Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
There’s something endearing about the way he flips from trying to blend into the background to the man begging for my dick. It’s also pretty nice to have a consistent workout buddy. We spent close to two hours at the gym together this morning, and it had been hell to keep my hands off him in the shower. There’s not a doubt in my mind that the feeling was mutual. He’d eaten me alive with his eyes, watched as my dick got hard and then looked like he’d nearly swallowed his tongue when I grabbed myself and nodded toward the back.
“What was that about?” my client asks, and I frown, unsure what he means.
“What?”
“You chuckled. You’ve never spontaneously laughed while massaging me before.”
Huh. I hadn’t even realized I’d done that. “It’s nothing. My…” Oh fuck. What do I call him? I don’t think my client knows Steven or Peter, but you never know. “Gary.” My Gary? Christ, I could have come up with something better than that. “I just remembered something funny he said at the gym this morning. He’s really just getting into working out with a purpose. He makes this funny little whistling sound sometimes when he lifts. I was giving him shit about it today. The harder he tries not to do it, the louder it becomes.”
“Oh God. Not one of those,” he says as I work my way down his back.
“No. He’s not the guy who’s doing everything in his power to draw attention to himself while he works out.”
“Good. I fucking hate that…except when I’m the one who does it,” he says and we both laugh. “You know how I like attention.”
He definitely does.
I finish my massage, not quite sure how I ended up talking about Gary’s whistle. Afterward, I head back to Metropolis. Just as I step through the door, Peter makes his way around the corner, his cocky smirk faltering when he sees me. I really fucking hate this guy. What in the hell did Gary ever see in him?
“Travis.” He nods at me.
“Percy,” I reply and watch his face immediately flush red.
“We’ll pretend I don’t realize you did that on purpose, shall we?”
“Think what you want.” I cross my arms and wait.
“Just finish a massage?” he asks and I shrug. “I bet that job comes with its perks. Men throwing themselves at you left and right. Getting paid a little something extra for a special rubdown.”
Motherfucker. My muscles tighten to the point where they hurt, but I fight hard not to let him see he hit a nerve. My job being a cover-up for selling sex for cash is always one of the first things people assume—my parents included. A dirty queer like me can’t possibly be professional enough to keep it in my pants.
“Aww, come on, Petey. Don’t be like that. I know you gotta miss that ass. Jesus, it’s fucking incredible. He’s a goddamned beast in the sack, but remember, you’re the one who wasn’t man enough to handle him. I can, and he sure as shit is enough for me. I’m balls deep more than I’m not, and I’m sure you remember how much Gary is always hungry for cock.…Or maybe you don’t. He said you couldn’t satisfy him the way I do.”
I can see him working his jaw in anger. His fists tighten just like I knew they would. What a fucking joke.
“If you’re trying to get under my skin, it’s not working. Have you seen Evan? And my name is Peter.”
“That’s cute, pretending you’re not thinking about all the times you fucked Gary and telling yourself you know how to work that dick better than you obviously do. It’s okay. Not everyone can fuck as well as me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date tonight. I don’t want to keep my man waiting. He can hardly keep his hands off me as it is. He has five years of mediocre sex to make up for. Catch ya later, Petey.” Without another word, I turn and make my way toward the elevator.
A few minutes later, I’m in the shower cleaning up before Gary arrives. Afterward, I throw on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top right as there’s a knock at the door.
He’s a few minutes early. A smile tugs at my lips as I pull the door open and…“It’s like you’re really in a relationship. I never see you anymore.” Cody tries to step inside, but I hold my arm out against the doorjamb to block him.
“No, I just have shit going on—working and now this fundraising shit—and I’m fucking him, but no, it’s not a relationship.”
“Rumor has it you’re at the gym together daily.” Cody cocks a brow at me.
“Making an appearance. It’s part of the gig. Come back later. He’s on his way over so we can work on some fundraising shit.”