by Sky McCoy
“I’ll be at my desk Monday morning.” I cut the conversation short.
“You are coming to the Christmas party?” That sounded like a command and it was. “I want all my boys there. And bring Luca.” Of course I’d bring Lou. Bill knew that I’d planned to marry Lou, but with his innuendos and remarks it was as if he thought that it wouldn’t happen and I’d never walk down the aisle to become Mr. Ethan Rae Summer.
Chapter 2
Luca
Ethan remained quiet on the ride back to San Francisco—too quiet. He’d always talked about his life before me, his job, but now silence. I had to break the ice. I didn’t know what was bothering him, but I hadn’t seen him this quiet since I had my cock in his mouth. I smiled at the thought of him trying to take it down his throat and gagging.
“What’s so funny? Are you still laughing at me running around with my pubic hair on fire?” Ethan furrowed his brow when he turned to glare at me.
I took my eyes off the road for a second.
“Don’t be such a drama queen. I wasn’t laughing at you, Ethan. I would never laugh at my boy.”
“I’m not a boy,” he complained. I placed my hand on his leg, then he put his hand over mine, and lifted it off his leg, placing it on the console between us. I reached for the bottle of water and glanced over at my boy staring out into the night.
“What the fuck is bothering you, Ethan. Care to tell me? Maybe I can help you.”
“That’s the problem. You want to be too helpful. I can handle things on my own,” Ethan barked at me. Maybe we needed a little space. We’d been in the cabin for a week fucking and not getting any fresh air. What will happen when we’re married and have to see each other every day? I thought. Would it be like this, grumbling, and scowling over nothing? I hoped not because I couldn’t take the way Ethan looked at me.
“What do you want for Christmas, Ethan?”
“I have everything I want.” I felt the warmth in his voice for a moment, but then he turned away, and the chill of his attitude toward me returned.
“What is it? Your job?”
He didn’t answer and I knew it had something to do with his job or maybe it was Bill Clausen. I’d heard that he could be a royal prick, but that was an understatement. He paid his lawyers more, but the shit they had to endure just to maintain their salaries might have been too much for Ethan and he didn’t want to admit it.
“I love you, Ethan, but if you continue with this attitude, I’ll have to spank you,” I joked to lighten up the moment, but when Ethan turned and grimaced my way, I knew he had taken it seriously.
“We have a relationship and I’ve pledged to be your boy. You agreed that you would enforce that only in our bedroom.”
“I was kidding, baby.”
“That sounded like a threat to me,” he grumbled, then Ethan crossed his arms and moved closer to the door.
I NEVER THOUGHT I’D be happy to arrive at Ethan’s apartment. He stepped out of my SUV and didn’t kiss me.
“Wait, Ethan,” I yelled. “Are you still going to the Christmas party with me?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
I wondered if he realized how cold he’d been to me the entire drive to Frisco. He’d mentioned to me early on in our relationship about being the only child and spoiled, but I’d never seen that part of him—until now. He’d been apprehensive about marrying and living with me, but I thought we’d gotten over that, and there would be smooth sailing from this day forward. It looked like things had changed and all in only a matter of hours.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” I begged. He climbed back into the SUV, leaned over and brushed his lips over mine. The kiss wasn’t like the ones we’d shared before. He barely touched my lips before he pulled away, and when I tried to hold on to him, he drew his shoulders away.
“Now I have something to ask of you?”
“What is it? Anything, you know that, baby?”
“Are you going to accompany me to my Christmas party?”
“I thought you said that you didn’t want to go.”
“That was before I was threatened by Mr. Clausen.”
“You didn’t tell me that he threatened you. Why would you work there? You know I don’t want you to work anymore, but you insist.”
“What the fuck do you want me to do? Wait at home and be your lapdog?”
“That would be a nice gesture,” I joked with a chuckle, but Ethan didn’t take it that way. He tightened his jaw, bit down on his lip, and without another word, he climbed out of the car, stormed up the stairs, and into his apartment.
