Chapter 9
SIMON
Simon had been distracted all week, and he knew what it was – Dexter Trantor.
He’d never wanted someone this badly. It almost felt animalistic.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Anytime he thought about sinking his cock into Dexter’s tight heat, he got hard, which was becoming a problem, because all he could think about was fucking Dexter.
Ever since he’d shared what he was dealing with on Monday morning, Simon had had an overwhelming urge to fix all his problems as well.
The carnal desire he could understand, but the rest was a mystery.
Simon enjoyed feeling needed by his partners, which was how he’d ended up in the situation he had with Jared.
That wasn’t what he wanted with Dexter, but there was something about the man that had him in knots.
The fact he was so vastly different from his ex-husband wasn’t tamping down his desire; quite the opposite.
For one, Dexter was a self-made success.
He was brilliant at what he did, and would never want to be a kept man the way Jared had.
Those two couldn’t be any more different.
Why he was comparing Dexter to his ex-husband he had no idea.
What Simon knew was that if he felt ready to have a relationship again one day, he’d want someone more grounded, like Dexter, rather than flighty and unpredictable like Jared.
He had no plans for the weekend. Daniel was away for a dirty weekend with Josh, which were his words, not Simon’s.
He’d thought of going to see his sister, but she’d know something was going on and have it out of him in seconds.
She wasn’t a judgy person, but would definitely have something to say about Simon getting his cock sucked by one of his direct reports .
. . not just once, and in his office at work.
What had he been thinking? Yes, Dexter had started things both times, and there had been alcohol involved.
Although, the second time Dexter was sober, and he’d still wanted Simon.
They hadn’t talked about it, though, because Dexter had a lot going on right now, but Simon had used that as an excuse.
If they spoke about it, he’d need to be professional and say it could never happen again, but it was all he could think about.
He wanted to do it again and more, and that was the last thing he should do.
Given how eager Dexter had been to have his throat fucked, he hoped that meant he was a bottom.
He’d love nothing more than to fuck him slowly, rather than the rushed encounters they’d had so far. And now he was hard again.
Simon dried himself off, feeling boneless after another intense orgasm in the shower, which had been a daily occurrence in the last week.
All he’d be able to think about was Dexter, and he was sure he’d moaned his name a few times as he imagined slamming into him, making him feel good before filling him up with his cum.
The only person he’d ever fucked bare was Jared, but he wanted that with Dexter, which was bizarre.
He was of the generation where wrapping things up was the norm.
It was something his mother had drummed into him, which had been awkward and then had amplified when she’d bought him flavoured lube.
There was no way he was explaining why that wasn’t suitable for the activities he wanted to indulge in.
Once he was dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist before putting deodorant on for the second time today.
He wasn’t one of those people who didn’t shower before the gym.
There were plenty of them, and they stank.
He also didn’t feel refreshed for his workout without a shower.
He then came home to repeat it, as he didn’t like using the showers at the gym.
You could pick up any kind of infection from the floor.
He opened the bathroom door and let out what he hoped was a manly shriek.
“Who’s Dexter?”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Jared? How did you get in?”
“I asked you a question,” he said with a glare.
“What?”
“Who. Is. Dexter?!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You said his name while you were wanking in the shower?”
“How long have you been here?”
“Long enough to know that you’re cheating on me with someone called Dexter. Who is he?”
“How can I be cheating on you? We’re divorced, Jared. Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the police.”
“I’ve spoken to a lawyer, and we can get the divorce annulled, so it’ll be like it never happened.”
“That’s not how divorce works, Jared. We’d have to get married again.”
“Yes, I accept,” he said, throwing himself at Simon’s feet. “I’ve missed you so much.”
He started pulling at the towel. Thankfully, Simon already had a grip on it, and his cock was behaving itself. What had happened to Jared? He’d always been intense, but this was unhinged.
“I wasn’t proposing. How did you get in here?”
“What do you mean?”
“How did you get into this house? I changed all the locks.”
