Page 8 of The Ties That Bind

I didn’t bother reminding him that we weren’t Italian. It would have only set off another rant I didn’t want to endure. “You were saying?” I asked instead.

It wasn’t that I minded shooting the shit with friends about the women I’d fucked, or the crazy conquests I’d made, but Jayce only ever tried to connect with me on this level. It was like the only way he could speak to people outside the board room was to either boss them around or act like a complete and utter douche. Like he’d once seen a movie where this was how men bonded and he’d taken it as his gold standard model for normal male behavior.

Seemingly pacified for the moment, he answered, “I was saying, that Jolene, or whatever the fuck that slut’s name is, likes to get pounded by two men at once.”

Shit. I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know where this was going. “And let me guess, she has a hankering for brothers?”

“Not just brothers, asshole. She can find brothers to bang her anywhere. Twins. She wants to fuck you and me at the same time. You can have her cunt, but I’m tearing that bitch a new asshole.”

He said it as if it was a foregone conclusion. As if DP was something we did all the goddamn time. As if I would blithely go along with it. Okay, fine. We’d fucked a girl together once but that had been a very long time ago and we’d both been very, very high. Although, technically speaking, I’d fucked her while she had sucked him off, but I was sure it was worth splitting hairs about. The reality was in one way or another, we’d been inside the same girl at the same time and for weeks afterward Jayce talked about that night like it’d been some transcendent, tantric mind fuck, but I’d just found the whole thing unsettling. I never wanted to repeat the experience and I’d told him so. Many, many times in fact.

“No thank you,” I answered dryly before adding, “As much as I love pussy, I told you before that was a one-time deal. We were just kids.”

“We haven’t been kids since we were fifteen and you know it.”

That much I agreed with. At least something he’d said during this conversation wasn’t bullshit.

“Okay, fine. We were young and stupid. Is that better?”

“I don’t know what your problem is Xander. You not man enough?” he taunted, his voice challenging.

I didn’t have to prove myself to Jayce. At least, not about this. He might rule my life in every other way, but what I did with my dick was my own damn business and there was no way in hell I was getting anywhere near him with it.

“I have to go,” I sighed.

“Fine,” came his reply after a few beats. Then, “Ten days, Xander. And if you don’t deliver, we’re doing things my way. And you won’t like my way.”

No, I had no doubt about that. Then again, I’d probably be dead so what I liked or didn’t like wouldn’t really matter.

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