CHAPTER TEN Killjoy
CHAPTER TEN
Killjoy
The image of Danny doing his work in my house had been distracting me all day.
Though I didn’t have a damn clue what it might have looked like, that didn’t stop my brain from going into overdrive and making up shit.
I hadn’t been able to get anything done because I wanted to run up to the house and watch him.
It was super fuckin’ creepy, and I damn well knew it.
It was his job, and I had no damn right thinkin’ I could take advantage of the show just because he was using my house.
Or just because he looked at me with those wide eyes, all full of hope and sweetness.
He was too damn inviting and trusting for his own good.
“Fuck,” I said as my hand slipped and the wrench went clattering to the concrete floor. I looked down and thanked my lucky stars when I saw I hadn’t injured myself. It was stupid to work distracted, but I didn’t know what else to do.
I’d been so close to asking him what exactly he planned on doing.
I was glad I hadn’t, because those images would be fuckin’ haunting me even more than just the idea of what he could be up to.
Only about a dozen times did it cross my mind to try and look him up, to see if I could watch some of his videos, but I shot that down every time.
He was, for lack of a better word, stuck with me. And I may have been a grumpy asshole, but I wasn’t a dick. I wasn’t gonna take advantage of him or the situation.
Not intentionally, anyway.
I checked the time. It was late enough in the afternoon that I wouldn’t feel too bad for callin’ it quits.
Sure, I was my own boss, and I could take as long as I fuckin’ wanted to do shit because I didn’t have anyone breathing down my neck, but I never wanted to take advantage of the people that gave me work.
The club brothers trusted me with their sleds, and they would wait until I had ’em ready.
Besides, no one was gonna do it for as cheap as I was.
It took me too long and also not long enough to clean up.
My stomach rumbled the moment I stepped into the back room of the house.
Damn, I’d been so distracted that I’d forgotten to eat lunch, and it didn’t help that I ran out this morning without even getting a bite of the breakfast I’d cooked.
Yeah, that had been a dumb move, but I couldn’t help it.
At the time, my thoughts were racing with all sorts of things, and I’d been afraid that if I didn’t leave, I would have said or done something dumb.
There definitely wasn’t any rush as I took off my gear. I most certainly didn’t kick off my shoes in haste, not even bothering to stomp the snow off ’em. I was in no kind of hurry as I pushed open the back door to the cabin.
And I could say for certain there wasn’t an ounce of disappointment that ran through me finding Danny sitting on the couch with a laptop in front of him… fully clothed, I might add.
Hey, I was attracted to the guy. There was no denying the chemistry between us, and I had no fuckin’ doubt the sex would be mind-blowing for that reason alone.
Shame I wasn’t gonna get the chance to find out. Not unless he made a move and told me he wanted it. The ball was in his court. Fuck, he controlled the whole game if I was being honest.
I couldn’t imagine his line of work was easy. Being in the industry and dating? Yeah, that had to be a nightmare.
Not that I was thinkin’ about him in a dating sense.
Fucking. That was all I could offer, and it was up to him if he wanted to take it.
Okay, now that I’d made my point to no one but myself, I supposed, it was time to move the fuck on.
“Oh, hey,” Danny said with that bright as fuck smile that lit up the room more than it had any damn right to. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”
He jumped up, nearly knocking his laptop to the ground. He caught it, his face instantly looking relieved. When he carefully set it down on the couch cushion, I bit back the urge to tell him maybe the coffee table was a safer place.
“I mean, not that you can’t be back this early,” he went on, sounding more like he was rambling than anything. “It’s your house, so of course you can…”
He was talking, but my attention was glued to the paused image on his laptop screen.
Well, damn. There wasn’t much to see, on account of it was mostly just a head shot, but what a fuckin’ shot it was.
His eyes were closed, head tilted slightly back, those almost too big front teeth were planted deep into his plump bottom lip like he was tryin’ his damnedest not to call out…
or come. Couldn’t tell which it was, but either way, he looked sexy as fuck.
Irresistible as hell. I couldn’t look away.
I couldn’t talk. I was damn worried I’d swallow my tongue if I so much as twitched.
“You okay…?” His focus wandered off as he tried to figure out what had me all dumbstruck and tongue-tied.
“Oh, sorry! Yeah, I was working on, um, this thing. An ad spot which might help me get more viewers. But you don’t care about that.
” He let out a small, breathy laugh. “I couldn’t tell if it looked good.
I keep thinking I should cut it just before this, but I’m worried it won’t be long enough. ”
“No,” I inserted before he could ramble on any longer.
“No?” he asked, blinking at me, that small smile that seemed to be permanently marked on his face began to slide away until there wasn’t even a hint of it there.
“It doesn’t look good? I mean, I thought it looked okay, but not, like, ‘ew no, I don’t want to buy that dildo if it’s going to make me look like that’ or something. ”
I cleared my throat and tried to turn my brain back on.