“Not that. What do you mean you’re not proposing? You just asked me to marry you, and I accepted. You can’t take it back.”
“Why are you behaving like this, Jared? Haven’t you had enough from me?”
Simon yanked himself away from Jared and grabbed his clothes off the bed.
He’d put them out before he got in the shower.
He went back into the bathroom and closed the door.
How the fuck did Jared get into his house again?
Was there a secret entrance he didn’t know about?
Those fucking security people were going to get a complaint from him.
They’d assured him nobody could get in here without his knowing about it.
What was he supposed to do? He didn’t have his phone with him, so he’d need to go out there again.
He wasn’t really sure what he was concerned about.
Jared had never been violent in their whole time together, and Simon was bigger than him in every way possible.
It wouldn’t be difficult to overpower him if he needed to.
Before he could overthink things, he got dressed quickly, and didn’t bother to do his hair.
He opened the bathroom door, but there was no sign of Jared.
Where the fuck had he gone? Hopefully he wasn’t cooking in the kitchen again.
He went downstairs, and Jared wasn’t there.
Simon rushed around the house, searching for him.
He even looked in wardrobes and under beds.
He wouldn’t be surprised to find him hiding somewhere, but there was no sign he’d even been here.
Had he imagined the whole thing? Simon went back to his bedroom for his phone, which was sitting on the bedside table where he’d left it.
He pulled up the footage on the doorbell app.
There was no sign of Jared. How the fuck had he gotten in and then left?
Next, he checked the app for his home security system.
Nothing had been triggered, and a quick check of the windows showed nothing was open.
There was no sign he’d been here at all, which made Simon question his sanity.
Before he could overthink things, he called the security company that monitored the alarm for an astronomical monthly fee, and asked them to check for him.
He didn’t say his ex-husband had listened to him having a wank in the shower before thinking Simon had proposed to him.
That would make him sound insane. And until he could verify that Jared had actually been in his house today, he wasn’t telling anyone.
The helpful woman on the phone confirmed what he suspected.
There was no sign of forced entry, but because Simon was home, his alarm hadn’t been activated.
Jared could have got in through a window and then somehow locked it behind him as he left.
Even the back door was double locked, and bolted closed from the inside, so there was no way he could have gone that way.
When she started trying to upsell him on other security products, he hung up on her, irritated.
Not sure what to do, he looked around the house again for any sign that would prove what had happened.
When he couldn’t find anything, he made a call.
“Uncle Simon,” his nephew shouted as he ran for a hug.
Simon picked Peter up and swung him around, which led to squeals of delight from the four-year-old. His niece was seven, so she didn’t like being picked up, but she still rushed over to give him a hug once Simon had put her brother down.
Then he gave his sister, Justine, a hug too. “Where’s Andy?”
“Football practice.”
“How butch!”
She laughed, and beckoned for him to follow her into the family room, which housed the kitchen, diner, and lounge area.
They were in a new-build house, but it was built in a Georgian style, so had high ceilings and deep skirting boards to give a sense of space.
It still felt cramped to Simon, but he didn’t hoard as much crap as his sister did, which was understandable with two kids.
It had taken him two hours to drive here, but he hadn’t wanted to stay in the house on his own after what had happened. He’d turned all his security features on before he left, and may have ordered some additional cameras for inside and outside his house, which would arrive tomorrow.
“Are you staying over?” she asked.
“If that’s okay?”
“Come on, let me put the kettle on, and you can tell me what your crazy ex-husband has been doing.”
“Is Uncle Jared coming?” asked Emily.
She’d been close to his ex, but they’d broken up before Peter could even know him.
He’d been a terrific uncle, and Simon wouldn’t have stood in the way of him still seeing his niece and nephew, but it was Justine who had put her foot down.
If he could cheat on her brother repeatedly, she said, then he wasn’t a person she wanted anywhere near her kids.
“No, sweetie. We don’t live together anymore, remember?”