Rising, Freestyle: Xtreme Adventures, Book 2 Page 7

  And that was only the start of the issue.

  His normal go-to guy in terms of talking about women and relationships was out of the question. He could just see it now, asking Kane for suggestions about dealing with his sister in regards to sex. Not happening.

  So instead, he was going with the back-up help. He made his way over to where Jack sat, his fingers flying over the surface of an iPad.

  “Okay, geek boy, put the toys away.”

  Jack grinned at him and clicked off a few final buttons. “Ass. Just because you hate technology doesn’t mean the rest of us need to ignore it.”

  “Don’t hate it, but I can live without it most of the time. I do love my GPS.”

  The sunny outdoor patio was filled with locals and tourists taking advantage of the gorgeous August day. “Jack, got a tough one, and I need some suggestions.”

  Jack raised a brow. “Me? You’re talking about a woman situation here? Because you always go to Kane for that kind of thing. I thought I freaked you out.”

  “Yeah, but since this involves Melanie, I can’t ask Kane.”

  “Right, you two are going out. I hope it’s nothing bad, because while I’m not her brother, I’ll still beat your ass if you’ve done something to hurt her.”

  Derrick shook his head. “Things are great, the woman is a goddess, and I have no intention of hurting her. It’s this old friend of the family, Nathan King. Did you hear about him being around?”

  “Taking pictures of her for some news article. Kane wasn’t a hundred percent happy about it.”

  Oh boy, this was not easy. “Look, I need your honest opinion. You’re involved in a relationship with a woman who is also involved with another guy. How does it work?”

  Jack hesitated. “You’re not asking about the physical dynamics are you?”

  Now there was a discussion he didn’t want to have with Jack. “Hell, no. I know you and Kane are both doing Dara, and I don’t care if it’s together, from the rafters or painted with whipped cream. It’s the emotional side I’m trying to figure out. I’m not stupid, it’s clear this is more than a fling for you three. It’s not as if you’ve been hiding it in public, especially not over the last few months.”

  Resignation and amusement both flashed over Jack’s face. “I must have ‘let’s talk about our deepest feelings’ written on my forehead. Yes, Derrick, spill all your emo questions on me. I’m used to it now, after all this time with Kane.”

  Kane? “Really?”

  Jack laughed. “Just tell me what’s up.”

  Derrick nodded, still slightly disturbed by the image of Kane and Jack having long, deep meaningful conversations, and yet—why was that strange? They would have to talk through some major shit if they were going to survive having three people involved in a relationship.

  He pulled himself back to the present. “Here’s the deal—Melanie and I are solid as far as I can tell, but she’s still got issues in terms of body image because of her scars. And yet, up pops this dude from her past, and she’s not only interested, he is as well. And I’m fucking freaking out because instead of wanting to kill him, I’m thinking this is exactly what Melanie needs—to be admired by someone else, and not just me.”

  Jack stared out the window at the street for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “You do this crap even better than Kane. That’s a tough one. I’m no shrink, but when someone’s been through an incident like Melanie, it makes sense that it’s a long road to full recovery. It’s probably a positive sign that she’s showing an interest in someone. I mean, not that it’s great for you or anything.”

  Derrick waved a hand. “I mean it—things are good between us. She confessed to me she had a crush on him way back when. He obviously has an interest in her. He was taking pictures earlier, and the room just screamed with this fuck me tension. Only, I’m wigging out because I’m not…”

  He trailed off, not sure how to explain it right.

  “Feeling possessive?”

  Derrick swore. “I’m fucked in the head, aren’t I?”

  Jack laughed. “Well, that makes us even, because I get the same damn reaction every time I catch Kane and Dara getting naked together. I wait for the flare of anger to hit, and when it doesn’t arrive I wonder if my balls are going to shrivel up and fall off in punishment for denying my manhood.”

  The picture of totally-in-charge Jack taking a backseat didn’t sit right, but the confession made Derrick’s hope rise. “Really? I’d always thought you meekly sharing a woman seemed crazy.”

