They both let out a breath and sat down on the sofa. Nikolai leaned back and spread his legs wide while Reid sat sideways, tucking one leg under his butt as he stared at his former best friend.
“I’ve missed you, bud,” Reid repeated.
“I’ve missed you, too,spicy lips.”
They both began to chuckle, remembering when Reid first earned the colorful nickname.
They’d both been entertaining a client—a wealthy CEO from Mexico. She’d prepared a spread of margaritas and Mexican hors d’oeuvres for them to enjoy before things heated up in the bedroom. What they didn’t realize was that Reid had added a bit more hot sauce to the food he was eating.
Reid liked his food a little on the spicy side.
It wasn’t until Reid went down on the woman and she started to scream that he realized his error in judgment. Spicy lips and pussy lips didn’t exactly mix well together.
Once the “fire” in the woman’s crotch had been extinguished, she angrily asked them both to leave. It was on their way home, during an endless amount of laughter, that Reid was awarded the fiery nickname “spicy lips.”
7
REID
Fourteen Years Ago
Laughter could be heard coming from behind the closed door located at the far end of the hallway.
The walls tilted slightly as Reid made his way toward the sound. It was a party! And everyone was invited!
Well, that wasn’t quite true. Yes, it was a party, but only a select few were invited to this midnight soiree.
Gripping the oversized gold doorknob, he turned it and slid through the gap in the doorway.
Inside the room, candles flickered from every corner. Soft jazz music played, creating a sense of rhythm and intimacy for the very exclusive party. Glasses and champagne bottles sat half empty, a clear indication that the festivities had been raging for hours.
Warm and sweaty, Reid walked toward the bed, holding a glass of wine in one hand and a newly opened bottle in the other.
“Here you go, my sweet,” Reid said, passing the naked woman the glass of wine.
“Thank you, my dear. Always such a gentleman.”
“I’d like something to drink,” Nikolai said, his head popping up from between the woman’s legs.
His lips were glossy from the hours spent servicing their client. Giving a woman pleasure required stamina and a lot of hydration.
Kneeling on the other side of the bed was Jean-Carlo, one of the other Diamond Squad boys Mikhail had in his service.
Tonight’s client was Ms. Catherine Devereaux—a forty-something woman with jet-black hair and eyes as pale as Snow White’s skin. She had ordered three men to service her all weekend. It was a treat to herself for inheriting her dead husband’s sixty-million-dollar fortune.
They had no kids, so the entire fortune went to Ms. Devereaux and whatever her heart desired. And this weekend, her heart desired three slabs of beef filling every hole and crevice she could think of.
The woman was liberal and adventurous, and had an appetite that could rival any twenty-year-old man.
“How about you take a drink after you swallow this young man’s cock?” she suggested, eyes filled with lust and desire.
Nikolai’s face went white when he realized that their client was nodding toward Jean-Carlo’s swollen rod.
So far, they’d been able to distract any clients who requested Niko go down on or service another guy. Usually, by Reid quickly jumping in and distracting the client with some sexual move they weren’t expecting, or by suggesting something else equally as tempting.
But this time, he was holding a bottle of wine, and the client was staring directly at Nikolai.
“Umm, sur—” Nikolai began before Reid decided to jump in and save his ass.
