Exclusive Excerpt from Unraveled
by K.M. Neuhold
“Nobody’s knocked up,” I grumble. “And nobody’s gonna get knocked up because I’m dating Clay.”
Stunned silence is about what I expected, and my brothers don’t disappoint. I chance a look at them and find them both gaping at me like I’ve grown an extra head.
“You’re shitting us,” Tony guesses weakly.
“Nope.” I shake my head and square my shoulders to prepare for the inevitable onslaught that’ll come as soon as they realize what I’m telling them.
“You’re a queer?” Gio asks with quiet confusion.
The word isn’t said with venom, so I keep my own tone even when I answer. “I told you not to use that word, Gio.”
“Okay, but are you?”
“I don’t really know,” I admit. “I still like women, and I like Clay.” I shrug.
“But he’s a guy,” Tony points out, making me chuckle.
“Yeah, I noticed that.”
“I don’t get it,” Gio admits.
“Okay, it’s like, imagine if someone gave you a fully restored 1963 Corvette Stingray Split Window Coupe but instead of being red like you always pictured, it was black. Would you send it back?” Gio and Tony both shake their head at the sacrilegious idea. “That’s exactly what this is like. Clay is everything I ever wanted. He’s everything I was missing in every woman I ever dated. Did I expect my soulmate to have a dick? No. But, hell, my own was always fun enough to play with; now, I’ve got a spare.”
Gio cracks a smile, and Tony still looks bewildered, but I can tell my words registered on some level.
“I guess that makes sense,” Gio admits.
I breathe a sigh of relief and pull my brother into a hug. Gio squeezes back and claps me on the back.
When I release him, I turn to Tony, weary of what I might find there.
“As long as you don’t tell me what you two do in bed, I can live with it,” Tony concedes.
I roll my eyes at him. “Dude, like I want to tell you about my sex life anyway. You’re the one who thinks everyone needs a play by play.”
Tony chuckles. “That’s fair,” he agrees, and then he opens his arms for a hug too.
Once the Kumbaya moment is over, the three of us head inside for dinner.
Clay is in the middle of helping my mom put the finishing touches on some sort of chocolate dessert, and he raises an eyebrow in question as soon as he sees me.
With my brothers right behind me, I stride over to Clay and pull him into a kiss, letting my tongue sweep briefly into his mouth.
“Mmm, you taste like chocolate,” I note, bumping my nose against Clay’s in an affectionate gesture.
“You taste like giant, sexy man,” Clay teases.
“Get a room,” Gio complains, and Tony chuckles.
My dad comes over and claps me on the shoulder without comment. I guess my mom decided to take one thing off my plate for me after all. We all sit down around the table and Ma fills our plates.