“What’s this?” he asked curiously, reaching for the beverage.
“Mojitos,” Payson replied. “They’re one of my favorites,” he added with a wink. “If you don’t like it, I know a few others. Try it.”
Picking up the drink, Land watched a number of mint leaves swirl around a lime wedge. He eyed Payson as the redhead took a large swig of the drink then licked his lips and hummed happily. Land noticed Payson seemed to do that often when he was happy. It was a good indicator, telling Land his one night stand was a pretty happy-go-lucky guy.
He took a sip of the drink and rolled it around on his tongue. The club soda mellowed the sharpness of the rum. They mixed with the other flavors to create a smooth tangy drink.
“Mm, that’s good,” he commented, taking another, larger swallow.
“Glad you like it. Head down the hall and go through the arched doorway. It’s a media room. Have a seat wherever and I’ll be there in a sec. I’m just gonna grab a few things.”
Land nodded and headed in the direction Payson pointed. The mansion appeared to be done in subtle, earthy tones, which downplayed the wealth of the place nicely. He found the arched doorway and went inside, letting out a low whistle. Payson’s idea of a media room looked a lot like a game or rec room to Land. Yes, there was a massive TV hung on the far wall with several leather sofas clustered around it, but there was also a bar, a pool table, and a foosball table. The question of who Payson really was again crossed his mind. Land dismissed it. It didn’t really matter. He’d go home in the morning and never see the dude again.
Land felt his phone vibrate against his hip. Setting his drink on an end table, he pulled it out and sat down on a couch. He lifted a brow at the plush cushion under his butt. “Nice,” he muttered, lowering his gaze to his display.
Three texts from Larissa.
He quickly pulled up the first one. He frowned upon seeing the words. How the hell could you leave with that ass-hat? He’s a player of the worst sort. And he’s straight!
How did Larissa know Payson was straight? He didn’t act straight or kiss like a straight man. And he sure didn’t have any problem making lewd remarks and acting like he planned to screw him. He promised pleasure. Straight men didn’t do that, did they? Maybe Payson was bi.
He wasn’t certain he even wanted to see the next two, but figured he shouldn’t ignore his only living relative. The next text read—Even if Payson is bisexual, he still wouldn’t be good for a first experience. You need someone patient and understanding. Tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up.
Land frowned. That didn’t make sense either. Payson had been nothing but patient and understanding. Blunt and straightforward, but still patient.
Finally—Land?
Thinking quickly, which seemed to be easy without Payson actually in the room, Land decided what to say. I’m fine. I’ll call you tomorrow.
Then he switched his phone to silent and placed it on the end table. He knew his sister would be pissed about the dismissal, but he wanted to enjoy his evening, and fielding her calls would only ruin the atmosphere Payson seemed to be trying to create, if the sound of Frank Sinatra’s crooning over the sound system was any indicator.
Land smiled around the rim of his tumbler then took another sip of his mojito. Payson was really being sweet. Payson appeared a moment later, carrying a bowl of strawberries in one hand, his cup in the other, and a bottle of chocolate sauce under one arm. He put everything on the end table then pushed the coffee table over a foot so he could kneel at Land’s feet.
“Payson?” Land said uncertainly when Payson placed his hands on his thighs, dangerously close to his groin. Land couldn’t believe he was getting hard again, but seeing this muscular, sexy man before him affected him greatly.
Grinning up at him, Payson murmured, “I promised you more pleasure than alcohol could give you, and I always deliver on my promises, Land. Just relax with your drink and I’ll take care of everything.”
“O-okay,” he replied. Land let his legs fall open when Payson pushed. His breath caught when Payson immediately went for his button and zipper. He just rested his hands there for a second, using his thumbs to massage the bulge of Land’s growing dick. Land fought back a shiver from the contact, desperately hanging on to enough control to keep from rocking his hips.
Finally, Payson opened Land’s pants with one hand, while reaching over and grabbing a strawberry with his other. He held it to Land’s lips. Land opened and bit into the fruit, trying to concentrate enough to chew the sweet berry. Payson placed the stem on a saucer and returned his hand to Land’s now open pants. As he encouraged Land to lift his hips so he could slide them down, Payson leaned forward and swiped his tongue across Land’s chin and caught a dribble of strawberry juice.