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“I’ll cancel my meeting. I didn’t want to go to LA anyway.”

  I released my breath, covered the speaker on the phone and blew out into the air.

  “Won’t your family be waiting for you?” I questioned. I wasn’t that much of a dick. I didn’t want to be the one to bring a gulf between Jami and Max by introducing my brother, Jack, into the mix. After all, I’d never seen Max happier than when he’d married Jami.

  There was no way Jack could ever take Jami’s place, and I knew it, so I felt a little less deceitful and guilty about the introduction of my twin brother to get him to the office. Besides, too much time had passed, and these were two different men now. There was no way they would carry the same feeling after these years. There was too much water that had passed under their bridges.

  Their brief and torrid love affair was like ships that had passed in the night. Or so I thought.

  After my conversation with Max, I headed for the shower. I had to get some rest and take time to prepare for a baby. Even the thought had me unable to perform. I wondered if my cock would ever get hard again.

  I tried for a few minutes stroking my dick and thinking about Dorian as I opened his legs and practically molested him with my mouth. Looking down, my length lay limp. Not even my balls had responded.

  What’s the expression? I thought, as I looked down at my cock. I hadn’t had a good blowjob or fuck in months, and still my cock was like a, “wet noodle,” I murmured, but the sound of my voice was loud where I had to look around to see if anyone had heard.

  Tomorrow I had to show my face at work. Max depended on me to work out a contract and a deal he had to produce pictures for his actor friend, Peter. That had kept him flying between LA and Seattle while I worked on the contract. With all the distractions, I’d hoped I didn’t fuck something up. I’d handed it off to another lawyer in the firm to take a look at it and run it though our software to pick up things human eyes and brains couldn’t.

  I’d get the contract tomorrow, and give it to Max, along with my ultimatum—now that was a laugh. Who dared give Max a demand? Me, after I handed him the contract, and told him he had nothing to worry about. He could be on his way back to New York with his family. That would make him happy, because I didn’t need him distracting Jack, because I had plans for Jack.

  Finally my wayward twin brother as Thomas and Jarrett said, could concentrate, and do some good for someone besides himself.

  Chapter 17

  Dorian

  After that altercation at the restaurant, ending with me walking away from Jeremy, and had said, “go fuck yourself,” and strolled slowly to my table, my back to him to let him see my perfectly sculptured ass in my tight black jeans, I sat down next to Phillip who had started his meal without me.

  When I glanced up and across at that blue-eyed heartthrob, he wore this sexy wicked smirk, and that pissed me off to no end. I raised my middle finger, bit my lip after rolling my tongue over my top lip, suggesting that he wished he could get this. I took pleasure in seeing him place his napkin on his lap and cup his cock. The lights were low, but I couldn’t miss that gesture. My cock throbbed after I’d walked away too.

  I didn’t expect to see him anytime soon, or ever after my little display. Suddenly, I was overcome with regret. “Oh well, what’s done is done,” I murmured, as I drove to my building and parked.

  When I reached the lobby of my apartment, after spending a long day with Phillip, and realizing that his life was more fucked up than mine, I felt a sense of accomplishment. When my brain kicked in, I thought, what the fuck did I do? I’d told Jeremy in a few words to go fuck himself, and I’d said that I didn’t need his help in paying for the auction.

  That had been a stupid thing to do, because our company was cash poor due to Phillip playing loose and free with the company’s cash reserves. I’d have to take some of the blame too. I’d signed papers allowing Phillip to buy that expensive condo. But I wasn’t responsible for him investing in dog clinics for that fucked-up veterinarian he’d thrown me over for. He’d taken his own money for that and never asked for my advice.

  It served him right to have to deal with Eric and all his shit. However, I didn’t want to see Phillip hurt by that slut of a doctor.

  I walked into my apartment, and for the first time I felt a sense of peace. No noise and none of Phillip’s shit, although I would have to see him tomorrow. It had been a long day. Phillip begged me to go to these home-decorating places to help him pick some pictures for the apartment.

