Page 12 of Milked

“Uhm…”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just used to being naked. Models are often naked in front of groups of people and each other. They poke and prod you, touching you in places that make you feel uncomfortable, but you’re never allowed to complain, or else you’ll never work again. You have to say ‘yes’ to everything. Hours are grueling. You’re never fed… Basically, models are just living, breathing hangers.” Finn huffed a laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say all that.”

“Why do you do it, then? You don’t seem to need the money.”

“While grueling and lonely, and you have no real friends, I love the work, and as I said, I love the attention. Runways are my favorite, though rough. But you get to travel the world, meet famous people, and be gorgeous. In a way, I’ve been immortalized in magazine spreads. Right now, I’m on a break to get some physical and mental rest.”

“Aren’t you worried you’ll lose your job?”

“Weareallowed to take breaks now and then.”

I huffed a self-deprecating laugh. “Right… stupid of me.”

He rested his chin on my shoulder, still standing at my back and looking at me in the mirror. His body against my back was so hot to the touch, like he just emitted heat. I really liked him touching me, but I worried my dick would react and he would notice.

“You could be a model yourself, Ryder.”

I smiled shyly and shook my head. “Nah, that’s not for me. Working in a club is so different from how my life used to be, and that’s good enough.”

His hands rested on my hips, still looking at me so intently in the mirror that I had to glance away.

“Get undressed and put those swim trunks on. Hurry now. I want to get into the water.”

With a deep breath, I pulled off my jeans and kicked them away. Then, without overthinking it, I pulled off my boxer briefs.

I quickly glanced in the mirror to see Finn not looking at me, giving me much-needed privacy before I promptly tugged on the swim trunks.

When they were on, he turned back to face me and reached around, adjusting the shorts. I closed my eyes and willed my cock to behave when he inserted his long fingers underneath the legs of the shorts, all the way up between my thighs and sac. His fingers grazed my nuts for a second before tugging and adjusting the fabric.

God, I swore, I couldn’t find any breath, desperate for oxygen.

“Just as I thought. They look fucking perfect on you.”

I wanted to ask Finn if he was interested in me. Or had he just touched me unintentionally? Why would he even be interested in me? It had to be the model in him. As he said, he was used to being touched like that and being naked around others. It was probably nothing, along with my buzzed brain.

“We have towels in a warmer outside by the pool,” he said, stepping away and grabbing my hand again.

This time, my breath hitched when he threaded our fingers together.

Strangely, by the time we came outside to the pool area, everyone was gone—not one party straggler remained. Even Mr. Porter couldn’t be found.

A staff member stepped up to Finn and gave a nod. “Can I get you and Mr. Jennings anything?” he asked.

“Can you bring us two tumblers ofJameson 18-Year-Old Limited, neat, and two bottles of water, please?”

The man gave a single nod again and walked off to get our order.

Finn sat on the edge of the pool, dangling his legs in the water. I sat next to him. The water was surprisingly refreshing, but not so cold that you had to get used to it.

The server returned shortly after, handing us our tumblers of whiskey.

“Thank you,” Finn told him. “We won’t need anything else.”

When the man walked off, Finn and I clinked glasses. I took a sip as the burn from the alcohol went down. It was fairly smooth, but I wasn’t used to drinking hard liquor. I was generally a beer man.

Finn tossed his back like a shot, and I did the same, not wanting to fall behind. Then he stood and dove into the pool.

“Come in!” he yelled when his head popped above the surface.

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