Hot Ticket
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Trey grinned crookedly. “So that’s why I’ve been tasting tequila since I woke up. Was it really necessary to give me tongue?”
Eric laughed. “Hey, I know you like that kind of thing. I thought it might revive you.”
“You gave him tongue?” Jace’s nose curled. He knew Trey was bisexual, and Jace was fine with that, as long as he wasn’t confronted by it. To each man his own—just keep it behind closed doors.
Eric rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and shook his head. “No, I didn’t really give him tongue. Jeez, dude, do you have any sense of humor at all?”
Jace had a hard time figuring out when Eric was being serious and when he was joking. He’d probably do better if he erred on the side of joking. The guy was rarely serious.
“I knew you were joking,” Jace said.
“Whatever.”
“I’m bored. Let’s watch Sed and Jessica’s video again,” Trey said.
Dave peeked in the door. “Eric, are you ready to go?” he whispered loudly.
“Sed and Jess left,” Eric said, waving Dave back into the room. “It’s safe.”
Dave stepped into the room, glancing around cautiously. “Was Sed pissed at us for watching that?”
“Sed?” Trey asked. “Nah, I’m sure he’s proud of it. Jess, on the other hand…”
“She ran out crying,” Jace said. “Sed went after her.”
“If she was upset, then Sed will be upset too,” Dave said.
The four exchanged glances and nodded in unison.
“Fine,” Trey said. “We won’t watch it again.” He sighed loudly.
“A shame really,” Eric muttered. “Excellent jack off material. I just don’t want to upset Jessica. She’s a good woman.”
Jace had never given Jessica much thought. She was gorgeous. No mistake about that, but he didn’t know her well enough to judge her character. There must be something pretty great about her if she could keep Sed interested for two years, even while absent.
“Where have you been all day, Jace?” Dave asked. “We wanted to borrow your bike earlier, but couldn’t find you.”
Jace flushed, thoughts returning to Aggie. “Sorry, I was…”
Trey chuckled. “He was getting laid. Look at him blush.”
Jace’s already hot cheeks burned even more.
Dave nudged him with his elbow. “Good looking chick?”
“Perfect.”
“How much did you pay her?” Eric chided.
Jace was pretty sure his face was about to burst into flames. “Uh… a grand.”
“You paid for it?” Trey asked. “Dude, I can hook you up with any chick you want. Don’t ever pay for pu**y.”
Jace’s defenses rose. “Not the sex. I didn’t pay her for that part.”
“Then what?” Dave asked, looking puzzled.
Jace shook his head. He was unwilling to share this part of himself with the guys. They’d think he was a freak. Eric grabbed him in a headlock and pulled the back of his shirt up. Dave gasped as he took in what must have been a matrix of bruises, welts, and scratches.
Eric poked a bruise with one finger. “Just as I thought. Dude, if you want someone to hit you, just ask. I’d love to knock you around.”
Trey laughed. “Careful. You’ll give him a boner, Eric.”
Jace’s hard fist to Eric’s ribs gained his release.
“Ow, f**k, you hit hard.” Eric grabbed his side, wincing in pain.
Jace felt immediate remorse for hurting him. “Sorry.”
“So you paid some guy to beat you up?” Dave asked, perplexity written in every confused line of his face.
Trey burst out laughing. “Uh no, Dave. Hanging around us, you’d think you’d come out of the shelter of your vanilla existence every now and then. He likes women to hit him.”
Jace’s eyes widened, and he diverted his gaze to his boots. “I need to leave.”
“Don’t leave. Tell us what she did to you,” Trey insisted. “It might alleviate my boredom for a couple minutes.”
“Did she piss on you?” Dave asked. He shifted to his other foot and adjusted the fly of his khakis.
“No, she didn’t piss on me.”
“But you want her to piss on you, don’t you, Dave?” Trey said.
“Em, no,” Dave said. “That’s sick.” He adjusted his fly again.
“You’re all hard just thinking about it,” Trey noted. “She’ll probably piss on you for a couple bucks. What do you say, Jace? Give her a call. Ask her if she’ll piss on Dave. I’ll spot him a twenty.”
“Don’t,” Dave said, flushing from the collar of his mint green polo to the line of his immaculately styled, light brown hair.
Jace scowled. He didn’t know if Aggie pissed on guys for money, and he didn’t want to know. Talking about this cheapened his experiences with her. He didn’t like it. She treated him different from the rest of her customers. She’d already told him that. Part of him wanted to believe it.
“I don’t think she does that kind of thing.”
“Puh-lease. A chick like her will do anything for money,” Eric said.
“No. She’s not like that.” Why did he feel the need to defend her? She did serve men for money. But it was on her terms. Wasn’t it? “I’ve got to go.”
Jace left, but he vowed he wouldn’t go to see Aggie again tonight, even though he had an appointment with her in five hours and thirty-seven minutes. He could not allow himself to get any more attached.
Chapter 10
Jace stood on Aggie’s stoop, one index finger on her door buzzer, the other aimed at his temple as a mock pistol barrel. What was he doing here? He’d promised himself he wouldn’t come.
The door opened to the annoyed scowl of a cranky redhead. “Aggie!” Aggie’s mother turned and screamed into the house. “Another one of your freaks is here!”
This woman really knew how to make Jace’s balls wither to the size of raisins. Aggie emerged from behind the door. She didn’t say a word, but the look she gave him—like he was the vilest piece of shit on the planet—had those raisins back to full size in an instant. She opened the door wider and turned, stalking toward the sanctum, her full hips rocking side to side with each step.
Panting, Jace followed.
“Close the f**king door, Maynard! You’re letting out the AC,” Aggie’s mother yelled. How had that woman given birth to the luscious, sensual creature that was Aggie?