I felt terrible, but I didn’t go after him. We both needed time to cool off. I’d give him room to get whatever bothered him off his chest. Maybe he needed some time to himself. I knew I did.
I drove on home and didn’t call Ethan. Sometimes, my mother would say when my sisters didn’t come home on time, “Leave them alone and they’ll come home, wagging their tails behind them.” I wished Ethan would come home to me wagging his tail. My cock twitched thinking about his beautiful ass. Just about now I would like to paddle it, then place my cock’s head in, pull it out, and tunnel into that tight hole, fucking him hard over and over.
Thinking about what I wanted to do to him had my shaft hard and leaking. I couldn’t get in my house fast enough. Maybe tonight I’d jerk off. I had enough thoughts of Ethan running around my head. The way his body looked when I lay over him and how he’d let me drive my cock into him.
Opening the door to my house, I didn’t realize how much I needed some space too. I was sure that was what Ethan meant when he said he wanted to keep his apartment where he could go to shut the door and think.
I dropped my keys into the bowl and headed for a decanter to pour myself a drink, then I toed off my shoes and lay back on the couch to think about the wonderful week I’d had with Ethan. No one to disturb us and no work.
That pleasure was short lived when someone rang my doorbell. I’d forgotten that I’d let my house staff off until Monday. I raised my head, rose from the couch, closed my eyes for a second, then exhaled, and headed in the direction of the door.
“Who the fuck is it this time?” I shouted. I’d been annoyed all day and didn’t realize it until I’d tried to unwind and think about my beautiful boy. I opened the door with a jerk.
“Daniel?” I stared for a moment. “Come in. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Sidney.” He stepped into the foyer and followed me as I went to retrieve my drink. “I’ll have what you’re drinking.”
“I was hoping to enjoy my drink alone,” I complained.
“You know you shouldn’t drink alone,” Daniel added as he poured himself a Scotch.
“So I’ve heard,” I said glancing over at him, “but I still prefer to drink alone. I hope this visit isn’t going to take forever. I’ve just returned from the cabin and I’m tired.”
I settled down on the sofa, Daniel sat near me, and placed his empty glass on the coffee table after guzzling down a half glass of Scotch without ice or water.
“What the fuck got you out of your cave this time of night? I thought you’d be flogging a young ass or two. Making them suck your toes.”
“I don’t do that anymore. It’s too humiliating.”
“For you, or those boys?” I smirked.
“Go ahead. Kick a man when he’s depressed,” Daniel mumbled as he looked down at his empty glass and over at the bottle of Scotch.
“I’ve never seen you down, Daniel. I’ve seen others face down—”
Daniel interrupted me. “Okay. Okay. I know where you’re going with that, but you know what I mean.”
“I don’t know what you mean unless you tell me. I stopped guessing about you years ago.”
“Well, you know that young boy. The virgin.” Daniel used air quotes when he said virgin.
“Yes I know Hayden. The cute boy you told to come back after he’d been broken in, and the very same one you ferried off during Thanks
giving after dinner.”
“Yeah, I meant to tell you that I had a wonderful time and to give my warm regards to your sisters and especially Claire. The turkey was superb and the company—”
“Cut the shit, Daniel, and tell me what’s bothering you so I can finish my drinking alone,” I barked, and before he drove me crazy where I’d have to get another drink.
“It’s about Hayden.”
“I’d guessed that a minute ago. Tell me something that’s new,” I said, my voice exhibiting my impatience, which had worn thin, because I wanted Daniel out so I could call Ethan to find out what was bothering him, and then jerk off to my memories.
“You know I see a therapist, and my therapist is out of town on vacation, somewhere in Italy. That’s another story. You’re the only one I have left.”
I glanced over at Daniel and I wondered who I’d talk to at eight o’clock at night because my boyfriend had turned cold on me—certainly not Daniel.
