“Hey,” he says as he drops his keycard on the coffee table. He doesn’t waste any time unbuttoning his shirt.
“Hey,” I say, draining the last bit of my drink. I don’t make a move to undress myself, instead, I just watch him slowly take his shirt off. Watch as he slowly unbuckles his belt. I don’t feel anything when I look at him. Not the way I used to, anyway. I guess it’s been that way for a while.
Honestly, I don’t know why I agreed to let him come here tonight—why I answer his calls at all. I should just tell him Idon’t want to do this anymore. But a part of me feels bad because he is the closest thing I have to a friend.
How sad is that? That the closest thing I have to a friend is fucking Garrett Tempest?
“How was your flight?” I ask, making small talk. I’m stalling and I know it, but I can’t help it. I feel weird. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Or maybe it’s this dinner and my plan to win my dad over and finally seat myself at the head of this company like I deserve. Maybe I’m worried something will happen and this whole damn thing will blow up in my face.
Or maybe it’s the fact I can’t stop thinking aboutJacob.
Prince Charming.My date for tomorrow.
“Shitty. They ran out of champagne in first class. How do you even do that?” he complains.
He stops when he’s in his underwear, looking at me where I sit. Standing there in his boxers, underneath the light, he doesn’t look all that different than usual—his dark hair expertly swept back, his broad shoulders hunched over. The rough facial hair that looks like he hasn’t shaved in a few days and he needs to get on it. His gaze roves over me, and I don’t miss the way he grabs himself while he takes in the sight. I look away, sipping my drink. My cock barely twitches, not because Garrett isn’t attractive, but because I’m just not myself tonight. Coming home always fucks me up. It always puts me in a weird headspace, and this trip being as important as it is, well, I guess it’s not helping matters.
“How about you?” he asks, sauntering over to where I sit. He stands between my legs, gazing down at me with a sour expression. I don’t look at him, and I can hear the bitterness in his voice.
“Aaron,” he bites. I grunt in disdain. “I’m talking to you, asshole.”
I turn to glare at him, meeting his heated gaze. This song and dance is so familiar, I could do it in my sleep. But it’s just white noise. Static. There’s no reaction here like there used to be.
I guess fucking around for twenty years on and off takes its toll.
“I’ve had better,” I murmur, but I make no move to touch him. Instead, he nudges my legs apart and drops between them. I let out a sigh as his hands find my belt, quickly working to unlatch it. I don’t stop him, but it doesn’t mean I feel good about it.
You’ll feel good soon enough. For a little while anyway.
I glance at my phone, noting the time.
“You look like you’re fucking beat,” he says as he unzips my zipper, leaning forward, tugging at my pants to pull them down with my briefs.
“I am. And I have an early meeting, so maybe less small talk, okay?”
“So fucking bossy,” he bites, grabbing my cock in his hand. He squeezes hard.
“What’s the matter, Daddy? Too drunk to get it up tonight?” he taunts me. I shake my head and move to push him off of me, because I’m just not in the mood for his mouth. At least not in this capacity. I was at least entertaining the idea of him sucking my cock, but now…
This was a bad idea, this—
But the minute I move, he takes my semi-hard cock into his mouth and starts going to town on me like this is a business deal that can only be sealed with his tongue.
Fucking hell.
I tense, my eyes falling shut because as much as it pisses me off, it does feel good. His mouth is warm. Wet. And it’s been too long since anyone’s serviced my cock but myself.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s just this event tomorrow, or maybe it’s even Garrett and his whole fucking attitude, butwhatever it is, I don’t question it for the moment. I let my mind wander in my scotch haze, and when Jacob’s pretty picture comes up in my thoughts, I groan.
I imagine it’s his perfect mouth wrapped around me, imagine it’s his warm, wet mouth I’m thrusting into, and before I know it, I’m fully erect again.
Garrett’s tongue slides underneath my shaft as he cradles my balls and I thrust into the back of his throat, imagining Jacob’s bright blue eyes staring up at me from between my legs. Imagine his tongue rolling around my shaft. I reach for Garrett’s hair with my free hand, sliding my fingers in the locks and gripping them hard. I hold his head with force as I thrust up into his mouth with one hard motion and my orgasm hits me without warning.
Garrett bristles as I come, clearly not ready for me, judging by the choking sound he’s making, and I let him go. My hand in his hair loosens as my body unravels, as I empty myself in his mouth, and then the guilt hits me like a brick.
Fuck.
I open my eyes, pulling out of his mouth quickly, though I’m not done yet. Garrett brings the back of his hand to his mouth, his heated gaze catching mine and I don’t miss the sizable tent he’s pitching in his boxers.
