Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Jake pushed at Vars’s chest weakly, as if it were an attempt at feeling Vars’s pecs rather than an attempt to shove him away. Jake was smaller than him, but of a decent size. He surely had more strength in him.
“You can have hangarounds for that—”
Vars groaned. “But I want you.”
Jake stared. “Well, you can’t have me. I only do members. Until I see the right patch on your cut, all you can do is dream about it.”
Hot air entered Vars’s lungs. He leaned closer, breathing in the earthy scent of Jake’s cologne and the faint whiff of both stress and arousal. “Is that a challenge? You want me to prove myself worthy of having you, princess?”
Jake shoved at him with more force this time, red in the face as if they were having sex already. They would one day, Vars knew that much. He enjoyed a bit of chase. This pretty young thing was so unlike Vars’s ex, who called himself a sub but kept wanting to top from the bottom.
“Call me that again, and I’ll rearrange your face, asshole!”
Vars smirked and crooked his head, tempted to grind his dick against Jake. He wouldn’t do it if it were unwanted, no matter how much his dick longed for the contact. “I’m sorry, boy. Just a figure of speech. You’re so lickable you’re making my brain fizzle.”
Jake went completely still with his hands ending up on Vars’s chest, as if to shove him away yet doing nothing. Oh, this would be fun. Would Jake be into spanking as much as he was into taking orders? Would he pliantly take whatever Vars meted out and say thank you afterward?
“L-lickable?” it was barely a whisper from Jake, but all of a sudden the loud sound of someone clearing their throat cut through the arousing atmosphere.
Not now. Jake was so pliant Vars would have had him over the bed of the nearby pickup truck if he only had a few more minutes to complete his seduction.
He took a few deep breaths and unglued himself from Jake, winking at him for good measure before turning around to face one of the members. Him too Vars vaguely remembered seeing him at Magpie’s. Shorter than average, yet of an athletic, compact build, the young man had a ponytail of silvery hair and hazel eyes that stood out in contrast to his pale complexion. He wasn’t Jake-handsome but definitely attractive in his own right, even now, when staring at the two of them with an unreadable expression.
“You two were taking too long,” he said in the end, without a single comment about the obviously compromising position he’d found them in.
This club clearly was as permissive when it came to gay sex as Vars had heard.
Jake stepped out of Vars’s personal space like an eel slipping through his fingers. “I’m sorry, Gray. I was explaining to—” Jake stalled.
Gray filled in for him. “Vars.”
“Yes, to Vars, what the responsibilities of a prospect are and that he can’t just pick and choose.”
Gray exhaled and put his hands on his slim hips. “Vars will be our accounts guy. You must know how badly we need someone to make sense of the cash. I’m sure you understand this means he won’t be doing the same jobs as you.”
Vars couldn’t help a dark satisfaction climbing up his chest at the disappointment reflected on Jake’s face. Jake’s dreams of superiority were gone with a puff.
He stepped closer and shook Gray’s hand. “I’m glad to join you. I’ve been in New York for far too long. You have a nice piece of land out here.”
Gray nodded as he shook his hand, but looked at Jake. “Prospect, go to the kitchen and help Nao. She’s got some heavy boxes she needs moved.”
Jake hesitated for a moment, glanced between them, but was gone before Vars could pat his ass goodbye.
As soon as the nearby door slammed shut behind the boy, Gray frowned at Vars and stepped away. “I’m happy to welcome you here and hope you and Jake become friends. I know it’s weird to have you both in the same position when one of you is so clearly more experienced. He’s only twenty-one and doesn’t always make the best choices.”
No matter how Vars turned those words in his brain, they always seemed like a warning. Was Gray a relative of Jake’s that he was acting so protective? Where was he when Jake submitted to every single member, supposedly out of a misguided sense of duty?
Vars didn’t believe in beating around the bush. “Oh, I’m sure. We were just talking about his responsibilities. Is it true that they include sexual favors?”
Gray’s mouth twitched, and he gave a deep sigh. “Is that what he told you? No, your duties don’t include any of that. His don’t either. To be honest, I don’t like hearing this at all. He’s gay. He likes sex, likes to please, so sometimes the guys have sex with him. They wouldn’t ask him for it if they didn’t see how much he loves it. All there is to it. Maybe I should talk to him.”