Free In the Moment: Part Two by Rachael Orman

 
     
    Chapter One
     
    Adam
     
    It had been days since I heard from Ace. I was getting tired of just being a booty call. He’d refused to fuck me for months, and then once I finally got him back, he stopped talking and that’s all I became to him. While I was intensely attracted to the man and our sex life was explosive. I was almost thirty and that was too old to continue to be a plaything. The thing between Ace and I had been dragging on for months. When we were together, I felt like no one else existed.
    However, I wanted someone I could spend time with outside the bedroom. Someone that wanted to talk, not just fuck. I also very much so got the vibe he was afraid of being outed to his bike club. Sure, some of them probably were homophobic, but that was all the more reason for him to find a different club that was more accepting of the man he was instead of hiding it.
    I’d known I was gay since I was little. As I grew up and hit my teens, I realized I wasn’t gay but bisexual. I found men as attractive as women. Thankfully my parents were very accepting of my “quirks” as they called it then. They wanted me to be free to express who I was and who I was attracted to. Not that I shared who I was with many people. I only hung out with and dated people I met outside of school. I’d witnessed how harsh some people were to openly gay students, and I chose to keep that part of my life away from the close minded people. When I was pressured about not dating, I said I would rather focus on academics. People could make fun of me for being a nerd, that was much easier to handle.
    Sadly, not everyone grew up with an understanding family. Ace hadn’t from what little he’d let me know about his formative years. He was always very closed off when it came to his past. Hell, even his present was a limited subject. When I was lucky to get him to talk, he mentioned he’d been jumped in high school for being gay. No one cared that he was also attracted to women. The numerous broken bones and hateful words had made him into the man he was. All it did was make him close himself from the world.
    No matter how many times I tried to get him to open up and have a heart to heart with me, he was never willing to let me get too deep, know too much. We were both bisexuals, which wasn’t any easier than being gay. It confused more people than not. They didn’t understand how it was possible to find both genders equally as alluring. I know at one point I even had someone accuse me of not being able to make up my mind, like I was only allowed to be attracted to one or the other.
    When Ace had asked me to start meeting up with him at the same bar all the time, I noticed he had a thing for the bartender. He wouldn’t admit it the few times I’d brought it up to him. That was until something had shifted, and I felt like he was replacing me with her. Not that he’d said anything. No, he’d just ignore me for days only to call me up for a quickie then vanish again.
    Finally, I had enough of it and went to meet the woman face to face. She was beautiful up close and friendly even though she was busy. I doubted she knew I was the one on my knees with Ace’s dick in my mouth not so long ago, but I wasn’t going to tell her. I just wanted to meet her.
    That had been the last time since I’d heard from Ace — the night I met his bartender. I didn’t know exactly what was going on with them, but it was time to spice things up. If he thought I would keep letting him drag me along while he banged someone else and ignored me, then he had another thing coming.
    I pulled on a pair of my favorite, faded jeans along with a tight shirt that showed off how thick my arms had gotten. I’d been taking all my frustration with Ace out at the gym, and it was really packing on the muscle. While I’d rather not be frustrated, I didn’t mind the ripped look I was getting. Ace didn’t seem to notice, but the women did, and I hoped that the female bartender