Vinny must be the bartender/owner, he surmised. The same guy who was pretending not to listen to every word they were saying.
But Sutton wasn’t interested in going upstairs. He signaled to Vinny. The bartender came over with a hard expression.
“You got an office?” he asked.
“Yeah,” he answered warily. “Why you asking?”
Sutton pulled his bill clip and plucked a few hundreds loose. “Where is it?”
Vine covered the cash with his palm and slid it off the counter and into his pocket, then gestured, “Down the hall, first right.”
“Excellent.” He popped from the stool and started walking, knowing Gemini would follow like an obedient puppy.
Sure enough, Gemini was so quick on his heels, he could practically feel her breath on his nape.
Sutton locked the door and surveyed the room. Not much to look at but most likely cleaner than the whore’s rented fuck room.
Gemini, her dark hair a little greasy, hung down her back as she stripped easily out of her clothes.
Her tits, surprisingly nice, perky globes, should’ve been sufficient to rev his motor but he couldn’t help but think of Elizabeth and how her breasts were nearly perfect.
And that just pissed him off.
“On your knees,” he commanded as he released his cock, grimly satisfied to see his shaft thickening.
Gemini sank to her knees but said, “A blowjob is $100, swallowing is extra.”
He pulled about four hundred from his bill clip and tossed it to her, smiling as the bills drifted to the floor. She grinned. “Just for that, I’ll give you a little extra.”
“Intrigued,” he said, wondering what she was going to pull from her carnal treasure trove. “Dazzle me.”
There was something to be said for the skills of a professional — he soon discovered what the extra entailed as her wet finger went up his ass as soon as her mouth closed over his cock.
The sensation of being impaled on that tiny digit while her hot mouth worked his length was just the right cocktail to override his incessant comparison to Elizabeth that kept threatening to rob him of a good time.
Tongue, mouth, finger...it was a heady combination and it worked well enough.
A groan rattled out of him and he spurted a paltry jet of fluid to accompany his weak orgasm but for a split second, he wasn’t thinking about Elizabeth nor fretting about how he wanted to spend every waking moment with her.
Gemini swallowed every drop, grinning with saucy confidence as she scooped up the fallen cash.
She tucked the money into her purse and then returned to him, spinning around to present her ass.
“Think you got some fuel left in your tank to drive this?” She wiggled her ass and he gave her a playful smack, enjoying the way her flesh jiggled from the impact.
He squeezed her ass, knowing he could probably get it up to fuck her but did he want to?
The appeal simply wasn’t there. In fact, he was struck by the oddly disquieting sensation of guilt.
He pulled more cash from his bill clip and handed it to her. “Take the night off, get a pizza and watch a movie.”
Gemini’s eyes bulged at the cash he was giving her and she simply seemed lost for words.
“You sure? I don’t mind working for my money.”
“Just take the money and enjoy,” he said, feeling worse by the minute.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Since when did he feel guilty about anything?
And why the fuck would he feel guilty at all?
Because of Elizabeth? She was his whore. Just like Gemini, only his interaction with Gemini was more honest.
“You’re a good guy,” Gemini said, dressing quickly.
“No, I’m not,” he said, quick to disabuse her of that idea. “I’m simply bored.”
If he’d said that to Elizabeth right after sex she would’ve been hurt but Gemini simply laughed.
“Oh, tough guy, huh? All right, go home to your woman. You haven’t done anything that can’t be smoothed over with a new fancy ring or something.”
“What makes you think I have a woman waiting for me?” he asked, stiffening.
Gemini sauntered up to him and grabbed his cock, startling him with her bold movement.
“Because only a man who has something to lose would think twice about taking what’s right in front of his nose. Besides, you’re only half-hearted into this anyway. It took all my skills to keep you hard, which means one of two things.”
Reluctantly, he prompted, “Which is?”
She gave him a short squeeze before releasing him.
“Either you’re gay and you don’t know it (or you’re gay and you do know it but you’re fighting it) or you’re in love with someone else and same rules apply.”
