by Riley Hart
“Yesterday morning, Evan and I saw you from his place. You were with a guy. That kid, Travis.”
Evan’s unit is on the sixteenth floor in the opposite tower. I usually keep my blinds cracked during the day to let a little light in. I close them at night since I can see into the bedrooms on the lower floors in the North Tower when people leave them cracked open. Figure if I can see into theirs, other people can see into mine. But I was so drunk the other night, I didn’t even think about it.
He totally thinks we were messing around, and I’m not going to lead him to believe otherwise, especially if it’s bothering him, which it must be if he’s bringing it up now.
“What does that have to do with you?” I ask.
“Nothing, but, Gary, the guy’s trouble. You know he’s a massage therapist, right?”
I didn’t, but apparently he’s even more handsy than I’d previously considered.
“So…?”
“Guys talk about the kinds of things he does for them sometimes. And it doesn’t surprise me, considering he’s not exactly a saint around town. I’m just saying…he’s not the kind of guy you can trust. He’s—”
Heat flashes to my face.
“The kind of guy who’ll cheat on me?”
“That was different. I fell for someone outside of us. I was a coward. I didn’t have the balls to tell you that. This Travis guy. He’s bad news.”
“He’s been nothing but good to me.”
Which is true. Just not in the way I make it sound.
“He uses guys for sex.”
Who is he to tell me this?
The rage he’s stirred is too much for me to contain. I spit out, “Maybe that’s what I needed to get over you. A guy who uses me for sex. Travis gives me the incredible, mind-blowing sex I needed…the kind I never got when we were together.”
I’m enjoying leading him to believe I’m already running around, having all this awesome sex. That I’m so over him that I’m having this incredible affair with someone as hot as Travis. He’ll find out soon enough that there’s nothing going on, but it gives me some satisfaction right now.
Peter starts to say something, but before he can get anything out, I notice someone approaching me from my side.
I turn and see Travis, a broad smile across that gorgeous face of his. I’m looking directly into his beautiful hazel eyes—greener toward the center and browner on the edges.
He wraps an arm over my shoulder.
“Hey, sexy,” he says before kissing me.
Fire fills my cheeks.
What the fuck is happening right now? Did he overhear what we were talking about?
What does he think about me implying that I was hooking up with him?
Although, with our lips locked, it’s obvious he doesn’t mind. Is he helping me out?
These thoughts race through my mind in a moment before I abandon all concern and enjoy his wet tongue as it slides between my lips.
He hugs me and strokes up and down my back, his fingers pressing into my muscles. Considering how it feels to have him caress me like this, I imagine he must give people some incredible massages. I’d pay for this shit.
My dick stirs to life again, but I don’t care because right now, the only thing in the world that exists is Travis and the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had in my life.
6
Travis
Gary moans softly into my mouth. I swallow it down, tighten my hold on him as his blunt nails bite into the skin of my back. His tongue sweeps my mouth, and his body presses against mine. He’s all fucking hunger and need, and all I can think is, Christ, he can kiss. They always say it’s the quiet ones, and I’ve never seen it until now. He gives me another sexy, little groan. Nips my lip, and fuck if I don’t wish we were somewhere more private so I could see if he would really let loose.
I press another quick kiss to his lips before I pull back, put my arm around his shoulder and tuck his head against my neck. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing here. All I know is I glanced over and saw Peter and his boy talking to Gary. The tenseness rolled off him, showed in the stiffness of his body and the way he took a step back, almost like he wanted to disappear.
Steven had excused himself a little while before and told me to relax and have a good time, which I’d tried, but then I’d seen Gary over here, and I’d had the urge to save him—which is a pretty fucking foreign emotion if I’m being honest. When I got close enough to hear Gary talking about the mind-blowing sex I gave him, I decided to go for it, hoping I didn’t take a knee to the balls, even if it was just out of plain shock.
Now that the kiss is over, Gary’s like a board against me. Peter looks like he wants to hit me but also has his mouth wide open like he can’t believe Gary’s out getting dick instead of weeping over him. Forget the fact that Gary might very well be weeping over Peter. I have no fucking idea. All I know is, I’m pretty sure he’s a smug bastard who really needs to be put in his place.
“Jesus, that fucking mouth. I can’t get enough of it.” I drop my hand and swat Gary on the ass, and he lets out a sharp squeak. “I love it when you make that sound.”
Letting my eyes wander Peter’s way, I say, “Oh, hey. I’m Travis,” and reach out my right hand. My left arm is still wrapped around Gary, who sounds like he’s slightly hyperventilating beside me.
He doesn’t grasp my hand right away, looking at Gary and then back at me. Jesus, this guy is a stuck-up motherfucker. Is this the kind of dude Gary is into?
Finally, he grabs my hand and shakes it. “Peter. This is Evan. How long have you known Gary?”
This gets Gary’s attention. “It’s none of your business, Peter.”
“Yeah. It’s none of your business, Peter,” I add and wonder what in the fuck I’m doing. I sound like I’m twelve.
Just then, I see movement out of my periphery. Instinctively, I know exactly who it is, and I’m caught between wanting to pull away from Gary because the last thing I need is for Steven, who already has questions about my character, to think I’m randomly fucking Gary, but also not wanting to hang Gary out to dry.
