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“Good.”
I walked over toward the pool, letting my naked body enter the frame.
“Jesus Christ,” I heard Nathan say on the phone as he saw me naked, walking in front of the pool.
“Told you it’s the private stream,” I said, my cock hanging between my thighs. I turned and jumped into the pool, cooling down after standing in the heat.
When I came back up, I leaned at the side of the pool, looking up at my phone camera.
“Feeling refreshed now?” Nathan asked.
“More refreshed than you could imagine,” I said.
“No off button,” Nathan said, clicking his tongue. “You have absolutely no off button.”
“The bacon and eggs were really fucking good, by the way,” I called out as I pushed up and out of the pool, water glistening as it fell down my body. “Thank you for that.”
“No problem, bud.”
“Bud?” I protested, raising my voice an octave. “You can’t call mebud.”
“Like hell I can’t,” he said, smiling. “You call me stupid shit all of the time.”
I reached for a towel, wrapping it around my waist. “I have bro privileges.”
“Oh, thank God, you’re finally putting a towel on,” Nathan said.
I rolled my eyes. “You loved the show.”
He sighed, shifting a little on camera. “I did,” he finally admitted, his voice low.
“Go mow your lawn,” I told him, leaning in close to the camera again. “Thanks for picking up, Nathan.”
He gave me a little salute on camera. “Never change, Kace.”
We hung up and I bit back a smile, looking down at my phone again, glancing over the texts I’d shared with Nathan. It was way too fun to fuck with him.
My TV crew showed up soon after. And then an hour later, more and more of my friends started showing up, ready to party. I had planned on having some people over tonight, but it quickly became a full-blown party, as usual.
By the time the sun had gone down, my house was a rager again. Football friends and college friends rolled in, and I took my hosting duties seriously, making sure everyone was having a good time.
I had just taken a dip with some girls in my hot tub and was toweling off when I felt a hand on the back of my shoulder.
“Kacey baby,” a voice purred, and I turned to see Mark, a guy I’d been intermittently hooking up with for a few months.
“Mark,” I said, giving him a pat on his shoulder. “You been hittin’ the sauce?”
“I’ve been hitting double sauce,” he said. “I’ve always liked how weed and vodka martinis mix.”
Mark’s eyelids were heavy from the alcohol, and his ice-blond hair was shaggy.
“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” I said, giving him a polite smile. “I need to go check the bar and restock, actually.”
“I’ll come with you,” Mark said eagerly, following me to the indoor bar at the side of my kitchen. The TV crew had been weaving around my backyard and the party all night, and they turned to focus on me and Mark as we walked inside.
Mark lingered as I replenished some of the bottles, watching me like I was an animal in a zoo. “Saw your livestream earlier today,” he told me. “Got off to it.”
I nodded. “Glad I could be of service.”
