Zayn cut through the garage and into a room that was obviously part of the pool house. Windows surrounded them, and all Spencer could see was the custom pool with its waterfalls and palm trees. Zayn passed through another door and they were inside a mud room. It hit Spencer that everything was connected. There weren’t any separate buildings. He supposed that was a security thing. Spencer wondered if Zayn’s vast fortune limited his life. It was possible Zayn lived in constant danger. He hadn’t noticed the guy needing bodyguards or anything. Spencer had spotted a few security guards since stepping onto the property, though. That discovery finally unglued his tongue.
“How often do you have people sneaking onto your property?”
Zayn flashed him a smile. “Almost daily. My security team stays busy.”
Spencer still didn’t pay any attention to his surroundings as they moved into the kitchen. “But you walk around freely. I’ve never seen you with a bodyguard.”
“I’ve never seen you with one either.” He snagged Spencer’s waist and invaded his space. “And you’re pretty famous.”
“No one knows my face unless they know my face.” Spencer hoped the explanation made sense. His brain stopped functioning properly when Zayn’s body collided with his.
“Same. People recognize my name, but they don’t really know my face. I don’t do a lot of interviews or anything like that. Mostly, I make money and stay out of the way.”
“I make beats and stay in my head.”
Zayn stared at Spencer’s mouth. “I’ve noticed that about you. You keep your eyes on your work while everyone else focuses on partying.”
Zayn’s claim shook Spencer from the spell his heated gaze weaved. “How many of my events have you been to?”
Zayn backed Spencer against a wall, making him realize Zayn had been steering him in that direction. Without even looking, Zayn reached up and pushed, and a panel opened behind him. They were inside a bedroom. “I’ve seen you enough times to appreciate your passion,” Zayn answered, as if nothing happened.
Spencer glanced around. The bedroom was the size of a large theater. As the panel swung closed, Spencer realized it was a bookshelf on the other side. Zayn had an actual secret passageway into his bedroom. Spencer hadn’t expected to be impressed by anything Zayn’s money could buy, but he liked that. He was also completely distracted by his surroundings now. If anyone asked him to describe what he thought a billionaire’s bedroom looked like, he couldn’t have dreamed up this. Spencer’s bedroom told a story. The passageway bookshelf had priceless comic books encased on the shelves. A miniature fantasyland of castles and dragons took up an entire corner. Meanwhile, a massive whirling light show of custom computers, screens, and keyboards filled another space. A wall-size TV took up an area by the bed. There was another mini kitchen inside the bedroom. He could see a bathroom through an open doorway. Spencer didn’t know where to look first.
He finally just picked a spot. Spencer motioned toward the miniature fantasyland. “Did you build that?”
Zayn barely spared the impressive piece a glance. “Yes. I have a lot of spare time. Would you like something to drink?”
Spencer lost interest in his surroundings again. “Actually, I’d like for you to fuck me.”
“That I can do.” That was all the warning Zayn gave before he overcame Spencer. His mouth covered Spencer’s and Spencer went from mildly interested to on fire. Even though Zayn always watched Spencer with the heat of seven suns, Zayn didn’t strike Spencer as an overly passionate person. He didn’t speak on any subject ardently. The guy just seemed slightly indifferent in everything. Even Zayn openly claimed he was boring. Apparently, there was one thing he did with hot-blooded enthusiasm. Spencer was all systems go. He tugged at Zayn’s shirt until he had him out of it. Everything about Zayn was hard and sexy, but he also had a layer of softness Spencer hadn’t been expecting. As Zayn kissed and bit at Spencer’s throat and worked on unbuttoning Spencer’s pants, Spencer ran his hands over every place he could reach. With his eyes closed, he savored the sensations around him. He liked to lose control. Spencer craved the feeling of being caught in a storm. He loved when the wind whipped around him, carrying him where it wanted to go. Zayn was like that. He tugged and pulled until Spencer found himself face down on an extremely plush mattress. It smelled like lavender. Spencer inhaled even as wet fingers stretched his asshole and teeth sank into his back. He moved restlessly against the mattress, wanting the pleasure his body demanded.