Daniel lowered his eyes and then with a sad expression he met my gaze. At that moment he appeared to be one step from climbing up the Golden Gate Bridge and jumping.
I thought now it would be too hard to kill himself on that bridge with the cameras and guard railings, so he came to me to lay his insecurities and broken heart at my doorstep. Well, where did I lay my heart when it was broken like it was now?
Placing my hand on his leg, “Daniel. What happened between you and Hayden?”
“You know me.”
“Yes, I’m afraid I do.” A selfish arrogant prick if there ever was one. I tried to sound sympathetic. “Hayden is not the only boy that will come into your life—”
Daniel interrupted me again. “He’s the only one that I want.”
I rolled my eyes. I’d heard that before. “Didn’t you say that about one of the new lawyers at my firm? If I remember it was just last month. How did that go? Not well, and I lost a good lawyer after you had your way with him. You fucked up his mind to the point I had to release him from his contract with my firm.”
“Can’t we forget that minor occurrence? I took up his cases,” Daniel grumbled as he fiddled with an errant stray curl on his otherwise-perfect hair.
“If that’s not a good example, Daniel, I have plenty more.”
He raised his hand, closed his eyes and tightened his jaw. “I got the message, Luca.” He didn’t want to hear anymore and I couldn’t say I blamed him.
“Why don’t you tell that boy that you’re crazy about him? It’s obvious to me and to Sidney. I’d say Sidney deserves to know how you feel. After all, he’s your partner of sorts. I’m sure Sidney’s been neglected enough by you.”
Daniel glared at me with his sad wide eyes and bit the nail on his thumb. “Sidney fucked him. Hayden let Sidney break him in. I wanted to be the one. I brought Hayden home after taking him to Leather Bound to show him what I expected of him. I gave him a room, but I didn’t want to fuck him until I’d prepared him, but Sidney got to him before I did. He did that on purpose,” Daniel whined. “Now Hayden follows Sidney around and does whatever he wants.”
“But aren’t you and Sidney partners?”
“I thought so, but they’re acting as if I don’t exist. Hayden said that he wouldn’t be a part of a threesome and it seems that Sidney is taken with him. Now neither one will have anything to do with me.”
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that, because I knew how it felt to be neglected and not wanted. But now I had Ethan and I was wanted and needed—at least I liked to believe that.
Placing my hand on Daniel’s shoulder, I advised, “Go home, Daniel, you don’t have a problem. You have what both of those boys need and want. Act like it. You’re the Master. You’re the one in control of that situation. Both men are crazy about you. You just have to convince them that you’re what makes the relationship work. You need to get in there and show Hayden who you are. He’s a bottom and so is Sidney. I don’t want to tell you your job, but your job is to make both of them happy by fucking them, spanking their asses when they disobey you. Since you want the complicated life of two men, you need to figure out how to create an environment where you can all fuck and live together.”
“And how’s that working out for you with Ethan? You seem a little short and impatient lately.”
I glanced over at Daniel who appeared to be satisfied with what I’d said, and after he’d drained me of the rest of my energy, he appeared happy and ready to be on his way.
That was how Daniel Moser had been since I’d known him, more show than reality. He’d always put on a confident face, but deep down when things didn’t go the way he wanted, he’d appear dejected and cried on my shoulder. I wondered what he would do if he didn’t have a friend like me.
“Daniel, I have to get some rest.”
“Where’s Ethan? I thought he’d be moving in by now.”
“Ethan is still a bit skittish. I didn’t want to demand that he move in with me before we were married.”
“I see, an old-fashioned guy,” Daniel said with a smile as he rose from the sofa and headed for the door. “Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you, the Christmas party is going great. My staff made all the plans and sent out invites to a few opposing law firms. Great way to socialize and get some of the guys and gals drunk and talking. You can thank me later, and give me extra in my Christmas bonus.”
“Your bonus is already more than the others, and you do less work.”