  “Don’t you have enough shit in that place? You don’t have any more wall space,” I reminded him. “Soon you will be like those people I see on those hoarding shows. One day you’ll call me and say that you lost Eric somewhere in that house, and I’ll tell you to go fuck yourself, and you can find him with his cock stuck in some hole.”

  I laughed when I saw Phillip’s face turn different colors from red to ashen.

  Phillip didn’t think that was funny and wanted to leave, which was fine with me, because I shouldn’t have been with him at those antique shops in the first place. It was his partner’s place to be bored shitless. Besides, I didn’t want to see him spend all his money on some useless money-grubbing man, so every chance I got, I told him that he didn’t need all that shit.

  Phillip would probably give everything to Eric if they broke up, and from my thoughts, it would come sooner than Phillip imagined, the way he let Eric convince him that they needed another cock in their bed.

  After my shower, I headed to the kitchen to fix a late night snack and live stream some movies, old and new favorites. Tonight wasn’t the night for a tearjerker. It was a night for comedy, and what better than to microwave some popcorn, and watch Cary Grant in Bringing up Baby with Katherine Hepburn, and maybe Philadelphia Story if I hadn’t fallen asleep by then.

  I’d raised my feet, laid back for a laugh or two, but as I anticipated, at the scene I liked the most, the bell rang. “Damn doorman,” I shouted. Then I remembered that the doorman had been dissolved because tenants didn’t want to pay for both a doorman and security. They’d thought security was enough. Now we were down to one man and if he’d gone out for a piss, anyone could come in and rob the place. Not that they would, because in this area of town, we had a lot of police around to protect the renters and homeowners.

  Gentrification had taken root in the entire swathe of the downtown area. Because of the close location, near hotels, banks, coffee shops, night clubs, and gyms, I could walk and I didn’t have to use my car, unless it was to travel to work, which wasn’t far from my apartment, or drive outside of Seattle.

  The bell rang several times.

  “Hold your cock, I’m coming,” I shouted.

  I swung the door open and there stood Mister Tall and Handsome. I shook my head and smirked. “What the fuck do you want now?” I asked, out of surprise, because I was indeed surprised. I didn’t expect to see him anymore. He was too handsome and too sexy to take my shit. I knew if I looked like him, I wouldn’t be standing at my door after what happened at that restaurant.

  “I came to bring you something. Can I come in?” Fuck yeah, I wanted him in, but inside me, though I couldn’t do a complete turnaround, because that would put me in a vulnerable position. I needed to stay strong even as my balls tightened and my cock stood at attention just from looking in his face and gazing into those blue eyes.

  “What do you have behind your back? If it’s the fifty thousand I paid for your ass, then come in and by all means stay awhile. If it’s anything else, then you have five minutes.” I turned and strutted back to my living room and flicked on the movie I’d been watching.

  Looking down at me with his hands still behind his back, Jeremy chuckled.

  “What’s that in your hand?” I questioned.

  “Flowers. Surely you’ve seen them before,” he said, presenting them to me.

  “Of course I’ve seen flowers, but not those at this time of year. Where did you find tulips, and how did you know I liked
them?” I reached for them and smiled at him.

  “I know this garden center where you can get whatever you want any time of year.” He didn’t tell me how he knew I liked tulips. “I didn’t like the idea of giving roses. Everyone gives roses. I just took a chance.” At least I thought he told the truth.

  Glancing up at him standing, as much as I liked to see him stand because of how tall he appeared, I wanted him where he’d been a few days ago, between my legs, my cock between his plump lips and me dropping a load of salty cum down his throat. Tonight I hoped for much more. “Sit down. You didn’t come all this way just to bring me flowers. A delivery service could have done that better.”

  Tonight if I was lucky, he had come for another round. I could get used to a handsome straight man like him who didn’t mind getting down and dirty. I smiled at the thought.

  Jeremy sat, then turned to me. “What’s so funny?”

