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“Did they find you…your friends that you abandoned?”
“Fuck me,” he says, taking a swig of his beer and standing up. “I’ll tell them to go away.”
And he does, but the three of them just barrel inside, pushing past him, looking just as big and beefy as him. All are atrociously handsome.
It really is unfair. I’m pretty sure all of these men are straight. I couldnotget that lucky.
“Ah, fuck, is this who you ditched us for?” A big guy says. He has a shaved head and a beard growing down to his collarbone. It’s disgustingly sexy. I have a thing for men with hair. I bet his chest is just as manly.
“Yeah,” Tomas says, meeting my stare and shrugging. I can see an apology there, but really, he has nothing to be sorry for. As long as they’re kind, I can hang with anyone.
“I’m Damon,” I say, standing up and holding out my hand to the big one. He wraps his hand around mine and shakes roughly, causing me to wince slightly.
“Careful, Max,” Tomas warns and Max shrugs, pulling his hand back and putting it in his pocket.
“Holy shit. Damon…theDamon,” a skinnier one says. He is the shortest of all of them with messy hair and grease-stained clothes.
All of the guys look at him and he flushes from head to toe…or at least that’s what I think he’s doing. He could be internally combusting. Who knows?
“Shit,” he mutters and then runs a hand down his face. “Forget I said anything.”
“Impossible,” I say and then move up toward him, extending a hand and letting his rough one slip into mine. “What’s your name?”
“Trenton.”
I smile at him, and he blushes even deeper. In the background I can hear the other guys whispering, wondering what’s going on. And I’m not one-hundred-percent sure, but I’m pretty sure he subscribes to my site and has watched me fuck. Maybe he’s even one of the guys who pays for private shows. Who fucking knows at this point?
But the way his eyes slide down my torso tells me he’s definitely seen my dick and my ass.
“I’m a bit well-known online. Seems Trenton here recognizes me.”
Tomas’s questioning eyes meet mine, and I smile at him. Oh, bless his soul. He has no idea what I do for a living, I can guarantee you that. Or maybe he does and is playing the fool. Only time will tell.
I move my eyes from Tomas and they slide over to the last guy. He’s quieter, in all black, his jeans cuffed, his shirt plastered to his big chest. His hair is in a pompadour and I wonder if he’s part of that scene.
Not sure, but I’m so very curious about all of these big, manly men and how they fit into Tomas’s life. Were they high school friends? College roommates? I don’t fucking know, but I am dying to.
“Well-known doing what? Have I seen anything you’re in?” Mr. Pompadour asks.
“Probably not,” I say and then ask. “And your name?”
“Jordan.”
“Ah, well, boys, there is plenty of pizza in the kitchen and some beer in the fridge. We were just in the middle of a movie, but feel free to stay and hang out.”
They all filter into the kitchen, Trenton staying back.
“Hey, thanks…for not outing me. Fuck, but I just got a little flustered. I’m a huge fan of your work.” Telling his friends what he likes would have been a shitty thing to do, and that’s not what I’m about. I like to keep secrets, and I have quite a few that I’ve kept for so many years. I am a sealed vault.
I just wink at him. “Thanks, love. Secret’s safe with me. I wouldn’t be me without your support.”
He flushes again and then brushes past me, stumbling slightly as he moves into the kitchen to grab some grub. And thank god I got so much because in ten minutes, it’s all gone. I swear I saw Max scraping the cheese off the inside of the box too. I was worried he’d start eating the cardboard.
“Well, good thing I ordered extra,” I tell Tomas as the guys all get settled in the living room, sprawled out on the sectional couch and leaving no space for either of us. Well, there is space, but it’s a tiny, little, bitty space that we will have to squeeze into. Not that I’m complaining. I will happily squeeze anywhere with any of them…but especially Tomas.
He just makes my body parts tingle…just a bit.
“Come on. It’s not a big deal,” he says, and so we sit down, thigh pressed against thigh as we turn the movie back on.