  “Trust me, there’s nothing meek about it. It pissed me off for the first couple months at times, but now that we’ve been together in a committed relationship for eight months, I’m not sure how we managed before.” Jack held up a hand. “Don’t get me wrong, we still have fights, but considering there are two of us to deal with Dara when she’s hormonal? Much easier than having to figure out a woman all by yourself.”

  “I’m not talking about forever, Jack. It just struck me maybe Nathan would be good for Mel short term.”

  “Help her know that someone else feels she’s attractive?”

  “That kind of thing, yeah.” Derrick laughed at himself. “Insane, right?”

  Jack leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Actually, no. I mean, it depends on the way you go about this. You’re not talking about taking off for a few weeks and letting the guy bonk her, are you?”

  No freaking way. “Screw that. If she’s doing anything, it’s going to be with me there, making sure she’s okay all the time.”

  “See, there’s where your situation and ours is different—although I guess our crazy situation began for a similar reason. You’re talking about something that helps you get to the end result that’s best for Melanie. Confidence in herself.”

  “Right.”

  Jack nodded. “I hear you. The only reason we started our three-way relationship was because it was the best thing for Dara at the time. And then it turned out to be the best thing for us all. Kane officially told his parents last month we’ve got this insane setup going. We’re…” Jack rolled his eyes. “Oh God, it’s fucking contagious. Now I’m the one acting like a girl. The three of us are buying a house together. Dara’s expecting.”

  “Holy crap.” Derrick paused, considering. “Congrats.”

  Jack’s instant brilliant smile wiped away the question if this was a good announcement—the pregnancy—or not. “Thanks. Keep it under your hat for a bit, though. We just got it confirmed, and Kane wants to be the one to let the rest of his family know. And before you ask, because it’s written all over your face, no, we don’t know who the dad is. Chances are we’ll figure it out when the kid arrives, since Kane and I have such different colouring, but we pretty much don’t care.”

  A million questions rolled through Derrick’s brain, none of them related to his real dilemma. “You guys have a lot of guts. It’s not going to be easy, raising a kid in your unique household.”

  “It’s going to work, because we’re committed to make it work. Like any long-term relationship.” Jack tilted his head at Derrick. “What about you? If this is serious, you and Melanie, you willing to do what it takes? Your situation isn’t exactly like ours, but it’s still the same question at the root of it.”

  No, this wasn’t Jack and Kane’s situation with Dara at all. Derrick was sneakily suspicious he was falling in love with Melanie, and yet having Nathan join in and help show Mel that she was an attractive, vibrant woman in spite of the scars, seemed like the right thing to do for her sake.

  The only reason she was doing the photo shoot was to help others. Screw that. She had needs as well, and he was willing to push past his comfort zone and make sure she got whatever it took for her to get that “full life” she longed for. Even if his solution wasn’t typical, adding another guy in the picture might be just the cure needed.

  “You’re shitting me.”

  Derrick ignored his comment, instead handing over a list. “You can g
et most of these things at Kane’s shop. I’ll loan you what I can, but you should make sure you have these items that fit properly.”

  Nathan swore his mouth flapped like a fish while Derrick went on and on, continuing to list the places in town to find the camping supplies needed for their overnight trip.

  Hell, no. That wasn’t where the first part of this conversation was going to stop. Nathan held up a hand, fingers spread in an attempt to arrest Derrick’s rapid info dump.

  “Back up, man. What the fuck did you just tell me? Before the camping shit.” Because he really had to be going deaf.

  Derrick sighed as he turned back to his desk. “Damn it, don’t make me say it more than once.”

  “I think you need to repeat it until it sinks into my brain. Did you just suggest that while we’re out on this trip, I should try to seduce Melanie?”

  “Not…seduce. I want her to be able to call all the shots.” Derrick leaned one hip on his desk, tension hovering around him. As if every muscle waited on the edge of exploding. “Level with me—do you find her attractive?”