“Travis, I was looking for you.” Steven zeroes in on the man beneath my arm. When Gary nudges my side, I realize I’m squeezing his shoulder.
“You know him?” Peter asks, and fuck my life for trying to help Gary out. All it’s doing is creating a mess for me.
“Peter. It’s good to see you.” Steven holds his hand out for Peter, who shakes it a whole hell of a lot quicker than he did mine. “Travis and I are considering doing some business together.” He turns his attention back to me. “I didn’t realize you had a…friend here.”
My pulse begins to slam against my skin. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my face and stings my eye, but I force myself to ignore it. What are my choices here? If I say Gary is just a friend, then I give Peter’s smug ass the satisfaction I don’t want him to have and also, risk him telling Steven that basically I’m using Gary as a fuck-toy, which he no doubt believes. And no, there’s nothing wrong with fuck-toys if both parties want to play, but it’s not something that’s really going to make Steven confident in dishing money out on me.
And I really want this fucking money. I need it.
So…I wing it. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate for Gary to be around while we spoke. Gary, this is Steven, the man I told you about. Steven this is my…” Oh fuck. I am so screwed. How did I get myself into this situation? “…My boyfriend, Gary.”
Gary doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t respond. I’m going to fucking kill him if he calls me out on this lie after I came over to save his ass. This is basically all his fault.
Speaking of ass…I lower my hand again and give his a gentle pat that I’m hoping says, Play along. You owe me. “Sorry. I think I rendered him speechless with the kiss I gave him a few moments ago. He does that to me every time I look at him.”
That seems to shock Gary into action. “Don’t be ridiculous, Travis. Yo
u’re the one who nearly knocks me on my ass every time I see you.”
Once. He fell on his ass once and that was Derek’s fault for sending me to his bed.
“Hi, I’m Hayden,” the other man, who I’d forgotten was there, speaks up. “Peter, Evan, you guys look great,” he adds, and I’m pretty sure he’s trying to take the attention off us.
“You get speechless when you look at me? Laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?” Gary whispers tersely out of the side of his mouth.
“Fuck off. I’m going off the fly here.”
Steven’s attention zeroes back in on Gary. This time, he manages to shake the other man’s hand. Peter’s got his arms crossed, giving me a hard stare, and I really think I fucking hate this guy.
“Peter, let’s go swimming,” Evan tells him, which is a great idea if you ask me. I want them to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.
It’s Steven who speaks next. “How would you and Gary like to have dinner with my partner and me next week, Travis? There are a few things I’d like to think through, and then the four of us can meet again and take it from there.”
He’s testing me. Not because he thinks I’m lying about being with Gary because who in the fuck really does that? But I think he’s trying to see how much I want this. If I’m willing to be patient. Hell, judging by what he told me about his relationship, maybe being with Gary shows him I have some kind of stability that he thinks I’m lacking. “Yeah, that’d be great. What do you think, Gary?”
I look down at him and see a wild, sort of frantic look in his blue eyes. Luckily, he recovers quickly. “Of course. That’d be great. We’d love to.”
“Good, good,” he replies. “I’ll get in touch with you on the date. Now have fun; go swimming, you two.” Steven turns toward Peter. “I wanted to run a few fundraising options by you when you get a chance, Pete,” he says, making it painfully obvious the two know each other well, at least through their fundraising work.
So, I’ve just tied myself into a relationship with the ex-boyfriend of someone who knows the man I’m trying to get money from for my business. What in the hell just happened here?
“That’d be great, Steve,” Peter replies. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay, Gare? I’ll call you. There are a few things I want to talk to you about.”
“Okay,” Gary replies, still stiff as a door beside me.
Steven, Evan, and Peter walk away. Hayden chuckles, pats Gary on the shoulder, and then gives us space by leaving.
“You can loosen up a little you know? You kiss me like a man starving for my lips—fucking hot, by the way—and now you’re standing here like someone shoved something up your ass and not in a way you enjoy.”
“Excuse me if I’m trying to figure out what in the hell just happened!”
We must look at least a little suspicious. We’re standing together awkwardly, my arm around him, both of us facing forward and speaking quietly out of the sides of our mouths.
“I kissed the hell out of you—and you kissed the hell out of me right back, I might add—after hearing you tell your ex how good I am in the sack. Things went downhill from there.”
“Oh, fuck. Peter…he thinks…” He seriously sounds like he’s on the verge of passing out.
Gary tries to pull away, but I don’t let him get far. I lock his hand with mine and pull him so he’s facing me. “Play it off for now, please. We can figure the rest of it out later. This is important to me.” Fuck, if I don’t hate admitting that, but it’s true. Whatever it takes to convince Steven he can trust me, I’m willing to do.
Gary opens his mouth to reply, but Derek’s voice cuts him off. “Christ on a cracker. Turn my back for five minutes and look what happens. You guys know you owe me one threesome with you.”
“Derek, now is not the time,” Gary rushes out.
“Fine. At least let me watch, but that’s my final offer.” He steps up to me, lets his hand roam down my chest, traces the lines of my abdominal muscles with his finger. “Fucking hot. You’re welcome, Gary.”