“No, I mean, it looks good. You should keep that face in there. It’s a good face,” I said, voice too damn gruff to sound like I meant it. If only he knew how hard I was holding myself back.
It’s a good face. The fuck was that?
Fuckin’ hell. The little porno elf had my brain turning to mush.
“Yeah?” His smile was beaming as he looked at me.
Shit was getting to me, but I couldn’t afford to get close to someone. Soon enough, he’d be gone, and I could go back to my quiet time. My alone time. Just the way I fuckin’ wanted it.
“I’m gonna get cleaned up,” I said. This time, I remembered to grab clothes before I headed for the shower.
I felt like an asshole, but I wasn’t good at this shit.
My feet stopped just before I crossed the threshold to the bathroom.
I couldn’t look at him for some stupid reason.
“Uh, I gotta go grab some packages, and I was thinking of swinging into town for an early dinner. Would you like to go with me?”
“Really? Yeah! That sounds like fun.”
His genuine excitement both pissed me off and made my chest warm. It was drivin’ me mad.
“Well, don’t get too excited, Margie’s meatloaf is the special today, and it’s really fuckin’ dry.” I wasn’t kidding. It really was dry.
“Then I won’t get the meatloaf. Tell me they have pie!”
I nodded once, then responded, “They have pie.”
“Then it’s a date,” he said, damn near killing me in two different ways at the same time.
“I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t like that.” The words left my mouth without my permission.
“Boyfriend?” Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the way his head cocked in confusion.
“Yeah, the one in the picture, y’know…” I made some vague gesture. “On the phone.” You two covered in cum and smiling together.
Yeah, I might have stood there for a long minute staring at that picture while the call was coming through. Danny looked truly happy in that moment.
“You mean Jayden?” He barked out a laugh. “This picture?”
He had his phone in his hand and was showing me that damn picture again.
I kind of hated this Jayden guy for being able to make him smile so freely.
I wanted to hear that laugh. I wasn’t the type of person who could make someone laugh and smile like that, and though I’d never given a shit about it before, it was starting to eat away at me now.
The image was hot. Sexy without even trying. But it twisted something in my gut.
“Yeah, so his boyfriend,” he made sure to stress the word as his gaze drilled holes into me to make sure I got it, “took this picture right after we wrapped a scene.”
I grunted, feeling like an asshole. That was what I got for assuming.
“We were jerking off together, teasing, ya know. And after we were done, Jayden let out the rankest fart. It was so gross. He’d never had California burritos before, and since we weren’t doing any ass play, he figured he could eat as many as he wanted the day before.
Beans, am I right?” He let out the cutest chuckle.
“Anyway, so we both froze for a second after he ripped one, then started laughing so hard we ended up crying. Prince—that’s Jayden’s boyfriend—snapped a picture and said it was one to remember. ”
I felt my lips twitch at the fondness in his tone.
“Jayden is a good friend, that’s all. Even if they were open outside of work, neither of us would be interested. We work together sometimes, but there are no feelings there.”
“Whatever, it’s not like it matters,” I said, brushing away the long-lingering feelings that this could be something close to a date. A low-key date.
“I would love to have dinner with you, Mr. Grumpy Pants,” he said, tone sticky sweet. When I didn’t move, he kept on. “Go. Go! Don’t tell me I get pie and then keep me waiting.”
I turned my head to lay eyes on him. Damn mistake, it was. His smile held a hint of seduction. Like, there might be promises that came along with me getting him pie.
Yeah, it looked like I needed to look forward to a cold shower.
The moment I pulled the curtain back, I was met with a big dildo stuck to the side of the shower wall.
I groaned as I stepped in and started the water. My chub was full-on flagpole now. It wasn’t like I could see that and not think about him fuckin’ himself in my shower. Probably comin’ all over the floor I was standing on, that hot O face taking over.
Is that what he liked? Did he really take cocks that big on a daily basis… or however often he worked? Was that a normal thing?
Like a dumb asshole, I couldn’t help but shuffle closer to it and hold my hard cock next to the strange pink ribbed rocket stuck to the wall, lining it up like two cocks trying to sixty-nine.
“Oh my god! I forgot—” That was all he got out before the scene in front of him stole his words. The curtain was pulled back and he was staring at my cock… right next to the suctioned-on dick he recently had up his ass, or so I assumed. “Sorry, I forgot to remove it.”
He reached over and wrapped a hand around the thing. Thankfully, I had taken a step back, but unfortunately, I was still holding onto my cock like a jackass.
“The Proud Pinkie is great, but if I had the option, I’d take yours,” he said as he pulled the dildo free.
The wink he shot me only slightly distracted from his tinted pink cheeks. I about damn near swallowed my tongue again.
Then he spun around, tossed the wiggly cock over his shoulder like a baseball bat, and strolled out of the bathroom like nothing had even happened.
Yep, cold shower it was.
Might even need to take a streaking plunge in the snow too.