“That’s because I know how to work smarter and not harder. And I provide a much-needed service for your clients. I wish I could get your law partner into Leather Bound. Oh well, you win some and lose some.”
“Just don’t lose Hayden, because I don’t want your ass over here crying into your drink taking up my time.” Daniel stepped out happier than when he came in. I closed the door, and resumed drinking alone and fantasizing about fucking Ethan a he lay over my motorcycle.
Chapter 3
Ethan
“Did you want to see me, Mr. Clausen?” I peeped into his office after his secretary left, having collected a client’s deposition because there was trial soon. I could have sent the PDF to her by attachment, but she loved strutting into my office, leaning over my desk, and showing me her breasts after informing me that Bill expected me within fifteen minutes. She had only ten minutes to spare, and did I need her for anything.
Fuck no, unless she had a dick the size of Lou’s, could suck cock, and perform miracles.
She listened to watercooler gossip like everyone else, and she had known from the time I joined Clausen’s firm that I was gay, but like clockwork she managed to come in and try to tempt me every chance she got. I wanted to scream for her to leave me alone, because I had things on my mind—like trying to get through this year without being fired and getting a bad review from Wild Bill.
“Call me Bill. You’ve been here long enough to call me Bill.”
“What will the other lawyers think?”
“Do I look like I give a fuck?” He was sitting with his feet on his desk, his computer on speaker where I could hear the moans and groans of men. From where I was standing it sounded like a porn site and someone was being fucked, and I was beginning to believe that it would be me very soon. “Have a seat, Ethan.”
I plopped down in the seat in the front of his desk and he moved the computer screen around where I could see. I turned my head away and looked out at the scenery. When Wild Bill spotted me glance away, and that I wasn’t interested, he hit the sound button to mute.
“I know you’re wondering why a man like me has to resort to watching porn.”
I really didn’t give a fuck, but since he’d raised the question, the thought did pass through my mind, if only for a few seconds.
“No sir. That’s none of my business.”
“It so happens that one of the men in that video is a client, and he’s in this contract and wants to be out of it. I don’t discriminate with my clients as you well know. If they have the money I accept the
m. Very few law firms of my standards will take on a client like that, but not me. They don’t call me Wild Bill for nothing. And that’s why I wanted to talk to you. I want you to go to Los Angeles and interview one of the men in this video. If you think we can represent him—I trust your judgement—then I will take him on and you will represent him. It means lots of money to you and my firm.”
“He has that kind of money?” I questioned.
“The guy you saw taking it up his ass is rich. His Daddy left him the studio, and instead of him retiring, he says he loves his work. The problem is he signed a contract with another company when he was a starving artist, as he likes to say, and before he’d met his Daddy. When I spoke with him, he confided in me that he couldn’t run his empire, and work for another studio as a bottom for the next ten years. He needs to get out from under that contract.”
There was a long silence and Wild Bill’s eyes never left mine.
“What do you say? Are you going to accept an offer of a lifetime?”
“I have to speak to my fiancé first.”
“You don’t work for Luca Summer anymore. This is your career, not Luca’s. It helps if you earn some money for yourself before marrying a man like that. Suppose for some reason it doesn’t work out between you and him? He’s secure in his life, what about you?”
I didn’t need Bill planting thoughts into my mind, causing me to second guess my life, especially since I’d made up my mind that it was only Lou for me. Life was coming at me too fast. Luca wanted to marry me after only knowing me for one month. I’d agreed. I didn’t have to go along with that, but I would. Now it was my chance to make a decision without Luca.
“I’ll go to Los Angeles and meet with him.”
“How soon can you be ready? Can you be ready in an hour?”
“That soon?” I questioned and grimaced.
“My limo will take you to my private jet.” Just like that and I had agreed to something that quickly and without Luca’s permission. I’d almost forgotten about letting Luca know if I had plans to leave town. After all, we’d discussed that very thing—especially since I’d agreed to marry him—and we would talk things through beforehand if it concerned the both of us.
