“You’re going to have to let me top more often if you don’t want to wear out my asshole,” I tell him.
“There are elective surgeries to tighten you up.”
“Better than wearing diapers.”
“I’m going to be fucking you even when we’re wearing diapers.”
“You make it sound like I’ve already accepted your proposal.”
“The alternative is pretty bleak.”
I laugh. I guess we are both a little fucked up in the head. After that it’s a swirl of heat and desire. I am the flame, he once said, but Cassius is the spark and the tinder. He rides me into sweet oblivion while making outrageous promises.
“I’m going to buy you a tiara made of real diamonds…” he grunts while thrusting, “dress you up like a pageant queen and make you work for that crown…. I’m going to get you a Pepsi sponsorship so that your face is on every screen in America… a fragrance masc men wear that smells like your skin after I’ve fucked you… a line of designer jeans molded to the shape of your ass… I’m going to buy you an island where you’ll be naked all the time and populate it with a stable of thick-dicked studs whose only job is to fuck you…”
He continues with his vows—sweet music to my ears—while the ecstasy of my prostate getting nailed over and over again makes my brain blink out. Cassius grabs hold of my cock and pumps me savagely while shooting his load inside me. My orgasm sears through me like a comet, burning up my insides and rattling my bones. Cum shoots everywhere and stars explode behind my eyelids. Lord Almighty. It’s a wild ride and a spectacular finish.
* * *
“I knowI’m a handsome guy, but there are about a million of us in L.A. Why me?” I’m still not convinced this isn’t just a stunt to get me to forgive him. We’re wrapped in each other’s arms, lying on Heather Hunter’s pristine downy white bed with the duvet clinging to the mattress for dear life. “And don’t just tell me it’s because of my fine ass.”
He sidles up beside me and gazes down at me with a jester’s smile. “Because you fascinate me, dove. You’re like a wildly out-of-control science experiment that bubbles up at the most random intervals, I never know what you’re going to do next.”
“Probably becauseInever know what I’m going to do next.”
Cassius laughs, deep and raspy, the sort of noise he makes after a truly satisfying fuck. “I have something else for you.” He reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a tiny black box that can only contain one thing.
“You planned this?” I ask incredulously.
“I planeverything,” he says. “I was going to propose to you on a gay cruise in the Cayman Islands or perhaps on the rim of a volcano in Hawaii so I could toss you inside if you said no.” He cracks open the box to reveal a thick platinum band studded with diamonds and with a much larger one as its centerpiece. An astronaut could see this rock from outer space.
“Are you trying to buy my affections?” I ask and try it on for size. It fits perfectly. Of course, it does.
“Is it working?”
I hold out my hand and admire the way the diamonds glitter in the light. It’s outrageously expensive and completely over-the-top and absolutely perfect. Maybe I am shallow to be so easily swayed, but Cassius offers me glitz and glamor and a lifetime of thrills. His sex-game is top-notch, and his command of any given wine list is next level. I believe him when he says he’ll make all my Hollywood dreams come true. Hasn’t he already?
“Many men will say they’d kill for you, Adam,” he says in his throaty bedroom voice while kissing my hand, “but how many of them would actually follow through?”
“Only you,” I answer.
What more can I say, babes? When you know, you know.
Chapter30
Cassius
A FEW MONTHS LATER
“Well, I think I speak for millions of fans when I tell you we’ll be sad to see you go.” Sharon Simmons smiles disarmingly at her guest for the day, my very own fiancée, Adam Scott Bailey, who’s doing the talk show circuit to promote season two ofWreckedas well as tease his next big project.
“It’s time, Sharon. The team atWreckedis like a family to me, but everyone has to leave the nest at some point, you know?”
“You’re breaking an awful lot of hearts, Adam. The only thing getting me through this deep depression is the news that you’ll be playing the first-ever openly gay spy in the upcoming thriller,Soldier of Chaos.”
“The orientation of Chase Ridley is what they callomnisexual.”
“Omnisexual? Does that mean attracted to both fruitsandvegetables?” Sharon snarks with a wink.