  Nathan reeled back. Just the type of question I want to answer to a seemingly jealous boyfriend with enough muscles to beat me silly. Fine, Derrick was going to ask the tough ones? Nathan went for broke. Maybe he was about to get a fist to the face, but screw it. “Hell yeah. I’ve been thinking about her ever since I got the bloody assignment.”

  “That’s what I thought. And if I hadn’t been in the picture, you would have done what?”

  This wasn’t happening. “You’re a strange bastard, Derrick. I would have asked her out while I was here. But she’s not alone. You two are seeing each other. I don’t mess with other guys’ women, not when they’re in a happy relationship.”

  “She wants you.”

  The instant silence in the room rang in his ears. Then anger joined his confusion. Maybe Derrick was going to be the one nursing some bruises soon. “What kind of boyfriend are you? Are you trying to pimp her out or what?”

  Derrick rose to his full height, which let him peer down at Nathan with a rather intimidating presence. “Shut. Up. That’s the farthest thing from what I’m suggesting. God damn it, I’m just—” He turned to slam a fist on the surface of his desk. “Fuck.”

  He shook his head and dragged a chair over, collapsing onto it as he leaned his elbows on the desk. Nathan waited, ready to bolt, still wondering how the hell this turn of events had happened. He hadn’t dreamed it though—Derrick had suggested he let Melanie know he was attracted to her.

  Derrick made eye contact before speaking quietly. “She’s been self-conscious of her body since the accident. You saw some of that in the gym the other day, but it’s not just a cosmetic issue. The questions she used to get from the public are annoying, but it’s deeper than that. Some asshole insulted her the first time she attempted sex, and until I came along, she’d been letting her sensuality get buried by fear.”

  “Shit.” The urge to go and rearrange the idiot’s face flashed white-hot. “Who was he?”

  “Doesn’t matter.” Derrick pointed a finger in his direction. “What is important is the fact that you turn her on. She’s had this major crush on you since she was a teen, and if you had shown disgust in her body and scars, the impact would have been devastating.”

  Nathan frowned. He’d known about the crush. Kind of been counting on getting to take advantage of that attraction now that they were both grown-ups. “What’s wrong with her body?”

  Derrick grinned, and the anxiety level in the room dropped. Maybe this wasn’t going to end in physical violence. “Exactly—there’s nothing wrong, but you’re probably the only other guy she knows who sees her and not some mass of scarring.” He gestured to the chair next to him and Nathan sat. The conversation was unbelievable, and yet made perfect sense.

  “That’s a screwed-up thing to do to a woman. Melanie went through hell and back physically recovering from the accident. I’d like to find out who the jerk was and make sure he knows better than to hurt someone like that ever again.”

  “I agree, but at the same time, it’s more important to be there for Mel, as satisfying as administering justice would be.”

  They stared at each other, the gentle sounds of the small town making their way in through the open window. The conversation turned in a new direction, as if there was a connection between them. No longer were they were on either side trying to get Melanie’s attention, but on the same side, buoying her up. Nathan took a deep breath. “Now that I’m over my shock, can you try that again? What exactly do you want me from me?”

  “I’m not suggesting you do anything you don’t want. I’m not telling you Melanie will even agree. The only thing I’m saying is that as her friend, and more, I’m fine with you letting her know how attractive she is. Even if that includes things of a mildly sexual nature. I’m going to be there one hundred percent of the time, but this could be something that helps get her past a tough part of her recovery.”

  Nathan shook his head. “The whole idea is bizarre. I mean, it makes sense, but it’s not anything I’ve ever heard of before.”

  “I know, but I think this relationship between Mel and me has the potential to be long term. I’d far prefer to have her face this side issue of her body image with you, someone she trusts, and now, than have her carrying the hurt for longer and have to deal with this shit somewhere down the road.”

  “You’re still a fucked-up bastard, you know that. Right?”

