing Kel after he'd just kissed me. Or Kel kissing Seth just because he was Kel.
    "Liam?" Kel spoke first when I returned to the room. I noticed Seth was on the far side of the living room looking through my video colection. "I'm sorry
    —"
    "I didn't expect you until tonight." I cut off his apology with a slash of my hand. I cannot fucking do this. Not now. Not ever. I can't open my heart up again and watch the only man I ever loved with my kid. I can't talk about what he wanted to talk about with Kel anywhere near me.
    "Wel, I wasn't expecting you to drop in for a little lunchtime nookie when I—"
    "Kely." It was Seth who cut him off this time not me. "It's not like that. Okay, it's… I need to have, that is to say, shit. What was between us, Liam and me, needs to be put right if either one of us is going to be able to move on."
    "I have moved on," I stated, meaning it.

    "Moved on and forgotten. You're the one looking for closure."
    "Fuck you very much," Seth growled at me, his usualy calm face a red mask of rage. "If you've moved on then why are you being an ass about Kely and—"
    "Because he's my son. And you're my ex-asshole. He might be the next person you betray. Why in the hel would I want you anywhere near him?"
    "Because you are so fucking jealous… of him, or is it me?"
    "Yeah, that's what I thought. Just get out, Seth.
    I don't have anything to say to you. And you, don't be here when I get back," I said turning to Kel as I rushed back to my room and shoved my feet into shoes. I picked up my keys from the bed where I'd tossed them and was mostly out the door when Kel threw himself in front of me. "Move, Kel. Don't make me move you."
    "Listen, Liam, just listen. This is the hurt talking.
    Just talk to him. I'm not going to be with him. I swear.
    Just end this now so we can al get around to moving on."
    "You're in love with him, baby, and I—"

    I was going to say I wouldn't stand in his way when he cut me off. "So are you. In love with him, I mean. But I don't have a history with him. I'l get over it.
    You haven't in four years. And you haven't moved on.
    Just talk to him. Talk to him… Liam."
    "No." I swiped my hands across my face. "I have nothing to say."
    "Liam?" Seth sat on the sofa we'd fucked on as if nothing happened that night. Maybe he didn't remember. Hel. Just seeing him there reminded me of him lying spread over it, my cum leaking from his ass.
    "You should probably get tested before you do anything else." I didn't want to listen. I just wanted to hurt. It was Kel's face that went pale as he looked between us. Kel who reacted. Kel whom I hurt. I sighed. "Did you ever watch the damned thing? If you'd watched it then you wouldn't need to talk to me. Not the edited version. The extended version before Deakman made it viewer friendly."
    "I didn't know there was an extended version.
    But no, I never watched it. I couldn't bring myself to watch it. My last memory of you, on your knees with other men."
    "Oh, shit, please tel me you aren't talking about porn?"
    "This does not concern you, Kel," I said too loudly, making him flinch. I