I cleared my throat.“I’m impressed, Bug. I think I want everything you’vejustdescribed. Can you do it?”
His brows almost disappeared into his hairline.“Eventhe fish and the TV?”
“Maybe not the fish, but I could live with the TV.”
He stared at me, suspicion written over his face.“You don’t watch TV.”
“Well, maybe I want to start. I quite like the idea of theHistory Channel.And you never know, maybe I’llevenstart watching sports.”Amusement danced over his face, and it occurred to methathe thought I was joking.“How long do you think it would take?”
He gazed around the room, a crease forming on his face as if he was figuring out how long it would take to create every single element he’d described.“If I started today, it would be done by the New Year. But I’d need to get someone in to do the carpet and change the windows to the doors, so it would depend on their availability. I know a couple of guys who owe me favors, though, so I can see when they are free. But I won’t lie, Ben, this won’t be cheap. Not if you want it to look good.”
Striding to the table where I’d left my wallet after paying the pizza delivery guy last night, I grabbed it and pulled out my credit card, handing it to Tristan.“Here. Whatever it costs, it’s covered.”
His eyes bugged out of his head as he took the card.“You serious?”
“Yeah. And while we’re discussing costs, how much will you charge for your labor?”
He shifted awkwardly.“I wouldn’t charge-”
“Yes, you will, I’m paying you for this. And while we’re on the topic, I’m reimbursing you for what you’ve already paid out to decorate this place.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Bug, we could do this all day,”I said, scrubbing a hand down my face.“You’ve done enough around here-”
“And you’re letting me stay for a few days. We’reeven.”
I took a step, closing the distance between us, and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck.“Don’t argue with me, Bug. I’m paying you, and that’s final.”
A devious glint flickered in his eye.“What happens if I do argue?”
My cock twitched at the insinuation in his tone. Moving so my lips brushed against his when I spoke, I whispered,“Try me and find out.”
His breath caught as his hands landed on my hips.“I’m not letting you pay me.”
It transpiredthatTristan wasn’tverygood at orgasm denial. I toyed with his cock using my hand and mouth, bringing him close to finding his release, only to stop and make him wait until he’d calmed down.
He was soon begging me to make him come, and I agreed as long as he told me what he’d charge per day for his work, and what he’d spent repairing the mess Bella caused. When he eventually caved and gave me a figure, I sucked his cock so damn hard until he came down the back of my throat.
Like an enthusiastic puppy, he scurried off for a shower, keen to make a start on his new project. I stayed in the living room for a few minutes, excited to see the transformationthatwas about to happen, but also hopingthatwhen Tristan was finished with his work at my house, he’d still want to spend time here.
Evenif it wasjustfor the enormous TV and banging surround sound system.
Tristan
At some point in the night, Ben had snuggled up behind me, his arm draped over my waist, and his face nuzzled into the crook of my shoulder. A devilish grin tugged at my lips at feeling his hard cock pressed against my ass.
ItseemedI wasn’t the only one who suffered from morning wood when we were in bed together.
Glancing at my watch, the glow told me it was only 4.45 am, and my grin grew to epic proportions. Ben’s alarm would be going off in fifteen minutes, but I had a better way to wake him than with the shrill tone of his alarm.
