Bad Boy Billionaires 3 : The Vegas Shark(31)

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."

Treston covered his mouth with both hands and stopped breathing for a second.