Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“We got along fine, and one lunch, I brought up Grindr. He asked me to meet him in the woods, and there he told me he wanted to mess around and he’d leave me a note to go to his room.”
Fucker set it up in private, but he sure didn’t fuck him in private. Maybe Ryan wanted it to be a surprise for me. He knows me well enough to know I was pulling up the feed on my laptop. And he didn’t even attempt to search for the cameras he knew damn well were in his room.
He wanted me to see.
Is that what turned the pervert on? Knowing I’m watching him and stroking myself off in tense fury as Jonas fucks him?
I could tell by how Ryan rolled his head back that he was about to come—that’s how he usually came when he jerked himself off. I recognized those familiar twitches in his face, the way his body vibrated as he came down from his high.
He had his eyes closed—that one I’m still trying to make sense of. Maybe he was ashamed, just like he’d been when he fucked around with Kieran. Maybe he couldn’t look because he knew he’d fall into a fit of tears over the death of the man he loved.
I suspect he feared that if he looked at Jonas, he would straddle two worlds, the past with our dear brother Kieran…and the present with this stranger. Because Jonas isn’t Kieran—something that made it so fucking confusing as I was watching. There were times when my thoughts drifted back to a moment between Kieran and Ryan…lost in their passion, Ryan calling out his name in ecstasy…taking that big cock.
From what I could tell in the video feed, Jonas’s cock was satisfactory, but he’s no Kieran.
“And how did you fuck him?”
“I…” His gaze shifts around the room like he’s thrown by the question.
“I guess I can be transparent with you now, Jonas. I obviously couldn’t just take your word for it, so I had cameras set up around Ryan’s room—just for last night. Someone will be reviewing the footage to verify you completed the task. I only want to make sure you’re being truthful.”
The way he’s looking at me, I can tell he’s unsettled, and that excites me. Maybe because it reminds me of how Kieran used to look when he’d get uncomfortable.
Jonas offers a narrative of last night, detailing the events in the bedroom, giving me another chance to relive it. As he shares, I get hard, the crotch of my pants constricting my erection. There’s a sting to it, reminding me of the sting in my chest when I watched him bring Ryan to climax.
“Well, Jonas, I’m pleased your heterosexual nature didn’t hinder your ability to complete the job. And I’m very pleased with your work, so I’m ready to show you just how much.” I pull out my phone and key away on it. “There. I deposited fifteen thousand dollars into your account.”
I text him a confirmation of the transaction, then set my cell on the desk.
There’s that pain in my chest again. I’m struggling to keep it together. As much as I wanted Jonas to provide a more thorough account, it took a toll. And I can’t get their fuck session out of my head. The pleased expression on Jonas’s face. Ryan moaning as he came across him. Even with his eyes shut, how could he help himself? He knew whom he really wanted inside him.
We both know.
“Fifteen?” Jonas asks. “You said ten.”
Most guys would’ve taken it and gone on their way, but not Jonas. Such a nice man…the kind of man that men like me eat for breakfast.
“Consider it a tip.” I push to my feet and start around the desk.
Jonas’s gaze shifts to my crotch, surely noticing my erection. He looks away quickly.
There’s an innocence about him that gives me a twisted sort of pleasure. Maybe because it feels like I’m exacting revenge against Kieran.
I’m glad we’re not finished with him yet.
“So I guess I should pack my things? Will that driver take me to the airport, or do I need to Uber?”
“I can arrange for the driver to take you.”
He glances around like he’s waiting to be excused, and I let him sit there in confusion for a few moments longer as I settle in front of him, resting my palms behind me on the desk.
“You can walk out today… Or you could stay.”
He gazes up at me. He’s taller than me. Maybe that’s why I enjoy towering over him like this. Maybe that’s why I enjoy this whole arrangement where this pathetic man is at my mercy.
“Stay? I don’t think… I can’t stick around. I have to get back to my family.”
“I meant for another job.”
“Another job?” His expression twists with worry.