Page 3 of Five Days

“Been too long.” He spun before I could take his mouth, bending over the end of the bed, juicy ass on display. “Fuck me clear into tomorrow morning, Zack. Give me all you’ve got.”

“Goddamn.” I palmed both cheeks, jiggling them. “Fuck.” A quick swat, and I fished a condom and lube from my pocket before kicking my shoes and jeans off. “Want me to eat your ass or get straight to the fucking?” I asked, rolling the rubber over my aching length.

“Just shove it in, Zack. Wreck my hole, then I wanna switch and fill you the fuck up.”

Growling my appreciation of his perfect plans for the evening, I quickly prepped him with one then two fingers.

“Hurry,” he demanded through clenched teeth, shoulders bunched, hands gripping the sheets.

“So impatient.”

“Fuck yeah, I am. Give it to—” The words ripped from his throat as I thrust deep into his ass, sinking over halfway.

He cursed, rising onto his toes, and I clasped his hips to hold him steady.

“You good?” I checked in.

“Fuck yeah. I like when it hurts.”

I pulled out and stabbed in again, my balls resting against his cheeks. “You took every inch of me, Jamie.”

“Fuck.” He gulped, chest collapsing onto the bed, hands fisting the blankets.

“So sexy.” I slid my hand up his arched spine, worshiping his gorgeous body he’d honed to perfection.

“Fuck me hard,” he begged. “Need to feel you clear into next week when—shit. I can’t even. Don’t hold back, Zack. Please.”

Same as always, I gave the client what he wanted, taking my pleasure then switching places so he could double his.

And obliterating my mind into silence.

Chapter 1

Zack

Seven Months Later

I loved fucking for money, but it’d been months since I’d had a break. The stress had kicked me in the balls when EEMM had almost been taken for two mil, and even though Sean and his brother, along with an ex-client hacker, had fixed the mess, I hadn’t been able to set that shit aside as easily as everyone else.

Add in the fact the senator’s son had somehow gotten my new cell number, and I’d walked a fine line of going feral on people’s asses—and not in a good way—for a couple of weeks.

He texted the same as every time he managed to get in touch with me, asking if we could talk.

I had jack to say to him other than to fuck off, and there was nothing he could spew that would erase the betrayal that had ruined my life. Hadn’t he figured that out after the similar responses I’d sent every time?

He’d fucked our friendship and knifed the love I’d had for him when he’d left me to deal with the fallout of his own goddamned selfishness.

What he’d done was unforgivable.

Period.

Automatic block—again.

But the reminder of my past had laid heavily on my mind, making my need of a little help to get it up almost a constant in the previous couple of months. Except for the two other times I’d met up with Jamie again, I’d been hard-pressed to perform. Something about that boy filled the hole inside me and not just my ass. Had I been willing to put my heart on the line again, trust someone other than myself, it would be for someone like him.

EEMM hadn’t heard a single complaint from my other clients because I did whatever I had to for the sake of getting the job done—and well. With Drake moving in with his stepbrother Preston a few weeks earlier and no longer being on Elite’s menu, I’d become their number one escort. The demand was tiring as fuck.

Easier nights meant merely being eye candy with a ready smile and simple conversation, and while I preferred to withdraw into silence and be on my own, I’d learned how to play a room and bullshit with just about anyone. It helped that people tended to enjoy talking about themselves, and asking questions as though interested in their lives stroked egos and kept them focused on their favorite topic.

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