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Jesse swore, freed his wrist and reached back to hold Tyler in him until his own orgasm finally spilled out.
He released Tyler, who staggered back, panting and swearing. Jesse straightened, rubbing the red marks where his hips had been rammed into the counter and pulled his jeans up with a sigh.
Tyler’s face was ruddy and slack with release. Sweat beaded his forehead. His grin was wide as he picked up his shirt.
“That was awesome.”
Jesse fastened his fly without replying.
“So, look…” Tyler said as he buckled his belt. “I kinda left my mate in the middle of his stag do. I’m the best man, you know.”
“Door’s that way, mate,” Jesse said, nodding to the exit and began hunting through the cupboards for something to eat. There was a moment of shocked silence then the front door slammed. Jesse suppressed a familiar flare of guilt, retrieved a dry crust of bread from the cupboard, spread on the last of his margarine and took a bite before moving through to the bedroom.
The glow of the half-dozen computer screens bathed the small room in an eerie green light. He sat at the desk and plugged his phone in to charge while doing a check of his encrypted email and message accounts.
He swallowed the last of the bread as he binned the emails, most of which were trying to sell him Viagra and none of which was an offer of work and leaned back in the chair, rubbing his face.
His phone turned back on and buzzed. A message from Trixy.
You coming or what?
Jesse sighed. He was tired and sore—and not in a good way. But he was also still hungry and had spent his last fiver on that Dark and Stormy at the Evil Eye that he hadn’t even finished.
On my way.
He sent the message, showered off the scent of Tyler’s floral aftershave and left the flat.
* * * *
“Still walking straight I see,” Trixy said as she led him along her purple-painted hall. “Another bust, then?”
“Got anything to drink?”
Trixy went to a cupboard in her tiny kitchen unit and retrieved a bottle of tequila and two glasses. “Perhaps you should try dating a nice guy…just for the sake of variety.”
“Glen was nice,” Jesse muttered. “Look how that turned out.”
“Glen was boring. There’s a difference. Hungry?” she said, throwing a packet of crisps at him.
Jesse ripped them open and began shoving them into his mouth, accepted a glass and sprawled on the cushion-strewn sofa.
“Thought as much,” she said, dragging over the desk chair from her recording booth and sitting. “Just so you know, you look like shit, Jesse.”
“Thanks, Trix. That’s really helping.”
“Something going on with you?”
Jesse downed the tequila and grimaced. “Just had a day.”
Trixy smiled. “So, how would a grand turn things around?”
Jesse paused with the last handful of crisps halfway to his mouth. “A grand?”
Trixy nodded.
“For what?” he asked, not liking the glint in her eye.
Her dark-painted mouth twisted in a feral grin as she handed over a tablet. “I’ve got an idea…a groundbreaking idea. But I need your help.”
