Page 44 of The Senator

I walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to Spencer, taking his hand in mine before I kissed his soft lips. “You okay? How about a soak?”

Spencer smirked at me, “Wait till it’s my turn, baby. I’ll take care of you, I swear.” Oh, I couldn’t wait for that thick cock.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get you comfortable.” I pulled him from the bed and led him into the bathroom where the huge tub was filling.

I helped him into the hot water and took a seat behind him, pulling the sexy man to sit in front of me. I squirted some body wash under the faucet and watched as the tub filled with bubbles.

Spence chuckled before settling back and relaxing against my chest. I caressed his pecs, pinching his nipples as the tub filled before I turned off the water. “Did you see Senator Turner with his date?” I gently caressed Spence’s chest, feeling him relax into me.

“Uh, yeah! I think everyone in that room saw him making a total fool of himself. Lucky for her, she won’t have to fuck him because as drunk as he was, he’d never get it up.” Spencer’s deep chuckle reverberated through his body into mine.

“I hope she asked for the money up front.” I gently massaged Spence’s neck and shoulders. His body tensed when I joked about the money, and I knew we had to discuss my past, though I had hoped we could skip that part.

Spence seemed to be unsure of what to say, so I took the plunge. “Ask. I know what you’re thinking, so just ask.”

“Do you, uh, do you miss it?”

“Fucking for money? Hell no. Just to clear the air, I didn’t do it very often, and I always wore a condom. I didn’t let anyone fuck me. Too intimate.” It was the god’s honest truth, and when I felt Spencer trying to sit up, I released him and watched as he turned to study me.

Spencer rested against the other end of the huge tub, contemplating what I’d said. Finally, he reached out and touched my hand where it was resting on the side of the tub. “I don’t mind bottoming…”

I squeezed his hand and slid closer to him, turning around and leaning against him. I looked over my shoulder to see the worry on his handsome face. “For you, I’ll bottom all the time, Spencer. I like the idea we’re both vers, and I think we’re very compatible in bed. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ve been getting tested every three months, and all my tests come back negative for STI’s or HIV. I’d never put you in danger,” I answered honestly.

Spencer leaned forward and kissed my lips before resting his hands on my shoulders. “Was it hard to do?”

I glanced at him for clarification. “Sleeping with people for money?”

“Yeah. I mean, we don’t have to talk about this if you’d rather not.”

I offered a humorless laugh. “When I was younger, I slept with people for a lot less, but at times, it wasn’t easy. Like, when I was with some of the older women, they wanted to pretend it was romantic because that’s what they’d missed in their lives, and I played along. I felt awful for them that they had to resort to paying for a companion, but loneliness is like poison—it’ll devour you and kill you before you know what’s going on. You’ll take any antidote you can find to keep it at bay. I guess, I was the antidote sometimes.”

Spencer nodded and kissed the back of my head, showing me love I’d craved my whole life. I’d had people who’d cared for me—my friend, Clinton Barr, came to mind.

Clint and I had become best friends because we didn’t have anyone else to give a damn about us. I’d later come to learn it wasn’t a weakness to want someone in my life—it was an instinct. People weren’t meant to be alone.

Spencer asked a couple more questions, but when we got out of the tub, I felt he was satisfied with the answers I’d given him. We got into the large bed, and I was prepared to give myself to him, but before I could suggest it, he was asleep, wrapped around me. I must have followed him not too long later, and I slept like the dead.

We arrived at the house in Great Falls on Wednesday morning, having enjoyed a late room service breakfast and mutual blow jobs before checking out of the fancy hotel. I’d been paid cash for bartending the previous night, so I paid for our taxi against Spencer’s wishes, but I was no freeloader. I always paid my own way.

Spencer let us in through the front door, immediately bellowing, “Vani!” I couldn’t hold the laugh. He was a creature of habit.

“Hang on!” she called back from somewhere upstairs. Spence took my duffel and placed it at the bottom of the stairs, along with his own bag, and I followed him into the kitchen. He walked over to the one-cup coffee maker, flipping it on.

“I’m gonna have some coffee. You want a cup?” Spence went to the fridge and grabbed the creamer I loved.

“Sure. I’ll make them. Why don’t you go look for Vani?” I went to the sink to wash my hands. Spence kissed my lips as we passed by each other, and it made my heart skip a beat. It was like we’d been doing it for years.

It seemed so easy, being with Spencer. How had that happened to me?

I made myself a cup of coffee and set up the machine for Spencer’s cup as I heard footsteps on the stairs outside the kitchen. “…and I’m fine in the spare room. If you and Nash aren’t ready to share yet, one of you can sleep in Jay’s room.”

I looked up to see Vani was dressed in a woman’s suit, navy with a cream-colored blouse. “I was bored, okay? I didn’t want to go do anything last night, so I switched the rooms. It’s no big deal, Spencer, and it motivated me to pack some of my stuff. Look, I’m going to New York for an overnight. I need to meet with my new boss, and I want to find an apartment.”

I studied Spencer, quickly judging he didn’t like what he was hearing. I walked to the counter and started the cup of coffee for him, staying out of it as best I could.

“I said I’d go with you!” Spencer’s tone was more aggressive than I believed necessary. I could see immediately it didn’t set well with Vani.

She walked to where I was pretending to ignore them, touching my shoulder. “Hi, Nash. You’re rational, so I’ll talk to you. I have a car coming to get me in an hour to take me to Dulles where I’ll be taking a shuttle flight up to JFK, and I’ll be spending the night at The Roosevelt in Midtown. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. I’ve moved Spencer’s things into the master, and I’ve unpacked your things in there as well. I’ve taken his old room for now, and that way, Jay can have his room when he gets home for the holiday break. If you two aren’t at the place to share yet, Spence can take the pullout in the den.

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