Spencer felt the same way he did while high. He heard the faint crinkle of a condom wrapper, then felt the blunt stretch. A laugh of pure joy burbled in his throat as Zayn forced Spencer’s hips into position and pounded. It was perfect. Age and experience were a good thing. Zayn used his expertise to get his pleasure while also punching that button Spencer loved so much. Spencer didn’t focus on anything other than the building tension. He let Zayn set the pace. The noises coming from his throat were beyond his control. His entire body tensed. Spencer held his breath. Zayn pulled out and flipped Spencer onto his back, tearing a cry of denial from Spencer. Before Spencer could curse him, Spencer’s dick was in Zayn’s mouth. Zayn sucked, pulling Spencer’s waiting orgasm from him without warning. Spencer cried out and held Zayn’s hair in a death grip as he rode Zayn’s tongue. Zayn swallowed every drop before pushing Spencer’s thighs apart and impaling him once more.
Spencer clutched the bedding and held on. All he could do was gasp as an ecstasy he had never known before rocked his soul. Zayn looked severe as he took his pleasure from Spencer’s body. When Zayn blew, he whispered Spencer’s name while never once breaking eye contact. Zayn melted into Spencer, claiming his mouth once more. This time, their kiss was sweet. Spencer felt a spark of something he didn’t understand. He could taste his cum on Zayn’s tongue. Spencer didn’t want the kiss to end. He felt oddly connected to life in that moment.
When Zayn rolled away, Spencer immediately went cold. He almost jumped from the bed while Zayn tossed the condom in the trash, but then he was back. Spencer found himself squashed beneath Zayn’s wide chest. His breath left him as their tongues met. Spencer couldn’t completely close his eyes this time. Zayn’s face fascinated him too much. It was too gorgeous. He had a crazy feeling he would be back for more. This had been an unexpected and amazing experience. All Spencer had wanted was a good time for one night. Now he wasn’t so sure.
Two
The room was empty. Zayn didn’t bother searching. He knew Spencer was gone the moment he opened his eyes. It wasn’t like Zayn to fall asleep immediately after sex, but Spencer had been in his arms and his chest felt full. He had just sort of drifted away. Now Zayn was scared to move. He knew once he let consciousness take hold, he would have to face the reality of Spencer leaving. That hurt. It shouldn’t. Zayn recognized Spencer only wanted sex. He wasn’t an idiot, but he had seen his chance and taken it.
From the first hint of having Spencer, Zayn had been ready to go. His big brain had fled the scene and his little one had taken charge. He had seen the opportunity to touch his biggest obsession and taken it. Zayn hadn’t stopped to consider the stupidity of such a thing. He should have taken his time. Played his cards right. If Zayn had moved slower, Spencer might not have sneaked away after the first time Zayn touched him. Fuck. It had been amazing, though. He could still smell Spencer’s cologne. He couldn’t let Spencer get away like this. Everyone used Zayn. For once, it wasn’t about money. Zayn didn’t know how to feel.
A thought hit and Zayn shot from the bed. He nearly tripped over his feet while trying to pull on a pair of shorts and get out the door. Zayn passed two guards on the way to the garage. No one spoke. He damn near ran the last few feet to his car. Spencer’s coat was still inside. A smile that felt wicked even to him pulled at his lips. Spencer hadn’t gotten away yet.
Zayn headed back to his bedroom, moving a little slower. This time, he smiled as he passed the set of guards. Hope wasn’t lost yet. Zayn found his phone in the pocket of his jean
s on the floor. He called Koda without a second thought.
Koda answered on the third ring. “Hello?”
“Hey, Koda. It’s Zayn.”
He could hear the smile in Koda’s voice when he responded. “Hey, Zayn. How’s it going?”
“Good. Good.” Zayn had no idea why he repeated himself. He simply didn’t want to sound too desperate. “Hey, so, is there any way you can find out Spencer’s address for me? We had lunch earlier, and he left his coat in my car. Since I’m still out and about, I figured I would drop it by his place before I forget.”
