relax better than a cigarette.
Jamie wasn’t about to start taking orders from Quinn’s brat, but the orders coming from Jamie’s aching balls were a little harder to ignore. The note had him wondering for an instant. What would Gavin Prescott Montgomery be like out of his expensive clothes and riding on Jamie’s cock? He bet the guy loved getting pounded with his ankles as earrings. That way, Jamie could dive back into that sweet sexy mouth, that kiss so hungry it was as if Jamie was feeding him air.
On the drive home, he put his phone on speaker and tapped the button to dial Montgomery back.
“I’m glad you called.” Over the rumble of the truck it was hard to hear the nuances to tell him which version of the man Jamie was getting.
“Yeah. Well. You were getting a little pathetic.” Jamie waited for a click to tell him he’d finally gone too far.
“Where are you? I can barely hear you.”
“In my truck.”
“It’s loud.”
“It’s— What did you want?” Jamie asked.
“I wanted to apologize. And invite you to a party. A fun party. Nothing like what you suffered through before.”
“Did I look like I was suffering?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck you, Montgomery, you’re the one I left hanging.”
“Gavin.” The way he spoke his name cut through the background noise and tinny echo, though it wasn’t loud. More intense.
“Whatever.”
“And don’t tell me I was the only one interested because there was plenty of evidence on your side.”
“Plenty’s right.”
“So.” Gavin took a deep breath. “What time should I pick you up Friday?”
“For what?” As far as Jamie could remember, the only thing they’d agreed on was the size of Jamie’s dick.
“The party.”
“What kind of party?”
“The fun kind. The clothes-optional kind. The kind where you get lucky.”
“With you?” That would work for Jamie.
“Maybe. If you’re not such an asshole.”
“What if I already have plans?”
“Washing your hair? Organizing your sock drawer?”
“Excuse me?” Jamie didn’t need to invent an excuse, and no one had ever accused him of not being direct.
“You like to talk big, but you’re afraid.”
“Of what?”
“You tell me.”
“Listen, Gavin…” Jamie weighted the name, drawing the syllables out into separate words, “…just because I don’t want to get roped into another round of you playing bad boy—”
“I never said you had to play with me. It’s not a one-on-one kind of party.”
There’d been a few semipublic adventures in his life, but while rules were usually something he ignored as much as possible, the one about avoiding arrest on public indecency had seemed like one to keep in mind. But at a private party… Jamie pictured a room filled with guys, no risk of raids, free from lame pick-up lines or wondering how to extricate himself in the morning.
“So what are you afraid of?” Under Gavin’s challenge, Jamie heard Colton’s Not gonna live forever anyway.
“The only thing that scares me around you is the potential for a drive-by manscaping.”
“I assure you, Jamie, that’s not the kind of contact you’ll be getting at this party. I’ll pick you up at eleven tomorrow night.”
“Did I say I was going?”
Jamie could almost hear a shrug in Gavin’s answer. “Thought you had balls enough for it. Never mind.”
After all that talk of engines and rides, balls was the most obscene thing Jamie had heard Gavin say. It sounded odd in his voice, the snooty accent far removed from the usual sounds of Baltimore and the Eastern Shore. An image flashed in Jamie’s head, Gavin panting, throat raw from Jamie’s cock and so desperate for more that the only thing his cultured voice could manage was an endless chant of fuck me . Heat boiled out of Jamie’s gut and into the very sac Gavin was dismissing. Against Jamie’s will, his sudden intake of breath could be heard over the rumble of the Ford.
“Did I hit a nerve?” Gavin’s voice
Jamie wasn’t about to start taking orders from Quinn’s brat, but the orders coming from Jamie’s aching balls were a little harder to ignore. The note had him wondering for an instant. What would Gavin Prescott Montgomery be like out of his expensive clothes and riding on Jamie’s cock? He bet the guy loved getting pounded with his ankles as earrings. That way, Jamie could dive back into that sweet sexy mouth, that kiss so hungry it was as if Jamie was feeding him air.
On the drive home, he put his phone on speaker and tapped the button to dial Montgomery back.
“I’m glad you called.” Over the rumble of the truck it was hard to hear the nuances to tell him which version of the man Jamie was getting.
“Yeah. Well. You were getting a little pathetic.” Jamie waited for a click to tell him he’d finally gone too far.
“Where are you? I can barely hear you.”
“In my truck.”
“It’s loud.”
“It’s— What did you want?” Jamie asked.
“I wanted to apologize. And invite you to a party. A fun party. Nothing like what you suffered through before.”
“Did I look like I was suffering?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck you, Montgomery, you’re the one I left hanging.”
“Gavin.” The way he spoke his name cut through the background noise and tinny echo, though it wasn’t loud. More intense.
“Whatever.”
“And don’t tell me I was the only one interested because there was plenty of evidence on your side.”
“Plenty’s right.”
“So.” Gavin took a deep breath. “What time should I pick you up Friday?”
“For what?” As far as Jamie could remember, the only thing they’d agreed on was the size of Jamie’s dick.
“The party.”
“What kind of party?”
“The fun kind. The clothes-optional kind. The kind where you get lucky.”
“With you?” That would work for Jamie.
“Maybe. If you’re not such an asshole.”
“What if I already have plans?”
“Washing your hair? Organizing your sock drawer?”
“Excuse me?” Jamie didn’t need to invent an excuse, and no one had ever accused him of not being direct.
“You like to talk big, but you’re afraid.”
“Of what?”
“You tell me.”
“Listen, Gavin…” Jamie weighted the name, drawing the syllables out into separate words, “…just because I don’t want to get roped into another round of you playing bad boy—”
“I never said you had to play with me. It’s not a one-on-one kind of party.”
There’d been a few semipublic adventures in his life, but while rules were usually something he ignored as much as possible, the one about avoiding arrest on public indecency had seemed like one to keep in mind. But at a private party… Jamie pictured a room filled with guys, no risk of raids, free from lame pick-up lines or wondering how to extricate himself in the morning.
“So what are you afraid of?” Under Gavin’s challenge, Jamie heard Colton’s Not gonna live forever anyway.
“The only thing that scares me around you is the potential for a drive-by manscaping.”
“I assure you, Jamie, that’s not the kind of contact you’ll be getting at this party. I’ll pick you up at eleven tomorrow night.”
“Did I say I was going?”
Jamie could almost hear a shrug in Gavin’s answer. “Thought you had balls enough for it. Never mind.”
After all that talk of engines and rides, balls was the most obscene thing Jamie had heard Gavin say. It sounded odd in his voice, the snooty accent far removed from the usual sounds of Baltimore and the Eastern Shore. An image flashed in Jamie’s head, Gavin panting, throat raw from Jamie’s cock and so desperate for more that the only thing his cultured voice could manage was an endless chant of fuck me . Heat boiled out of Jamie’s gut and into the very sac Gavin was dismissing. Against Jamie’s will, his sudden intake of breath could be heard over the rumble of the Ford.
“Did I hit a nerve?” Gavin’s voice
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