Page 15 of Ready to Cash Out

He could do that.

Trev knew exactly how to make a man happy.

He didn’t want to appear too eager and rouse Jupiter’s suspicions, so he asked, “Just a swab? That’s it?”

“That’s it,” Jupiter said.

“Well, it won’t be the worst thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.” Trev crawled up on the bed, well aware of what a vision he was as he slinked over to be within Jupiter’s reach. Even Sal and Emil were staring at him, but he made sure to keep his focus on Jupiter.

“Open.” Jupiter tapped Trev’s chin.

Trev opened his mouth, and he made sure to flutter his lashes as Jupiter slid the swab in. He wanted it to be a mockery of a blowjob, and he was pleased when Jupiter’s lips twitched up in a smile.

“Good boy,” Jupiter praised, tucking the swab back into the packet. He handed it to Emil. “Here.”

“I’m not touching that.” Emil scoffed. “I don’t answer to you?—”

“But you answer to me,” Sal snapped, cuffing the side of Emil’s head. “Go on, Emiliano. Run that shit over and put a rush on it. We need the results back yesterday.”

Emil scowled as he snatched the swab from Jupiter. “Fine. Whatever.”

Sal snorted, watching Emil leave. Once the door shut, he turned his attention to Jupiter. “You wanna keep an eye on our little friend here?”

“I’d be happy to,” Jupiter replied. “I’ll make sure he’s very comfortable.”

“I’ll let you know when we’re ready to move. Just got a few more things to settle. You got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hang tight.” Sal gave a quick nod and then left.

Two down, one to go.

Trev stretched out on his back and spread his legs as if he was trying to get comfortable. He didn’t miss how Jupiter eyed him, but he remained casual as he said, “So. What now?”

“We wait, baby doll.”

“For how long?”

“For as long as it takes.”

“And then what?”

“You wait some more.”

Trev huffed. “So, what?—”

“Quiet now,” Jupiter warned.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” Trev tucked his arms behind his head. “That whole yes, sir crap only applied when we were going to have some fun. Now you’re my kidnapper, and forgive me if I don’t feel as inclined to obey you.”

“You’d think you’d be more inclined.”

Trev popped his tongue. “Yeah, no. I’m good. This is bullshit. You’re holding me hostage, you’re not going to fuck me, you’re?—”

“Who said I’m not going to fuck you?” Jupiter’s eyes glittered with mischief. “We do have some time to kill.”

Trev ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and his stomach fluttered. He knew it was dangerous to poke at a gangster like Jupiter. The chances of getting laid were certainly as high as being whacked, but this was the only hand he had to play.

---