11
TOBY
“He’s gone. You can come out now.” I rustled the bush and reached my hand inside to encourage Grizzly to come out of hiding. Like seriously? He jumped into a massive lilac bush to hide? Never thought I’d ever see the day a dude would do that.
“That was a mistake.” He appeared and pointed at the spot where I’d almost gotten to go down on him.
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Are you crazy? Nobody knows I’m…” His voice trailed. He couldn’t even verbally admit he was gay.
My sweet, scared man.
“And this is why you need me. To help you through this challenging time.”
“Challenging time? I’m not turning my world upside down just so I could have your cock.”
I grinned wide. “So you do want my cock.” It wasn’t a question because I felt the desire in him when I had him against the wall. Stupid Lynx just had to ruin our moment.
Grizzly growled deep in his throat, and it was a sound I wanted to hear when my dick was banging against his tonsils. I could literally cry at how close we were to doing each other.
“It’s okay to admit it. I want yours too. In fact, I want you and Libby at the same time.” Might as well put all of my cards on the table at once. This way he knows without a doubt where I stand on the subject.
“Not happening. We are not happening.” He turned his back on me and stalked away.
“I know you’re scared but I promise, it will be okay.”
He waved me off as he turned the corner.
I needed to give him a minute to process what happened.
According to Libby, Grizzly had been lying about his orientation his whole life. I couldn’t imagine not being able to be myself ever . I, at least, had the freedom when I was out of the country on a job.
What else could I do but let him leave?
Make a scene and draw an audience?
Yeah, that would have been the worst thing I could do. For sure, he’d have nothing to do with me, and I couldn’t allow that to happen.
I didn’t know what our arrangement would look like, the three of us together. I just knew I wanted to find out. Libby had told me she wanted a real relationship. She wanted to be married and try to have a baby. But, I wasn’t sure I wanted the same thing.
I liked being Uncle Toby.
I liked jetting off to other countries and delighting in the locals: men and women.
I liked being me, Toby Hamiliton, lifelong bachelor.
Yeah, this could get really complicated and fast, but that didn’t negate the fact that I wanted both of them more than I’d ever wanted anyone else.
Grizzly could play hard to get, he could make me chase after him, but I wouldn’t let him reject me after I sampled his mouth and heard his moans.
It killed me to think of the years we’d wasted. Neither of us had made a move. I owned my part because I’d been unsure about coming out to my family. Not wanting to disappoint or shame them. I might seem confident, and I mostly was with everything else in my life, but not with this.
I had kept taking jobs overseas to avoid the issue as much as I could. Living my best life on my terms, until it all had come to a head.
Quite literally to a head, while I was giving the CEO of the company that hired me, head…
Barnaby Burton made working in the UK fun and exciting. The second I saw him, blond hair and electric blue eyes, I wanted him. As with my other conquests, I devised a plan to seduce him.
After a company-hosted dinner party, I made my move in the men’s bathroom at the hotel.
Barnaby entered the lavatory after me. We nodded to each other. He checked himself in the mirror, then selected the urinal next to me. Casually, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his dick, and held it out for a long moment. Sort of like he wanted me to steal a glance at his prized award.
And so I did. “Wow, that’s a very well hung dick, Barney.”
He cut his gaze at me. “It’s Barnaby, Mr. Hamilton,” he said in that sexy as fuck British accent, then proceeded to stroke his cock into an iron rod.
“Please, Barney. Call me Toby.” I preferred to call him Barney. Barn-a-by didn’t flow as nicely off my tongue. And since I always had to be the alpha in every situation, Barney was what I’d call him.
“And you can—” His cellphone interrupted him, ringing from the inside pocket of his black tuxedo coat. He held up his free hand to have me hold on. “Hello, darling. How are you doing in sunny California?”
I tilted my head, wondering who darling was. I could faintly hear a feminine voice from his device. Maybe it was his mother. Sister. Hair stylist. He had a perfectly styled quiff cut. Not a single hair was out of place. How I would love to thread my fingers through it and mess it up.
Feeling awkward just standing there with my junk hanging out, I shook off and put my dick back in my trousers. One of us needed to look presentable, then I went to wash my hands.
And Barney stood there exposed with his erection taunting me.
And so I did what I always did—I took matters into my own hands.
Er, rather, mouth. I went to Barney, grabbed his dick, firmly yet gently and guided him into the farthest stall.
He moved right along with me. I pushed him against the wall, which he didn’t object to, and gave him a blow job while on the phone with someone he called darling.
I had to hand it to him, he remained calm and collected, but when he blew his load into my mouth, I almost passed out. He just kept coming and coming and coming. The man had turned into a geyser when his release hit.
We both gasped for air with smiles on our faces.
“You are magnificent, Toby.” He caressed my cheek as he stared down at me.
“So are you, Barney.” I wiped a bit of his cum off the corner of my mouth with my finger.