With a parting grin, Derek walks away and the two of us are alone again.
7
Gary
I study Travis’s torso of fit, toned muscles. So many lines, so many curves—all of which, given the opportunity, I would eagerly worship with my tongue. The thick veins in his biceps, obliques, and shoulders push forward as they struggle to be contained by his beautiful, smooth flesh.
The fact that I can appreciate his body after everything that was just thrown at me speaks to how hot he is.
He narrows his eyes as he looks at me like he’s deep in thought.
I’m glad one of us can think right now because I’m still reeling from the thrill of that kiss. Excited as it made me, it also terrifies me. Our lip-lock knocked the thoughts right out of my head, and something within me took over—something hungry for wild, uninhibited sex. I wanted to fuck Travis right then and there. Forgot about everything, even my d-bag ex and his new boyfriend. I was consumed in the moment, not caring why Travis was kissing me, only that he was. The taste of whiskey on his tongue, the sensation of his breath rushing across my face, and his hot touch were the only things that mattered to me.
I’m sure it was only a few moments, but it felt like we were lost in each other for hours. Well, I was lost in him. Even as he stands before me, thinking through what just happened, I know I was the one who was blown away. This is likely just another day for a sexy-as-sin guy like him.
“We’re in a bit of a jam here, Hot Ass,” he says, moving even closer, his torso rubbing up against mine, his lips inches from my face. I could easily lean forward and kiss him again, so I’m forced to fight every impulse in me to take advantage of the opportunity.
Act like a fucking human, Gary!
“Who was that guy you were talking to?” I ask. That came out way more defensively than I meant because there are too many questions running through my brain for me to process at once.
“A guy who can get me the cash to make my dreams come true. And a guy who thinks I might not be reliable enough to make good business decisions because I don’t have much of a track record with anything long-term. He seems to think being able to hold down a man means something about my skills as a businessman. Don’t get me wrong. I am good at holding down a man.”
I’m blushing again. Fuck him for oozing sex and charisma.
I force myself to pay attention to the issue at hand. “So, you were using me—”
“You told your ex we hooked up to make him jealous, so who was using who here?”
I was right. He heard me and then he pitied me. That’s the only reason any of this happened.
My face fills with heat, but now not from the passion of his hot kiss. Just ’cause I’m embarrassed that I’m the guy he had to bail out of an awkward jam.
“Thank you,” I say.
He scrunches up his face.
“Thank you? I need a little more than a thank-you right now.”
If he wanted it, he could have a lot more than a thank-you.
“You gotta come to this dinner thing with me,” he says. “I assume you have a good suit to wear. Maybe a few too many because you seem uptight enough that you probably wear one for work occasionally.”
True, but it doesn’t keep me from being offended.
I pull away from him. Hot as he may be…and hard as my dick still may be from that kiss…I don’t have to take this.
“This is how you ask for a favor?” I keep my voice low, despite wanting to shout at him for being such an ass.
“Come on. I’m kidding. Trying to get you to ease up a bit. You’re all tense, not to mention hot and bothered. I helped you out of a jam, so I’m asking you to help me out of one.”
“I’m sorry, but this is crazy, and I can hardly even think right now.”
I turn to walk away.
This is the stupidest situation I could have gotten myself into, but I’m getting out of it right now.
A few
people glance our way. We obviously created quite a few scenes together at this party.
I try to yank my hand free of Travis’s grasp, but he holds on tight and pulls me back to him, forcing another kiss.
The explosion happens all over again. Everything I’m pissed about, everything that’s bothered me disappears as I’m left with this hot moment and my desire to have him all to myself. To taste every part of him. To give him the sort of pleasure a guy like Travis must need. To work that fat cock of his until he blows his load in my mouth.
I hate myself for how much I want him. My body’s betraying me.
And my dick is hard as a fucking rock.
His tongue greets mine, and I accept it. I won’t fight this. Can’t fight this.
My body trembles with excitement as Travis releases my hands and strokes up and down my back, down to my ass, cupping both cheeks. He must be a good massage therapist. Every touch, every stroke feels so perfect—like he knows just how much pressure to apply to each muscle. Like he fucking took a class on The Art of Making a Guy Horny as Shit.
If he gets to enjoy my body, I don’t see why I can’t enjoy his, so I grab hold of him. Quickly. Desperately. Like this might be the last chance I ever get. I pull so close to him that his ripped torso is pressed against mine, and his hard cock—that big fucking cock—is against my pelvis.
He pushes me back against the cement wall before breaking our kiss.
Every nerve in my body is on edge, but my muscles are surprisingly relaxed.
“Why the fuck did you just do that?” I ask. Not that I have a problem with it, but I’m curious.
“In case you haven’t noticed, we got a lotta people watching us right now, so if we’re going to keep this up, we need to put on a good show. Plus, you’re a whole lot more agreeable when I have my tongue down your throat.”
He gives my ass another squeeze. “Now can you do me a solid here and help a guy out? I’m not asking for much. Just one dinner. Please.”
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to pull this off. I’m not a fucking actor, for Christ’s sake.”