Bad Boy Billionaires #3 - The Vegas Shark(16)

Chad smiled. "Oh, that was brutal. I should spank you for that."

Before Treston could reply, there was a loud knock on the door and someone shouted, "Are you there, sweetie-pie? It's pussycat. Please open the door. I'm so sorry for what happened before."

Treston said, "Who's sweetie-pie?"

A look of panic fell across Chad's face. "It's Dare," he said. "He's the blond guy you saw earlier who left in the taxi outside Chickey's club."

Treston laughed. "He calls you sweetie-pie?"

"I'll be right there, pussycat," Chad said. "Just wait a minute."

Treston started to laugh. "And you call him pussycat? Oh, this is rich."

"Don't be nasty," Chad said. "He's a very sweet guy. And you have to hide in the closet or he's going to kill us both. He has a jealous streak."

Treston sighed and climbed off Chad's body. While Dare continued to knock on the door, he gathered his clothes and his backpack and sent Chad an exasperated glance. "Don't worry, sweetie-pie. I know the drill. You don't want pussycat to find out I'm here and I have to be a good boy and hide."

Chad climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of black sweatpants he'd left hanging over a zebra-print chair. He put them on fast and said, "I'm sorry, but you knew I was involved with someone." 

Treston closed his eyes and shook his head. "I thought it was over tonight. Obviously you didn't, which is typical of your type. Calm down, big boy. I'm not upset. I told you I didn't expect anything from you and I meant it. I'm not getting mixed up with assholes like you anymore, no matter how tempting it is. We had a little fun, you have a nice dick, and now it's over. You can tell little pussycat anything you like for all I care."

Chad crossed to where he was standing and hugged him. "Thanks, man. I owe you one. He's really someone I think I could marry and I don't want to screw it up again."

Treston stepped away from him and moved toward the closet door. He sent him a backward glance and said, "Then I have two pieces of advice for you. First, don't fuck his brother again. That's just wrong all the way around, man. Second, stop fucking around with guys like me if you really want a lasting relationship with him. You might be adorable and irresistible on the outside, and you might have more money than anyone in Las Vegas, but you're getting too goddamn old to be an asswipe and it's going to catch up with you."

He turned and went into the closet before Chad could respond. If he'd known Chad and the blond guy hadn't broken up for good that night, he would never have climbed into the car with him earlier. Treston had done a few things he wasn't proud of, but cheating with another man's man was not one of them. Now he was glad they hadn't fucked. At least the only sex they'd had had been unreciprocated oral.

After Treston put on his clothes-he put the jeans and casual shirt on instead of the tighter things he'd worn to dinner-with care so he wouldn't make any noise, he sat close to the door so he could listen to Chad and the blond guy. He figured he had every right to eavesdrop; Chad had invited him there and he didn't know the blond guy would show up. He also had a feeling it would be very entertaining.

When Chad opened the door, Treston heard the blond man rush into the room and say, "Oh, sweetie-pie, I'm so sorry. I never should have left you like that. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Calm down, pussycat," Chad said. "I forgive you."

Treston put two fingers in his mouth and pretended to gag. Between their fake affectionate tones and the pussycat/sweetie-pie bullshit, he felt like heaving the escargot.

"I forgive you, too," Dare said. "I don't blame you for what happened. My brother is nothing but a fucking slut and he'll sleep with anyone. I'm never speaking to him again. I know it was all his fault, not yours."

This time Treston's jaw fell in an exaggerated way. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. If he'd been lucky enough to have a brother, he wouldn't have let an asshole like Chad Pratt get in the way of his relationship with his brother. And the saddest part of it all was he heard traces of his own voice in Dare's. Treston had said things like this before to all the men he'd been in love with when they'd screwed him over; he'd even begged the same way. And look where it had gotten him: shoved into a dark closet, in the home of another asshole who thought he could get away with anything, where he would have to remain until it was safe to sneak out. He figured this was karma; he had to learn his lesson once and for all. He'd met Chad that night by some twist of fate and he'd been destined to overhear this pitiful conversation so he'd never repeat his mistakes again.

Treston leaned into the door. Chad must have escorted Dare to the bed because their voices sounded closer.

After a moment of silence-Treston figured they were kissing-Dare said, "I'm going to take off all my clothes and you're going to fuck your little pussycat so hard he's going to scream and claw."




