Page 5 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

“I think that’s everything.” He swings the backpack over his shoulders and turns to leave. “I’ll just… send her the invoice. So um, see you around.” There’s a hint of indecision in his eyes which, to his credit, wander only as far as my chest as he turns to leave. It still makes my cock jolt.

The second the door closes I dart toward the bathroom, my stiff dick leading the way.Of all the times to get turned on… fuck.

If I had a shower in this bathroom I’d use it, but that’s not a perk I enjoy. Lacking any other option, I stand over the toilet and wrap my hand around my shaft, giving it a firm tug.Damn, that feels good.I’m harder than I’ve been in a long time, certainly since moving here, which coincided with a bit of a dry spell. The longest one in my memory, which shouldn’t be surprising since this town, liberal as it is, doesn’t have many gay residents. Only two to my knowledge, and they’re engaged.

Until today, I hadn’t given that much thought. I hadn’t givensexmuch thought. I was too focused on my career to think about anything other than getting this resort back in the black. Now, I’m keenly aware of how long it’s been since I’ve looked at let alone been touched by another man.

What was it about him that set me off? His looks? His touch. Twinks aren’t usually to my taste—despite their lovely faces I tend to find them a little too delicate—but this one is taller and stronger than I’m accustomed to while still having that soft beauty about him, which my body obviously likes. Or was it just my own long-suppressed desires coming to the surface, which were easily drawn out in this situation?

Hell if I know. Unfortunately, the lack of answers are just as frustrating as this ill-timed erection. Now, the only thing on my mind is the green-eyed brunette who gave it to me. That’s inconvenient.Unwanted. Neither of which stops his image from filling my mind as my body finds its release.

I clean up and get dressed feeling fully relaxed for the first time in months. And slightly guilty that my employee helped with that in ways I’m sure neither of us anticipated. With any luck, he’ll assume the shower I mentioned earlier was the remedy for my rogue erection, and we can both pretend it never happened.

Chapter three

Sloan

“Enjoy your night off?” Beck asks as we roll silverware before Murphy’s opens in a half hour.

“Yeah, why?”

“You have this distant look on your face, like your mind is somewhere else. I wondered if you had some fun last night?” He waggles his eyebrows.

The entire town might gossip out of boredom, good-naturedly, but Beck does it to live vicariously through others. As a lifelong resident in a place where everyone still thinks of him as a sweet-faced little boy, most people are too protective of him to include him in their shenanigans, especially knowing his de facto older brother, Cade, or his overprotective mother will hold them accountable. Considering he’s not even old enough to drink, the poor guy must be bored out of his mind, so it’s understandable he fixates on the lives of others.

I feel for the guy—I was the scrawny, awkward underdog myself until I hit my growth spurt senior year of high school. Though I had a big sister who was more prone to corruption than protection, so I hadsomefun

“Nothing exciting. Just weird.”And uncomfortable, intriguing, arousing. Shoot me now.

“What was weird about it?” Lennon, the owner of Murphy’s and my boss, flops into the booth next to me, propping his bare legs and combat boots on an adjacent chair.

My sister Ally, who gets the skirts for him, swears he isn’t Scottish, he just has an adventurous fashion sense. All I know is, if my legs looked that good in a skirt, I might follow suit.

“A client I had yesterday.” Carter’s office flashes in my mind—his voice, that towel, the awkward yet strangely endearing moment we shared.

“Are you blushing? Spill,” Beck demands.

“Well, I was giving a massage, just like normal—” I leave out the part about being in Carter’s office instead of the spa, “—and the guy had a…physical reaction.”

“Physical like…” Lennon prompts.

I gnaw on the inside of my cheek, searching for the best way to answer.

“The firehose was full?” Beck’s eyebrows raise a tad.

“Ya.” That's all I can get out.

“As in… he raised the flagpole?” He makes a little triangle shape with his hands. “Popped a tent?” Beck is grinning like he’s winning charades, and with every confirming nod of my head his eyebrows get a little higher.

Lennon swats at him with a dishrag. Beck sticks out his tongue when he misses.

“So, what did you do?” Beck leans forward the way I’d assume any nosy gay boy would, only I’m not sure if that’s because he’s actually gay or he’s merely curious now that Cade has come out as bi.

“Nothing, he’s a professional,” Lennon answers for me, no doubt trying to curb some of Beck’s enthusiasm. “Right?”

“Right,” I agree, omitting the fact that part of mereallywanted to be unprofessional, just for a minute. “It just took me by surprise. That’s never happened before.”

“That’s the part I find hard to believe.” Lennon chews on the ice from his water. “Don’t guys only get a rub down for the happy endings?”

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