Eric laughed. “Hey, I know you like that kind of thing. I thought it might revive you.”
“You gave him tongue?” Jace’s nose curled. He knew Trey was bisexual, and Jace was fine with that, as long as he wasn’t confronted by it. To each man his own—just keep it behind closed doors.
Eric rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and shook his head. “No, I didn’t really give him tongue. Jeez, dude, do you have any sense of humor at all?”
Jace had a hard time figuring out when Eric was being serious and when he was joking. He’d probably do better if he erred on the side of joking. The guy was rarely serious.
“I knew you were joking,” Jace said.
“Whatever.”
“I’m bored. Let’s watch Sed and Jessica’s video again,” Trey said.
Dave peeked in the door. “Eric, are you ready to go?” he whispered loudly.
“Sed and Jess left,” Eric said, waving Dave back into the room. “It’s safe.”
Dave stepped into the room, glancing around cautiously. “Was Sed pissed at us for watching that?”
“Sed?” Trey asked. “Nah, I’m sure he’s proud of it. Jess, on the other hand…”
“She ran out crying,” Jace said. “Sed went after her.”
“If she was upset, then Sed will be upset too,” Dave said.
The four exchanged glances and nodded in unison.
“Fine,” Trey said. “We won’t watch it again.” He sighed loudly.
“A shame really,” Eric muttered. “Excellent jack off material. I just don’t want to upset Jessica. She’s a good woman.”
Jace had never given Jessica much thought. She was gorgeous. No mistake about that, but he didn’t know her well enough to judge her character. There must be something pretty great about her if she could keep Sed interested for two years, even while absent.
“Where have you been all day, Jace?” Dave asked. “We wanted to borrow your bike earlier, but couldn’t find you.”
Jace flushed, thoughts returning to Aggie. “Sorry, I was…”
Trey chuckled. “He was getting laid. Look at him blush.”
Jace’s already hot cheeks burned even more.
Dave nudged him with his elbow. “Good looking chick?”
“Perfect.”
“How much did you pay her?” Eric chided.
Jace was pretty sure his face was about to burst into flames. “Uh… a grand.”
“You paid for it?” Trey asked. “Dude, I can hook you up with any chick you want. Don’t ever pay for pu**y.”
Jace’s defenses rose. “Not the sex. I didn’t pay her for that part.”
“Then what?” Dave asked, looking puzzled.
Jace shook his head. He was unwilling to share this part of himself with the guys. They’d think he was a freak. Eric grabbed him in a headlock and pulled the back of his shirt up. Dave gasped as he took in what must have been a matrix of bruises, welts, and scratches.
Eric poked a bruise with one finger. “Just as I thought. Dude, if you want someone to hit you, just ask. I’d love to knock you around.”
Trey laughed. “Careful. You’ll give him a boner, Eric.”
Jace’s hard fist to Eric’s ribs gained his release.
“Ow, f**k, you hit hard.” Eric grabbed his side, wincing in pain.
Jace felt immediate remorse for hurting him. “Sorry.”
“So you paid some guy to beat you up?” Dave asked, perplexity written in every confused line of his face.
Trey burst out laughing. “Uh no, Dave. Hanging around us, you’d think you’d come out of the shelter of your vanilla existence every now and then. He likes women to hit him.”
Jace’s eyes widened, and he diverted his gaze to his boots. “I need to leave.”
“Don’t leave. Tell us what she did to you,” Trey insisted. “It might alleviate my boredom for a couple minutes.”
“Did she piss on you?” Dave asked. He shifted to his other foot and adjusted the fly of his khakis.
“No, she didn’t piss on me.”
“But you want her to piss on you, don’t you, Dave?” Trey said.
“Em, no,” Dave said. “That’s sick.” He adjusted his fly again.
“You’re all hard just thinking about it,” Trey noted. “She’ll probably piss on you for a couple bucks. What do you say, Jace? Give her a call. Ask her if she’ll piss on Dave. I’ll spot him a twenty.”
“Don’t,” Dave said, flushing from the collar of his mint green polo to the line of his immaculately styled, light brown hair.
Jace scowled. He didn’t know if Aggie pissed on guys for money, and he didn’t want to know. Talking about this cheapened his experiences with her. He didn’t like it. She treated him different from the rest of her customers. She’d already told him that. Part of him wanted to believe it.
“I don’t think she does that kind of thing.”
“Puh-lease. A chick like her will do anything for money,” Eric said.
“No. She’s not like that.” Why did he feel the need to defend her? She did serve men for money. But it was on her terms. Wasn’t it? “I’ve got to go.”
Jace left, but he vowed he wouldn’t go to see Aggie again tonight, even though he had an appointment with her in five hours and thirty-seven minutes. He could not allow himself to get any more attached.
Chapter 10
Jace stood on Aggie’s stoop, one index finger on her door buzzer, the other aimed at his temple as a mock pistol barrel. What was he doing here? He’d promised himself he wouldn’t come.
The door opened to the annoyed scowl of a cranky redhead. “Aggie!” Aggie’s mother turned and screamed into the house. “Another one of your freaks is here!”
This woman really knew how to make Jace’s balls wither to the size of raisins. Aggie emerged from behind the door. She didn’t say a word, but the look she gave him—like he was the vilest piece of shit on the planet—had those raisins back to full size in an instant. She opened the door wider and turned, stalking toward the sanctum, her full hips rocking side to side with each step.
Panting, Jace followed.
“Close the f**king door, Maynard! You’re letting out the AC,” Aggie’s mother yelled. How had that woman given birth to the luscious, sensual creature that was Aggie?