 

 

This was getting interesting. Treston thought about Chad's twenty-four-hour erection cycle. He couldn't wait to hear Chad's reply.

Chad said, "I love you so much, pussycat. But all I want to do tonight is hold you in my arms and fall asleep. I don't want to ruin the moment with sex. I want this night to be about emotion and the love between us. We'll make love in the morning."

Treston rolled his eyes and laughed into his hand. He had to admit this was one of the best lines he'd ever heard a guy say when he didn't want to have sex. He knew damn well Chad couldn't get his forty-seven-year-old dick up again until morning. Treston had been so neat when he'd blown him there were no signs they'd had sex anywhere in the room and Dare would never guess.

The poor fool believed every word Chad said about love and emotion. "That's the most romantic thing you've ever said to me, sweetie-pie," Dare said. "Let's get into bed right now and close our eyes."

"I'll be there in a minute, pussycat," Chad said. "I think I left the light on in the closet."

When he heard Chad coming toward the closet door, Treston moved away and backed into a row of expensive dark suits. There had to be hundreds.

Chad opened the door slightly and slipped inside. He lifted his index finger to his lips and started to whisper. "Don't say anything. Just kiss me." Then he grabbed Treston by the back of the head, pulled him closer, and shoved his tongue into his mouth.

Treston didn't understand, at least not at first. But it only took a minute of kissing and he realized what was happening. He reached down, grabbed the erection poking out of Chad's black sweatpants, and said, "I thought you were going to just hold the poor bastard in your arms all night because it's so romantic. I thought you said you were on a twenty-four-hour erection cycle." He squeezed Chad's dick. "What's this about?"

Chad reached around and grabbed his ass. When he did this his erection seemed to grow even harder. "I wanted to see if I could get it up again sooner. And thanks to you, I can fuck him now. You're the best."

Treston couldn't believe what he'd just heard. This guy had no limits. "You really are a fucking asshole. I should go out there right now and tell the poor dumb fuck what's been going on here all night. I'm starting to feel obligated to do the right thing."

Chad kissed him again and smiled. "But you won't do it, will you?"

The saddest thing of all was Treston knew if he did go out and tell Dare the truth, Dare probably wouldn't have believed him anyway. They never did. Treston wouldn't have believed anyone if he'd been in Dare's place, so he knew it would just be a waste of his time and energy. Besides, he'd learned in life people usually have to figure things out on their own. So he stroked Chad's dick a few times and said, "No, I won't. But I'd like to go home soon, you forty-seven-year-old fucker. I'm tired. I've had a long day and I'd like to brush my teeth. I can still taste your dick." 

"Just wait until he's sleeping," Chad said. "As soon as it's okay, I'll get you out safely. I promise. I'll even have a car take you home." He looked into his eyes and smiled. "Please do this for me."

Treston shrugged. "I'll do this for him, not for you. So don't give me your helpless look. There's nothing about you that's honest or decent or helpless. And frankly, I don't feel like getting into any drama tonight that's none of my business. You people mean nothing to me."

Chad kissed his forehead and said, "Thanks. I owe you."

"You don't owe me anything."

As he turned to leave, Chad pointed to his erection and said, "Thanks for this, too."

Treston lowered his head and laughed. Then he twirled his finger and said, "Any time."

Chapter Nine

When Chad left him in the closet so he could return to the bed where Dare was undoubtedly waiting for him, Chad forgot to close the closet door all the way. Treston didn't realize this until he heard Chad climb into bed and say, "Here I am, pussycat."

Then he heard Dare say, "Come over here, sweetie-pie. Your naughty little pussycat's missed you." He sounded so fake, and his voice went up with such a forced lilt, Treston hoped Chad might cover his face with a pillow.

That didn't happen. Chad said, "Open those pretty legs for me, pussycat."

After Treston stuck his finger in his mouth one more time and pretended to gag quietly, he crawled on his knees to the door to see if he could close it so he wouldn't have to listen to them have sex. It was one of those sliding pocket doors that disappeared into the wall. He figured it would be simple enough to close it all the way without being heard. But when he tried to move it less than a fraction of an inch, it squeaked and Dare asked Chad, "What was that noise? I heard something."