John groaned and dragged the mess of my cum down his stomach. “Thank you, Sir.”
I hummed, giving John one final look before grabbing my phone and the cash, pocketing them both. There was no kissing between us, no kindness, no goodbye. That wasn’t what either of us were interested in, though if I were being honest, I wasn’t interested in him at all. John wanted someone to degrade him, and I wanted someplace to come that wasn’t my hand.
Finn was the one who’d suggested it, unintentionally of course. He’d probably be furious with me if he knew I was having sex with strangers for money, even angrier if he found out I hadn’t told him about it. The whole thing had started on accident too. Finn had told me I was acting a little more high-strung than usual, and he’d stolen my phone and set me up on one of those hookup apps I’d never had the time for. I didn’t even pay attention to what he put on my profile until I got the first message three days later.
Unintentionally or otherwise, my brother had painted me out to be a dominant man looking for a once-off.High-powered attorney looking 4$ a quick, fun night. No strings and no obligations. I like to be in charge of everything in my life, the bedroom isn’t an exception.
After the fact, I realized the dollar sign must have been a typo, but it meant something to the first man who’d reached out. He said his name was Steve, and he looked like a Steve, and he offered me two hundred dollars to jerk off while he sat on his hands. I didn’t need the money, but growing up in the Covington house had instilled many fundamental ideas in my brain. The first of which being never walk away from money, so…
And that was how I’d accidentally become an escort. A dominant escort.
My brothers were none the wiser, though Finn said to me the week after he set me up on the app, “You seem less stressed.”
And I’d told him I was. We’d never talked about it again.
I walked out of the hotel without a second look back and headed for my car. As soon as I was in the driver’s seat and the car was on, my phone lit up through the Bluetooth, an incoming call from my half-brother, Andrew.
“Hello?” I said, backing out of the parking spot to drive across town to Finn’s house.
“Hey. It’s Andrew.”
“I know it’s you. I have caller ID,” I said, and he laughed nervously on the other end of the line, the sound filling my car. “What’s up?”
“I was just calling to see how things had gone since dinner.”
“Like usual.”
“Have they said anything about me?”
I sighed, turning right and heading west.
My father was a piece of shit in every possible way, but he was also the most fertile—and promiscuous—man on the planet apparently. My four half-brothers and I were proof of that. Marshall was the oldest, four years older than me and Finn, fourteen years older than Smith. The four of us had been raised together—for the most part. Smith arrived as an angry teenager long after Marshall was out of the house, but his presence always loomed over the three of us. My oldest brother was the patriarch our family deserved, and it was only a matter of time until Willem Covington kicked the bucket and gave the title up.
Recently, we’d been made aware of a fifth brother, smack in between me and Smith in age. Andrew. His mother had done a commendable job of keeping Andrew away from all things Covington, but her will had included the truth of his lineage, so after she passed, he searched me out and the rest was quickly becoming history.
Andrew lived in San Diego, two hours away from us, and he’d very recently made the drive up to LA on a Friday for dinner and introductions. The meeting had gone well. Everyone seemed to like him, though Smith was the most hesitant when it came to opening up his arms. I didn’t blame him either. Smith was barely twenty-five, and he’d only been in our lives for ten or eleven years. Any change to the status quo would have been sickening to me at his age too.
“No one has said anything good or bad,” I told him. “Smith is leery, but he’s like a golden retriever trapped in the body of a black cat. He’ll warm up to you.”
“And Finn? Marshall?”
“Marshall is level-headed and sees the whole thing logistically. He’s fine. Finn is?—”
“Kind of an asshole,” Andrew interrupted.
“My favorite brother,” I corrected, though it might have been a lie. I liked all my brothers equally and for different reasons, but Finn and I were closest in age and closest in everything else too.
“Sorry.”
“He can be a prick,” I conceded, but it’s just his humor. “They’ll all warm up to you; I’m sure of it. We’ve just had a lot going on lately.”
“Anything more exciting than a mystery brother appearing out of the ether?”
“Marshall has a boyfriend,” I said.
“Is that…not normal?” he asked.
“He hasn’t dated anyone since college as far as I know,” I explained. “And his new boyfriend is young.”
