Chapter Sixteen
Sixteen
Reece
“What’s got you in such a good mood today?” Jimenez asked as I passed him his iced coffee. It was my turn to treat.
“What do you mean?” I said, taking a sip of my coffee, forcing myself not to smile.
Yeah, I’d had a pretty fucking great morning, but I wasn’t about to kiss and tell.
At least not yet.
And definitely not to Jimenez. He was the closest thing I had to a best friend, and while he seemed trustworthy, his sister was best friends with my sister. I didn’t want to risk things.
“I don’t know,” he said. “You were, like, whistling and shit when I picked you up. It’s very out of character for you.”
“What are you, a detective or some shit, Jimenez? I had a good training session this morning, that’s all.”
Fought with my trainer. Kissed him. Got tentacle fucked. You know, a typical Wednesday. Nothing too crazy.
“All right, all right. Where am I going?” he asked as he pulled the work truck onto the main road that ran through Briar Glenn.
“The parks have been pretty clean. Why don’t we head back to the office for a little bit? I need to catch up on some paperwork.”
To be honest, we spent the majority of our time on the clock cruising around, checking on the parks and playing fields.
It wasn’t the most exciting job, but someone had to do it.
“Sounds good, boss man. I wanna browse my dating apps anyway.”
“Jimenez, what the fuck are you doing on dating apps?”
The guy was handsome. Funny. Kind. It surprised me that no one had locked him down yet.
“It’s rough out here, man.” Jimenez glanced over at me.
“I keep swiping and swiping, but I can’t find someone who checks all the boxes, you know?
I swear if I see one more person holding a dead fish in their profile pic…
” He clenched the steering wheel tight and shook his head. “Are you seeing anyone?”
The question made me stiffen up.
“You know I don’t date. I have enough shit going on in my life as it is.” It was true, I had a lot going on, but Cyrus fit right into my life. Well, other than the whole secrecy thing.
“You really don’t, though. You never get lonely?” He pulled the truck to a stop in front of city hall before looking over at me.
I thought about it for a moment.
Yeah, I missed having sex on the regular, but I’d never felt a deep enough connection with anyone to want to keep them around for more than just the occasional hookup.
And I’d never been in love, that was for fucking sure.
But presently, there was someone in my life I enjoyed being around. Someone who made me laugh with his stupid fucking flirting and made me come with his stupid fucking tentacles. It just so happened that person was my sister’s mate’s best friend, which complicated things.
“I mean, sometimes I do, but I figure if I meet someone, I meet them. I’m not going to force anything.”
Jimenez shot me that winning smile, all white teeth and perfect fucking dimples. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic, boss.”
“Oh, fuck off, Jimenez.”
I stepped out of the truck and headed into city hall with Jimenez following behind me.
Constructed during the town’s founding, city hall was one of the oldest buildings in Briar Glenn.
There had been some slight updates and additions over the years, but for the most part, the building kept its original historical charm.
Our office was there, along with the mayor’s and all the various municipal departments that kept Briar Glenn running.
“Hey, Bonnie,” I said, giving our receptionist a little wave.
She was a sweet old lady with a white bouffant updo and big bug-eyed glasses who had to be well into her seventies. She’d been working here since I was a kid, and even though I was technically her superior, I treated her with the utmost respect. I wouldn’t be nearly as good at my job without her.
“Hello, Reece, Javier.” She flashed us both a pleasant smile, but it quickly disappeared when she noticed our coffee cups. “I see you just got done with your afternoon coffee run.”
“Ah, shi—” She gave me a disapproving look. Bonnie hated it when I cussed. “Shucks, Bonnie,” I said, correcting myself. “I’ll call you next time for your order.”
“Please do. Oh, and Reece,” she said, “I pulled the permits you requested for the triathlon. They’re on your desk waiting for your approval, then I’ll give them to the mayor to sign.”
“Thanks, Bonnie. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”
“See ya, Bonnie,” Javier said, and we made our way to our office.
The Parks Department was sequestered in the back of the building, one giant room separated into two separate workspaces. Javier’s desk was in the main space, by the printer and filing cabinets, and my office was behind a heavy wooden door.
Javier sat down in his chair and started up his computer.
“You all good out here?” I asked.
“Yep.” He pointed to a stack of papers on his desk. “I’m gonna file these maintenance reports, then take a little afternoon nap.”
We didn’t get an official lunch break, so I really didn’t give a fuck if he wanted to take a nap at his desk. I’d been known to do the same.
“Sounds good. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”
I stepped inside my office and sat down at my desk. Just like Bonnie said, the permit paperwork was there, neat and organized, with little flags on each page notifying me where to sign. That woman deserved a raise and all the coffee her heart desired.
I scribbled my signature and set the papers aside to return to her later.
For the next thirty minutes, I worked on my computer, filing reports and filling out time sheets, making sure everything was documented.
If I wanted to push the mayor to hire someone else for the department, I had to bring him documentation of all the overtime Jimenez and I had been pulling.
Buzz.
Buzz.
I quickly snatched my phone from where it sat on my desk.
About time.
I’d been waiting all fucking morning for Cyrus to text me.
I guess I could have texted him first, but I didn’t want to seem too desperate.
I leaned back in my chair and peeked through the glass panel of my office door. Jimenez was slumped over his desk, mouth gaping open with light snores slipping out. It was probably the only time the guy wasn’t attractive.
Confident I wouldn’t be bothered, I unlocked my phone and read the message.
Cyrus: Hey there. I thought you were going to text me. I was getting impatient.
I bit my lip and grinned down at my phone screen. Apparently, we were both playing the waiting game. I felt a slight sense of satisfaction that Cyrus was the first one to crack. Call it my competitive spirit or whatever.
