Fourteen #4
“I’m used to it.” I smiled at him. “It always degenerates into that, which is why we’re no longer together.”
“You realize, of course, that he’s crazy about you.”
“He might think he is, but he’s not.”
“Jory, from what he said after you left, you’re the only boyfriend he’s ever kept just to himself. He said that thinking about other men fucking you, even now, makes him sick.”
I nodded.
“I mean, tonight, all he did was watch, you know? Some men, that’s all they do. They sit and jack off, watching, and others are on the floor, getting fucked and sucked and everything else.”
“Sounds hot,” I lied.
“No, it doesn’t. Not to you, it doesn’t.”
“Hey, I watch as much porn as the next—”
“But if you had the chance, would you do porn? Would you agree to be the guy in the swing with nine guys waiting to fuck him?”
“Porn can be just two guys fooling around too, Hayes. Some of the hottest stuff I’ve ever seen in my life is one guy begging and the other guy giving it to him.”
“Yeah, but I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about a room full of guys going at it. Tonight, I watched Jaden get fucked by at least twenty guys. At one point, there was a circle around him, and they took turns, one after another, with him sucking guys off at the same time.”
“And did he enjoy that?”
“Aaron enjoyed watching him do it, and Jaden kept checking to make sure he was watching.”
“Okay, so he must’ve enjoyed it, then.”
“I have to tell you that when I was fucking him, I was imagining it was you.”
“How lovely. Thank you.”
“Jory,” he said, hands on my biceps, “I—”
“Jory!”
I looked across the yard and found the owner of the voice. Jaden was walking fast to reach my door.
“Hey,” I said, yawning, “can I sleep in your room and you sleep here with him?”
He made a face. “Our bungalow is a lot nicer.”
“Then get some of his buddies to move him ’cause I need a bed.”
He coughed. “Why is he in here?”
“That should be fairly obvious,” Hayes answered him.
“What?”
And I realized that not only was Aaron drunk and drugged off his ass, but so was Jaden. He was having a hard time focusing on me.
“Look at me,” I said.
Jaden’s eyes were back to being brown with the help of contacts, and I told him Aaron had thought he had gone to his own room.
“What?” Hayes was incredulous.
“You’re not helping,” I told him before turning back to Jaden. “Go get those guys Aaron was drinking with to come move him. They should still be on the deck.”
He nodded. “Okay, Jory, I’ll be right back. Sorry about him.”
“It’s okay. Everything’s fine.”
Once he was gone, I asked Hayes to watch Aaron while I changed into my sleep shorts. When I opened the bathroom door, he was right there.
“Is he okay?”
“He’s fine,” he said, reaching out, putting a hand on the side of my neck.
I brushed the hand off and moved into the room.
“Jory.”
My eyes flicked to Hayes.
“You realize that compared to you, Jaden, though young and pretty and buff, is just a cheap imitation. I mean, I have met some beautiful boys in my life, and some of them are kept in much more lavish style than Aaron keeps Jaden, but they’re all the same—manicured, tanned gym bunnies.”
“Make your point.”
He took a step forward. “I asked Aaron about you today, and he told me I had no chance at all. He said that you barely allowed him to buy you dinner all the time and that you broke up with him right after he asked you to move in. He wanted to own you, and you said no.”
“Nobody owns me,” I said, glaring at him.
“No, I know. It’s just that Aaron said that me dating you was some—”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Jory, I just want us to get to know each other. I don’t want to be your daddy. I don’t want to buy you stuff and dress you up. I really, truly, just want to know you, and I really want to date you and listen to you talk because the rambling soothes me like I don’t know what, and—”
“What’re you talking about? I can’t date anybody.”
He chuckled tiredly. “Baby, come on. This detective crap is so old. What detective, Jory? Where is he? You’re on vacation alone.
There’s no one with you at home or here, and aren’t you tired of pretending?
Just come on, Jory. Come clean. How long’s it been over with you and Sam whatever? How long ago did you guys break up?”
“There’s the door.” I pointed. “Please use it.”
“Jory”—he tried to make his voice soothing, closing the distance between us, stepping in front of me, hands on my shoulders—“I know you’re scared, but I swear to God, it’s time to take another chance on somebody. Let me take you out, and let’s see what this could be.”
No one was listening to me. I was talking, words were coming out, but nada. Why was nothing I was saying…
“Oh!” I gasped, which startled Hayes.
“Jory, what—”
I stepped away from him so that his hands, which had settled on my hips, had to move.
“You guys are all rich,” I said, like that explained everything. “You’re used to getting whatever the fuck you want, so of course you think that anybody, man or woman, is just ready and panting to get in your life, get in your bed. Jesus, how could I forget that?”
“Jory—”
“The ego that you guys must all have…” I shook my head. “How do you live like that?”
“What? No, that’s—”
“It so is,” I told him as I heard feet outside and walked to the door and waved.
Jaden was back with three other guys, and together, with effort, they lifted Aaron Sutter—mogul, billionaire, and trust-fund baby—up from my bed and out the door.
I shoved Hayes out after them and shut the door in his face.
“This is real mature, Jory,” he yelled at me from outside as I locked the dead bolt.
But it was much better than punching him in the face, so I figured I was actually taking the moral high ground. I did flip him off through the door though and felt better afterward.