Koda’s son Liam babbled in the background, letting Zayn know Koda was likely too busy for this. Thankfully, Koda didn’t let him down. “Yeah. Just give me a few. I’ll call Felix at work and ask.”
Zayn fought hard to keep his voice level. “Thanks. You know me. If I don’t do it now, I likely won’t remember later.”
“No problem. Give me like five minutes.”
“Sounds good. Talk to you soon.”
“Bye,” Koda said, disconnecting their call.
Zayn paced the floor as he waited. It was possible Felix didn’t know Spencer’s address. It was equally possible Felix wouldn’t give the information to Zayn, even if he knew it. All Zayn could do was hope. The phone finally vibrated in his hand.
Koda: 3421 Water Street.
Zayn blinked at the address. Water Street was in the warehouse district. There weren’t any homes in that area. Koda had gotten the address for him. Zayn didn’t want to accuse Koda of being wrong, so he simply dressed and headed out. If he got there and it wasn’t Spencer’s place, Zayn would call Koda back. Otherwise, he needed to take a chance.
It took Zayn half an hour with traffic to get to the address in Koda’s text. It was a warehouse. The parking lot was empty and there wasn’t a public entrance. Instead, the place had two huge bay doors and a metal door. Zayn parked near the metal door and climbed from the car with Spencer’s coat. As he reached the door, Zayn second-guessed himself and turned around. This likely wasn’t Spencer’s place, and he didn’t think knocking would get him anywhere. Before he made it back to his car, the door swung wide.
“Yo, Zayn.”
Zayn spun back toward the door. Spencer stood in the open doorway. A pair of black sweatpants rode low on his hips, exposing a set of sexy obliques. There was a hickey on his collarbone that was one-hundred-percent Zayn’s fault. Zayn wanted to do it again. Then he remembered Spencer had sneaked away.
He held up the coat. “I’m not stalking you. You left your coat in my car.”
Spencer’s eyes flashed with humor. “Yeah. You don’t strike me as the stalking type. Would you like to come in?”
Yes. He absolutely wanted to come in, but—again—Spencer had sneaked away. “Uh.” Zayn rubbed the back of his neck.
Spencer snorted. “Dude. Come in.”
Zayn clutched Spencer’s coat to his chest and followed him inside. His jaw nearly dropped when he stepped through the door. It looked as if Spencer had transformed the place into a massive studio apartment. There was an area for a living room—like a TV and such. Another zone of the warehouse had a huge bed and racks of clothes. There was a small kitchen and a gigantic dance floor—like Spencer hosted parties here. His DJ area was surrounded by speakers and the wall had been spray-painted from one end to the other with various tags. At the bay doors, there was a huge box truck—likely for transporting rave gear and Spencer’s navigator. Zayn had no words.
“I saw you pull up on the camera,” Spencer said, pointing toward a nearby screen, showing the parking lot.
Zayn spared the security monitor a passing glance. “Where would you like this coat?”
Spencer shrugged as he plopped down on the couch. “Just toss it somewhere.”
After draping the coat over the arm of the couch, Zayn gingerly sat. He was still unsure of his welcome. Not to mention, reeling from the sight of where Spencer lived. He knew the guy got paid an ass-ton to party for a living, but he was also in his forties. It seemed odd as hell that he lived like this.
A bark of laughter burst from Spencer. “You should see your face. Some of us don’t value possessions as much as you do.”
Zayn fought a wave of insult and embarrassment. He honestly didn’t know where to start. “There were a lot of assumptions in that claim.”
“Are you saying you don’t value money?” Spencer shot back.
“Of course I care about something I worked my ass off to get, but you’re assuming I have opinions on what you value. I don’t. You haven’t told me yet what’s important to you.”
Spencer cocked his head to one side and eyed Zayn. “Then why do you look so horrified right now?”
Zayn couldn’t hold back. “You have two vehicles parked in the same area where you sleep. Haven’t you heard of carbon monoxide?”
