Page 7 of Ready to Cash Out

There was a scar that ran through his left brow and down onto his cheek. It was deep, jagged, like a lightning bolt zigzagging across his face. There was a splash of silver in his dark scruff where the scar ended, and Trev wanted to trace it with his tongue. The man’s lashes were so lush that it looked like he had mascara on, and his dark eyes moved over Trev’s body, the primal gaze of a predator about to pounce.

Wow.

Trev hoped Mr. Fine was the man he was expected to entertain. He reminded himself he was doing this for six months of rent, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it.

Judging by how Mr. Fine was staring this way, Trev dared to get his hopes up. Even though the view of his cage was obscured by his other admirers, he made sure to focus his performance to keep Mr. Fine’s attention on him.

Mr. Fine turned to the men with him and said something, pointing right at Trev.

The clean-shaven man waved for a bouncer, who then approached to speak with them. There was lots of talking and nodding, and the bouncer gestured to Trev’s cage.

Mr. Fine smiled.

Trev smiled back.

Yes.

The bouncer came over to release Trev from the cage, and Trev accepted his hand to step out onto the floor. Trev wiggled his fingers in farewell to the crowd, who parted to let them through, aware of all their hungry eyes moving over his body. He ignored them.

There was only one man whose attention he was concerned with.

Mr. Fine, the very man the bouncer was leading him to. Trev strutted, making sure to hold his head high and swing his hips. He wanted Mr. Fine to take in every gorgeous inch of him, and he was pleased with how his hard expression cracked as he looked Trev over with clear appreciation.

Damn right.

“You know the rules,” the bouncer told Mr. Fine firmly. “You and your friend get the room, you do your thing, and no rough stuff. Got it?”

“Understood,” Mr. Fine said as he took Trev’s hand. He smirked, laying a kiss across Trev’s knuckles. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

Of course Mr. Fine had a deliciously sexy voice. It was deep and rumbling with heavy bass that Trev couldn’t wait to hear groaning out his name. That little kiss was a nice touch too.

“Come on.” The bouncer led them through the curtained doorway into the hall and to the suite at the end.

Trev was only slightly impressed. After all, he’d entertained here before, and anyone could rent it if they had enough cash. It was a lush bedroom with a king-sized four-poster bed, a plush chaise, two overstuffed sofas, and a fully stocked bar. A cabinet beside the bar held a variety of toys and supplies, and Trev knew from his previous visits that it was restocked with fresh items daily.

The bouncer opened the door for them, ushering them inside with a polite tip of his head. “You gentlemen have a nice night now.”

“Thank you.” Mr. Fine shut the door, and he turned to Trev. He was still holding his hand. “My name is Jupiter Prospero. You will refer to me as sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Trev replied obediently.

He knew the drill.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been with a man who got off on telling him what to do. He knew how to play the willing submissive, and he was actually excited to see what Jupiter was going to do with him. It had been quite some time since he’d been with an aggressive man, and there was something relaxing about falling into a familiar role.

And with any luck, the sex would be worth it.

“What’s your name?” Jupiter asked.

“Whatever my sir would like it to be,” Trev replied with a bat of his eyes.

“Name.” Jupiter tilted his head, regarding Trev as one would a disruptive pet.

All right.

Jupiter didn’t like him playing coy.

Switching gears, Trev decided to give an honest answer. “Trevanion. Trev.”

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