But lo and behold, my aggressive, commandeering ways are a good foil to Mace’s calm, responsible personality. And we rose slowly within the corporation, moving up the ladder until we got to where we are today. He’s the CEO and I’m the President of this outfit, the conglomerate hums because of the long hours we put in, the blood, sweat and tears that roll down our faces and off our backs.
But despite everything, my buddy’s always been off. I don’t get it sometimes. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he’s got a bod to die for, women swooning when he enters the room. Sure, there’s this thing about his grandfather’s will, but still. We’re well on our way to finding him a fiancee, it’s no big deal.
So I swiveled my chair again, brows raised.
“Just pretty good?” I asked dryly. “We just kidnapped a girl and sucked her snatch, and it’s just pretty good?”
He grunted again before seating himself on the couch in my office.
“It’s fine,” he said with a frustrated twist of his head, “It’s just that ….”
“Just what?” I asked smoothly. “What, you didn’t get off? You know we said we weren’t gonna do that the first time around, we were gonna give her some space.” If by space, you mean tying up a pretty girl and licking her pussy, then yeah, the plan had gone perfect. “Why are you upset?”
Mace shook his head, frustrated.
“It’s not that I’m upset,” he ground out. “I dunno, it’s just that …”
I shook my head exasperatedly.
“Shit dude, you have everything. Cars, women, you’re the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. What’s holding you up? Seriously, chill, just chill. I know there’s your grandfather’s will, but we’ll figure it out. We already have it partly figured out, Katie’s perfect.”
“No,” he shook his head again, still frustrated. “No.”
But I didn’t want to hear it. Some dudes just don’t get it sometimes. You could hand them a golden ticket, a free ride to paradise, and they still wouldn’t be happy. So instead, I swiveled my monitor towards him, ready to use a tried and true tactic.
“Look dude,” I said. “How about some porn? You seem really riled up and some good porn will help you settle down. It always does for me,” I said with a smirk, “and besides, we didn’t get off in there. The plan and all that.”
I expected my buddy to jump up and storm out, slamming the door. After all, he’s the good one, the guy who treats girls nice. I’m the one who’s always banging two women at once, leaving used condoms around, and other such nasty shit. So I thought Mace was gonna leave in a huff.
But instead, he nodded slowly.
“Okay,” he growled low in his throat. “Let’s see what there is.”
I goggled a bit before snapping my mouth shut. Seriously? He was gonna go for it? Dude was always telling me what a mofo I was, watching this stuff at work, using a company computer no less. But okay, fine. If he wanted to, then I was game.
“Alright,” I said, flicking to my go-to site. “Let’s see what we have today. Hmmm, MILFs, double penetration, whatever you want, man. What do you feel like? What’s on your menu?”
And coming to stand behind me, the big man put his hand over mine on the mouse. Shit, that was weird, but it felt strangely okay too. Did my friend even know what he was doing? I shot a quick look at him from the corner of my eye, but Mace’s face was intent on the screen, concentrating hard.
“Nah, nah, nah,” he said, scrolling through a couple different channels.
“Slow down,” I protested laughingly. “I could barely even see the girls on that page, you whizzed by so fast.”
But Mace was still intently flipping through different kinks, blue eyes gleaming. And suddenly, he stopped. And once I saw what he was looking at, I stopped too. Because he was on a page for gay dudes, where guys kissed passionately before getting down.
“Um,” I said, trying to joke. “I think you’re on the wrong tube. This is for gay guys.”
My friend was silent behind me, his hand suddenly falling away.
“Mace,” I drawled again. “Any channel. Seriously, any channel, but this is for dudes, not for us.”
He turned away, the expression on his face tortured. And suddenly, the big man swung back to face me, blue eyes blazing.
“This is what I want,” he ground out, devouring my frame. “This is what I want.”
And suddenly, I realized why my friend had been unhappy all these years. Because he was closeted. He’d been sating himself on woman after woman, in fact he’d just licked the juices from a strange female fifteen minutes ago. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more, and right now, he was telling me that that “more” was me.