  I used the excuse of watching the movie. “I just love this movie.”

  “It’s my favorite too. So, what’s a man like you doing sitting at home alone?”

  “How do you know I’m alone? How do you know that I wouldn’t be lying in my partner’s arms after a good pounding?”

  “So that’s what you’re waiting for? To find a man who can give you a good pounding?”

  He’d never said how he knew I’d be alone. I guessed when I told him the first time I didn’t have a partner, he remembered that. He didn’t remember me in the restaurant, but he did remember that I didn’t have a man, and how to find my apartment again.

  “That, and a few other things. Now how did you find out about me and my likes?”

  “I just asked for a dossier on the company that gave one hundred thousand dollars to a charity sponsored by Maxwell Gold, but I found out everything I needed in the newspapers. They had a write up on you and your company. You can’t keep anything a secret these days, especially the way cameras are, and I googled you. You’d be surprised how detailed they are. You even got bad press about a year ago for being the architect who drew up plans for affordable housing and sold it to a developer, who then sold it to a tech company who put their own people into it, raising the rent so the poor and middle classes couldn’t afford it.”

  “That wasn’t my fault. It was my partner’s fault.”

  “He’s the one I saw you with today? Where is he?” He glanced around as if he thought Phillip would come rushing into the room.

  “He doesn’t live here anymore. He’s probably sucking his fiancé’s cock this time of night.” Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “I sound bitter because I am bitter.”

  “Because of me? Did you think I would admit to you and the world that I’m gay?”

  “Not all because of you. Didn’t you do your research? If you did you would know without me telling you what happened with me and my partner. I think we made the gossip column of the local papers.”

  “I guess I’m waiting for you to tell me. I want your side of the story.”

  “There isn’t any side to tell, especially to a man who says he’s straight. He wouldn’t understand. Your time is up. You’ve had your five minutes.”

  “What do I have to do to get more time with you?”

  “Say it.”

  “Say what?”

  “You know.”

  Jeremy ignored my request and said, “Is that what you want? Just to hear me say I’m gay? What good is it going to do you if I admit that? There was nothing special about that night.” That sentence took my breath away. I glared at him. “I needed you and you needed me for that one night.”

  “If that’s what you came to tell me, Jeremy, then you can leave and go home to your fiancée. I don’t need a hot guy sitting in my living room disrupting my life whenever he gets horny every other night, and he knows this gay guy who will wait until the other gay guy admits what he is.”

  Jeremy glanced over at me and furrowed his brow as if he’d never heard me tell him to admit that he was gay.

  “If you want to talk to me or see me again, you will have to say it.”

  After a long pause and a short glance, Jeremy said it. “I’m gay. Is that all you want?”

  “That’s not all I want, but for now, I’ll take it.” Then he placed a palm on my knee, a hand behind my head and leaned in, taking my lips hard, and giving me a kiss like I’d never had before, but always wished I had. Heated, his tongue sliding fiercely into my mouth and down my throat, and me sucking it with him moaning breathlessly into my open waiting mouth.

  My body trembled, my breath quickened, my swollen cock slick with moisture turned painfully hard as my balls tightened, anticipating what was to come next. When he pulled away and glared at me, it was as if lightning had struck me on a sunny day.

  “Why would you do that?”

  “What?” He questioned.

  “Kiss me like that?”

  He smirked as if he’d enjoyed making me want him.

  “Jeremy Westbrook, I should have known you’re nothing but a tease, and you just told me everything I wanted to hear. Do you mean anything you’ve said or done?”

  “I meant everything, and I’m not a tease.” Then he rose from his seat. “I have to go. I have to see my brother.”

  “You have a brother? You act like an only child, getting his own way with both men and women.”

  “To clarify, I don’t have my way with men.”

  “What did you call that when you came to my house and sucked me off?” Another puzzled look on that handsome face.

  “I call that attraction of the highest order.”

  “And what do you do when you’re attracted to—”

  Jeremy interrupted me. “A woman?”