He released a shaky laugh. “I can assure you...I am not in love. I don’t believe in such bullshit.”
Gemini laughed and slung her purse over her shoulder as she let herself out, saying, “You might not believe, but that cock of yours does. See ya later, honey-pot. You know where to find me if you change your mind.”
Sutton closed his eyes and winced as his injured eye protested.
What a fucked up day.
And then he dragged himself out of that dive bar, determined to forget everything that’d just happened — and everything Gemini had said because there was no way a simple street whore knew more about his life than he did.
Right?
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Sutton hadn’t returned to the apartment that night and by morning, Elizabeth hated to admit, she was worried.
Not that she was his keeper — what did she actually care where he spent the night? — But there was no denying the anxious flutter in her belly and the fact that she couldn’t exactly sleep without him beside her, his arm tucked around her, drawing her close.
It was absurd.
And her own inane, unbelievable attachment irritated her to the point that she felt as if she might burst from the pent-up tension building inside her.
So when he walked through the door, his face looking as if someone had mopped the floor with it, she couldn’t stop the rush of words that fell from her lips.
“OHMYGOD! What happened?” she asked, going to him with concern but when he shrugged away her touch, anger blotted out anything kind that might’ve been residing in her heart. “Knowing you, you deserved it. I don’t feel bad for you one bit.”
“Good. I didn’t ask for your kindness or your concern. All I want from you is your obedience.”
“If you wanted blind obedience, you should’ve gotten a puppy,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “I’m a human being, remember?”
“I remember that I paid for your obedience,” he replied coldly and she tried not to flinch.
He was unaccountably cruel when he chose to be.
And to think she’d been worried about him!
Elizabeth glared, wishing she could drop him out of the window on his head.
She spun on her heel but he stopped her.
“Draw me a bath. I wish to soak. My head is pounding like a bitch.”
“Draw you a bath? What is this? 1852? What the heck does that mean? Sorry, draw your own fucking bath, your highness. I have plans.”
But she didn’t get far.
Suddenly she was pinned against the wall by his big body, and she was assaulted by an odd scent on his body that immediately made her stiffen.
Cheap perfume. Something flowery. Something she’d never wear. NOOOOOO!
She pushed at him, immediately wounded beyond anything she might’ve imagined, tears springing to her eyes. “You fucking prick.”
He tried to kiss her but she kneed him in the groin, dropping him like a stone.
“I hope you got your money’s worth, you fucking asshole. And you know what? Don’t even think of touching me ever again. I’m done with you.”
“What makes you think I paid for it?” he ground out, rising on shaky legs to cast a hard look her way. “And you’re wrong, I will have you whenever I want because just like her, you’re my bitch, bought and paid for.”
“Fuck you!”
“Excellent idea,” he said, springing after her faster than she might’ve imagined after sustaining a kick to the nuts.
She shrieked and turned to run for the door but he was faster than her and managed to tackle her to the ground.
They went down hard but Sutton tucked her into his arms so that he took the brunt of the impact but as soon as they hit the floor, he rolled on top of her, holding her tight.
“Have you forgotten so quickly the terms of our agreement, my lovely peach?”
“I hate you,” she said with hot tears streaming down her cheeks. He’d slept with someone else. And it hurt. It shouldn’t but it did.
And the acknowledgement of that fact was a worse feeling than the actual deed.
“Yes, that’s right. Hate me. It’s better that way, sweetness because we are not a thing. Do you hear me? We are not dating, we are not anything. You are my plaything and as such you exist solely to pleasure me and if you fail in that occupation, I will no longer have need of you. Do you understand?”
“You’ve made yourself perfectly clear,” she said, choking on her inexplicable grief. “Get off me.”
But his cock was hard. She could feel it grinding against her belly and she wanted to cry big giant drops of sad-flavored tears.
So much for thinking that Sutton was insatiable for her and only her.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried. “If you wanted to be with other people, why did you mess with my life? You could’ve left me alone.”