Reece: Maybe I wanted you to text me first.
Cyrus: I get you off AND I have to text first? I can already tell that there’s going to be an uneven distribution of work here.
Reece: What can I say? I’m a pillow princess
There was some truth to that statement.
Don’t get me wrong, giving was great, but so was receiving with the absolute least amount of work necessary.
Cyrus: I gathered as much. What are you doing right now?
Reece: Sitting in my office. You?
Cyrus: Thinking about how good your ass felt stretched around my tentacle, if I’m being honest.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, and ran my fingers through my hair. One little reminder of what we’d gotten up to this morning was all it took to have my cock standing at attention.
Reece: You felt so fucking good. I’m pretty sure I have marks on my nipple from your tentacle.
Cyrus: Oh yeah? Show me those nips.
I snorted. Nips.
Reece: I’m at work.
Cyrus: Show me.
I leaned back in my chair and craned my neck to get another look at Jimenez. He was still fast asleep.
Was I really going to send Cyrus nudes while I was at work?
Yes, yes, I absolutely was.
I quickly closed the blinds to my office, clicked the lock, and started to unbutton my shirt.
This was crazy.
But it was also exciting.
I liked it when Cyrus was dominant and demanding. It made me want to please him.
I stood in front of the mirror and opened my shirt. Light purple sucker marks trailed across my chest before turning into a deep purple bruise right over my nipple.
The fucker had given me a purple nurple.
I was going to have to wear a compression shirt in the pool until these faded. All it would take was one look from someone at the gym to know what the two of us had gotten up to.
My phone buzzed again.
Cyrus: I’m waiting.
I flexed my arm, pushed out my bruised pec, and snapped a picture. Before sending it over, I added the caption Look what you did to my fucking nipple.
Cyrus replied almost immediately. That’s a good boy. Fuck. I can’t wait to suck on those nipples while I jerk your cock.
“Shit,” I hissed and palmed my dick through my pants.
I mean, the door was locked and Jimenez was passed the fuck out. And I was the boss. I didn’t need to explain myself.
I bolted over to my desk and threw myself down onto the chair. My fingers fumbled with my belt, and I cursed under my breath as I fought to pull down my zipper.
“Fuck,” I groaned the moment my hand made contact with my already throbbing cock.
A bead of precum formed along the slit of my head as I worked my cock with slow strokes. With my free hand, I typed out a message to Cyrus.
Reece: I’m touching myself under my desk.
Fuck, I loved being a tease.
Cyrus: Show me.
It was too easy. I knew he’d play along.
I set my phone to record and sent Cyrus a video of me smearing my precum over my head with my thumb before giving my cock two quick jerks. You could hear my heavy breathing in the background of the clip.
Cyrus: So obedient. So fucking filthy. Stroke that cock and imagine me bending you over your desk and fucking you.
I loved seeing this side of Cyrus. It was such a stark contrast to his usual playful demeanor.
I leaned back in my chair and dug my teeth into my lower lip, thinking about what it would feel like with those tentacles pinning me to my desk while Cyrus used his suckers to massage my prostate. What it would feel like as each row of suckers worked in and out of my ass.
My balls were already tingling with the urge to come.
Reece: I wish you were inside me right now.
My phone buzzed with a message from Cyrus. It was a link to a blue-green silicone dildo.
A silicone dildo that was shaped like a tentacle.
Cyrus: Send me your address. I want you to use this and think of me.
Fuck. My kraken—boyfriend?—was sending me a tentacle dildo to use and think of him. I was positive there would be stipulations with this gift, in the form of me sending Cyrus videos of me fucking myself with it.
And I was more than okay with that.
“F-fuck,” I stammered, and came with a deep groan, catching the thin ribbons of cum with a tissue before they could drip down onto my pants.
My phone vibrated as my body jerked with the last few waves of my orgasm. I wiped my hands, tucked my cock back into my pants, and threw away the cum-soaked wad of tissues before opening my phone.
It was another text from Cyrus.
Cyrus: Did you come?
Holy fuck, did I.
Reece: Yeah
Cyrus: What were you thinking about?
Reece: Using my new toy for you.
Cyrus: Good boy.
Good boy.
His praise sent heat rushing straight to my cheeks. I’d gotten off to him twice today, and that still wasn’t enough.
My phone vibrated again, but this time it was a phone call.
“Fuck,” I mumbled to myself when I saw who was calling.
Tegan.
Why was she calling me?
She never called me.
And why did it have to be right now? I felt like I’d just been caught in the act. Like she knew that something was going on between me and Cyrus. I knew that wasn’t the case, but the fear was still there, lingering in the back of my mind.
I accepted the call and cleared my throat. “Hello?”
“Hey!”
“What’s up?” I asked. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine!” Tegan rushed to say. “I, um, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over to Mom’s on Saturday. I have to grab something out of the garage and Mom’s going to make dinner.”
“Oh!” I said, sounding just as shocked as I was. We were going from barely speaking to making plans. I wasn’t mad about it, though. “Yeah! Sure.”
“Cool. Um, I’ll see you there around four?”
“Sounds good,” I said.
“Okay, bye!”
“Bye.”
I threw my head back and groaned, because what the fuck had I gotten myself into?
I’d just fucked Atlas’s best friend and made plans to do it again, and now I had to be around her while I was keeping this giant secret.
Guilt tied my stomach in a knot, but there was no way I was cutting things off with Cyrus.
As terrified as it made me, there was potential between us.
Feelings I’d never felt before. For now—for him—I’d happily live in this lie.