“Let me.” He took my digit and sucked his cream off it. “Yum.”
“So, who is darling?” I asked, putting his deflated cock back into his pants, and standing up. The tile floors were not kind to my knees.
“My wife.” He pushed me against the wall, and kissed me. “Nobody can ever know about this, about us.”
“You’re married?” Now, I was the one deflating.
Normally, I had a boy toy in every place I worked, someone I could depend on at all hours of the night for a booty call. I thought Barney was going to be the one to fill the position for my six month stint in the UK.
“Yes, and happily. I don’t want to ruin my relationship with my wife. We have two young kids. I love my life, Toby. If you breathe a word of this, I’ll fire you.”
“I won’t say anything.” I wasn’t the sort of guy who destroyed families. Maybe I shouldn’t start anything with Barney now that I knew he had a wife and kids. Didn’t I have a moral obligation to walk away?
Then again, why should I care if he didn’t? Perhaps Barney, was gay and had hidden it from the people in his life.
“She’s gone on business until next weekend,” he said in a tempting voice.
“So?” I shrugged like I didn’t care. I did and I didn’t. Barney was an adult. He knew what he was doing. I should have no qualms about having a fling with a married man, if that was what he wanted.
“So, I take my lunch every day at one o’clock. Nobody bothers me for an entire hour.”
Well, okay then. Clearly he wanted more of me. Perhaps I had found my boy toy after all. And the best part. I didn’t need to worry about him falling in love with me, because he was happily married.
The following week, I had lunch with Barney every day. For a happily married man who wanted to stay married, he sure liked to be fucked in the ass. It couldn’t get any better or easier than that.
After Barney’s wife returned from California, I continued to have lunch with him. What could I say? I fucking loved to fuck. And Barney liked to suck dick, so I was down with our arrangement.
As the weeks went on, things got boring. Barney and I never went out after work. He never came to my hotel room. We didn’t do anything but fuck in his office.
I was losing my zest for him, which was why I was sitting at the bar in a local pub. The thrill had fizzled out. It sucked because I had four more months to complete my work contract.
Sex with men and women kept my endorphins pumping. I’d thought Barney would keep me satisfied this trip, but no. He had refused to take me from behind. It really bummed me out, actually. Not that I didn’t enjoy him, I just needed more.
Tonight, I was hoping to meet someone new to mix things up.
Finishing off my second scotch on the rocks, I noticed a beautiful redhead entering the pub. Every chair was occupied at the bar, except for the one next to me. She had no choice but to take it. And she did.
“Hello, she said.”
“Hi,” I replied.
“I’m only here for a drink.”
I lifted my glass. “Me too.”
She smiled, then ignored me. Waving down the bartender, she ordered a glass of white wine and sipped it slowly. Either she didn’t actually like wine or she couldn’t afford more than one glass, and was making it last as long as possible.
My guess was that she didn’t drink often. She looked like a million bucks and could afford anything her little heart desired.
I pretended like I was busy on my phone. Why give her the satisfaction of admiring her stunning beauty? She saw herself every day in the mirror and knew she was drop-dead gorgeous. Perfect ivory skin. Lovely manicured nails.
And she smelled delicious. Mojave Ghost perfume was my guess and it happened to be one of my favorites.
In my free time, I liked to hang out at department store perfume counters, sniffing the expensive scents. It was also a great place to meet a pretty woman for a hook-up.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked in her lovely British accent.
“American.” I tapped my chest.
“Are you here on business or pleasure?”
“Both. Why only work and not play?”
“Agreed. Life is heavy enough and we should treat ourselves well.”
I raised my glass. “Amen to that. I’m Toby, by the way.”
“Evie.”
“Wanna go fuck behind the building, Evie?” There I was, jumping one hundred feet ahead, to get right to the point of why I’d come to the pub.
She gasped, eyes wide. “Sir! Well, I—”
“Just thought I’d take a chance. Have a good evening.” I put a fifty dollar bill on the counter for both of our drinks, then left.
Sure, I could’ve used my credit card, but paying with cash made a bigger statement—in my opinion—when seducing a person. Nowadays, everything was digital. I liked to be old-school to change things up.
I stepped out into the cool evening air and paused. Should I go right or left? I still wanted to meet someone, even a brief encounter would suffice, to help me recover from Ms. Evie taking the wind out of my sails.
Normally, I wasn’t so sensitive, but dammit, I was lonely tonight.
“Wait!” Her familiar voice tickled my ears from a few feet behind me. She’d reconsidered my proposition and came after me. “You didn’t give me a chance to answer.”
A cocky grin stretched across my face. Things just got a lot more thrilling and my endorphins were back to chugging along like a well oiled machine.
I pulled myself out of my reverie, just before the worst moment of my life roared back. There were more important things to worry about, like finding the bomber and getting through to Grizzly.