Spencer threw his head back, laughing. Hunger gnawed at Zayn’s gut as he stared at Spencer’s exposed throat. He hadn’t realized he had a thing for necks until he met Spencer. Fuck, he was sexy. Spencer swiped at his eyes.
“You’re funny. Like, I figured you were probably smart as fuck, but you’re pretty freaking hilarious too. I’m glad you came by.”
Zayn didn’t know if that was a preface to asking Zayn to leave, so he rushed to secure seeing Spencer again. “You should give me your number.”
Spencer sat forward and grabbed a notebook and pen from the table. He scratched out his number and passed the notebook Zayn’s way. “Same.”
Zayn tore out the area with Spencer’s number and pocketed it before writing his down.
“I don’t normally like bodybuilders. Too much muscle just isn’t to my taste.” Zayn glanced up at Spencer’s remark. He didn’t know whether to be insulted. Luckily, Spencer didn’t leave his statement hanging there unexplained. “Your body is nice, though.” He seemed to realize how he sounded and rushed to fix it. “I mean, usually bodybuilders are like cuddling with marble. You’re not like that.”
Zayn’s cheeks hurt from smiling as he watched Spencer scramble to remove his foot from his mouth. He made a dismissive gesture, wiping away Spencer’s concerns. “I get what you’re saying. I’m not currently cutting for any competitions, so I’m not as solid right now. Truthfully, I’ll probably stay like I am. I’m losing interest in the whole competition thing. Since I’ve already won a few trophies, it seems pointless.” Zayn blew out a sigh. He was tired just listening to himself. “Actually, I’m like this. Things don’t hold my interest forever. I pick up hobbies and then run with them until I’ve taken it as far as I can go. Then I’m bored with it. I’ve been over the bodybuilding thing for a while now. I’m ready to try something new.” Zayn glanced at the notebook, feeling exposed. He was unhappy. It was scary how close he had come to admitting that.
“Hey, man. Whose bad-ass car is that out front?” The words trailed off as the brown-haired guy burst through the door—like he lived there. “Oh.”
Zayn dropped the notebook on the coffee table and came to his feet. “You have company. I should go.”
Spencer eyed him, wearing an unreadable expression. He motioned the new arrival’s way. “This is my sound guy, Jinx. Jinx, this is Zayn.”
Zayn closed the distance between them and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Jinx shook his hand, but his gaze moved between Zayn and Spencer. “You too.” Despite his upbeat tone, Zayn recognized the jealousy in his eyes. He had made a mistake by coming here. Spencer’s jacket had been safely returned. They’d had an amazing afternoon. Spencer was obviously not interested. Zayn wouldn’t call.
Zayn cast a quick glance Spencer’s way, hoping it wouldn’t sting. “I’ll let you two get to work or whatever.” Without waiting for Spencer to respond, Zayn ducked out before he made a bigger fool of himself. He made it to his car before Spencer caught up with him.
“Are you really leaving without a proper goodbye?”
Zayn turned, ready to laugh off the moment. Spencer’s body collided
with his and heat exploded through Zayn. Before he knew it would happen, Zayn had Spencer boxed in against the car. He held Spencer’s jaw and took the kiss he wanted. By the time he pulled away, they were panting.
“That’s more like it.” Despite Spencer’s obvious attempt at nonchalance, his words sounded breathless.
“Don’t lose my number.”
Spencer snagged Zayn’s shirt before he could get away. “I have a party out in the desert. Come. The host just puts the word out and whoever shows, shows. Come out to Hollinger Point. You can’t miss it.”
Zayn didn’t know if his heart could take it, but the day was young. “I’ll be there.” Maybe Zayn would go. He wasn’t sure yet. All he knew was, he really liked Spencer. He wanted to believe they had a chance, and he was the king of fooling himself.
Spencer tried not to smile like an idiot as he headed back inside. He wasn’t one to chase a dude, but damn. There was a definite spark. Spencer wanted to go back for seconds. He hadn’t quite had his fill yet.
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