  “No. A man, or haven’t you noticed,” I said. “You just kissed a man and you have a raging hard on, or are you in complete denial?

  “Don’t worry. I’ve noticed.”

  I stood, and this time I met him eye to eye, placed my hand behind his neck, and pulled him into me. Then, I leaned into him, grabbed his waist and hauled him into my chest, as rough and hard as I could. He stared at me because it appeared he hadn’t been used to a man giving him the rough treatment.

  I kissed him hard, my cock rubbing against his hard member, and then I pulled away.

  “This is for the other night.” I bit his lip, reached for his shirt and pulled it open popping off a set of pearl buttons, lowered my eyes and then my head as he stood watching me, wondering what I would do next.

  I placed my hand through his shirt. Damn, but he had the hardest body. Muscles everywhere, and he didn’t get those muscles from signing documents. The feel of his body made me shiver. With one hand I palmed one nipple, took it between my fingers and pinched it, while placed my mouth over the other. His hands once at his side, raised and encircled my waist.

  Sucking his nipple hard, Jeremy’s head fell back, and his mouth opened, and I heard a growl as I felt his cock flex against my hard member. The movement of my body against his, complemented his movements. When his hips shot forward, mine sprang forward to meet his. We stood there, me sucking and dry humping him, and him dragging me back to the sofa.

  Once in front of the sofa, I thought he would do what he wouldn’t dare do the last time we met—fuck my hole until I couldn’t walk the next day. He stopped, blew out a large breath and raised his hands. “I can’t do this?”

  “What do you mean you can’t do this?”

  “I promised—”

  I could barely speak. “Who the fuck did you promise? Is it that woman who fucks you when she feels like it? You don’t even like her. You like me. I feel it.”

  “Annalisa never did you anything. She’s a fine woman.”

  “You’re wrong. She did one thing which I can’t forget. She had you and as long as she has you pretending to be straight, I can never have you.”

  “Do you think I would risk my livelihood to be with a man I’ve just met, and had a one-night fling with?”

  Narrowing my eyes and furrowing my b
row, I responded by placing my hand to his chest and pushing him away. “That’s all I am? A one-night fling.”

  “What else can you be, Dorian. Let’s face it, there’s no future for me and you.”

  “Then, I think you should leave. Please, don’t come back.” Jeremy turned without a word, pulled out the tails of his shirt from his pants. I thought maybe to cover his hard length and the wet stains on his pants. I watched him as he strode down the foyer to the door. Those wide hard shoulders underneath that suit jacket, those long legs gliding across the floor, yet there was something different about his stride.

  As a tall man, he hung his head to the side as if he had been in too many doorways that couldn’t accommodate his height. Yet, the first time I met him, and the first time he’d come to my apartment, his head was always erect, somewhat arrogant in the way he held it with shoulders back.

  He was a puzzle. Then, he talked in a soft tone, but there was authority in his manner. Here, Jeremy’s words were arrogant, but his body language said something different. He was hiding something more than being gay. He wasn’t the confident man I thought I’d first met. It was as though he was hiding, but from what and from who?

  Chapter 18

  Jeremy

  I woke early, knowing I had to get to the office before Max arrived. On my way to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee and heat the water for Jack’s tea, I stopped to check on Jack.

  Opening the door, I saw that he hadn’t spent the night somewhere else, but he was sleeping as usual—unlike the last time he’d showed up at my door in the middle of the night. Then, he’d just gotten out of the service. Before his tour of duty he’d been a light sleeper. Now, he appeared calm and less likely to be moving around the house at night as he once did.

  I stood a moment, wondering about him and where he’d disappeared to once his time had been up in the Marines. He never did tell me what he’d done to buy that Corvette. He always said that he’d wanted one since he was a young boy, but with five boys in the family, and all of us going off to college, there wasn’t money left for very much. And after our mother got sick with breast cancer, and soon after died, my father did his best, and then he died too, leaving Thomas to manage the estate my father and mother inherited from their parents.