  Derrick laughed, slapping his hand on Nathan’s knee. “Trust me, I was the first one to realize that.”

  Unbelievable. Nathan paused, realizing this was one of those moments where he could head down two different paths and his world would be totally different because of his choice.

  Only this time, the decision wouldn’t only affect him.

  Derrick rose to his feet. “We’ll be two days in the bush. Just—act natural.” He grinned at Nathan. “Sweet-talk her like you’ve been doing.”

  Bastard. “Are you going to tell her what you told me?” Nathan couldn’t imagine how to even start that conversation. This one had been freaky enough.

  Derrick raised a brow. “When it’s needed, yes, but for now, I’d like to just play it by ear. What do you say?”

  There was no way he was turning down this opportunity. Nathan let his grin loose. “I’d say Melanie is going to damn well know that she’s an attractive woman by the time we get through with her.”

  Chapter Six

  Gumby: A novice climber.

  Melanie rolled her head, stretching the tight muscles in her shoulders in an attempt to loosen them. After the drive to the trailhead, the hike, and setting up in their remote campsite, she’d thought they’d take it easy for a few hours, but no… Immediately after lunch Nathan hauled out his camera equipment and started gushing about the light being perfect.

  Three hours later, she was praying for clouds.

  “Freaking slave driver.”

  Derrick laughed and dropped his hands on her arms, rubbing in more sunscreen while at the same time pressing so perfectly on her muscles he dragged a groan from her lips. “Nathan’s not a bad guy. Not when it comes down to it.”

  She gave him the evil eye. “You’re not the one doing one-hand hangs for half of eternity here, dude.”

  “Yeah, yeah, life sucks, doesn’t it, sweetheart.”

  She swung at him, and he ducked, grabbing her around the waist and twirling her in a circle until she shrieked with laughter. “Put me down, oh my, Derrick, stop it.”

  Nathan peeked from behind his tripod, broad grin firmly in place. “Okay, recess is over, children. Time to get back to work.”

  Melanie gave him her middle finger, then stuck out her tongue. He retaliated by snapping a picture, and she rolled her eyes. “You did not take a picture of that.”

  “Got one of you flipping me the bird as well. I think I’ll blow it up to portrait size and give it to your parents for Christmas.”

  She
stuck her fists on her hips. “Hey…”

  He clicked off another shot and she gave up.

  “Jackass.”

  “Monkey.”

  Melanie spun on the spot and returned to the rock where they were bouldering, her chin held high, letting her hips wiggle as she walked.

  She couldn’t believe it. Aching muscles or not, she was having the best time ever. It was like a flashback to her climbing days. Joking around and just hanging out with her buds. Nothing serious to accomplish and lots of new routes to try.

  While he’d made her pose and not simply lounge around camp, Nathan had been pretty low-key about the whole picture-taking thing, compared to how closely he’d directed them back in the climbing gym. She’d even forgotten he was there as she and Derrick worked one section of the new route—arranging where they had to touch in order to go along the same path. Following a route had always been her favourite climbing activity.

  This afternoon, she and Derrick were bouldering. No ropes, nothing farther off the ground than six or seven feet—low enough to stop her anxiety levels from flaring. Just a wonderful, tough physical challenge.

  They’d started at the bottom edge of the huge rock, where a section of the base had caved away years ago. The first hand and footholds they chose placed them face up toward the overhang, butt and back only twelve inches off the crash mat they’d brought with them for safety.

  If she fell making the first moves, she wouldn’t fall far. And she had lost her grip, a couple times, until she’d figured out how to use the proper leverage to get around the corner and cling with her fingertips to a protrusion that had barely enough space for two fingers. That allowed her to use her stomach muscles, haul up one leg to a hold, cantilever herself to the side and finally make it to the vertical wall to work the next section.

  Nathan cut in. “Hurry up, guys. I’ve got all the pictures I need of you on that hunk of rock. How about getting to the new territory?”