Page 5 of The Broker

“I bought the man a skimpy new swimsuit,” Isaac answered with an innocent shrug of his shoulders. He picked up his drink and took a sip.

Isaac was right. The suit was skimpy and could barely contain all of Jared’s manhood. But who was really complaining?

All around the pool, rich and powerful men followed Jared with their gaze, eye fucking the shit out of him as he walked by.

Once he reached the edge, Jared dove in and resurfaced on the opposite side of the pool. Water ran down the man’s neatly buzzed hair—perfect military cut as always.

Army grunt was his persona. Guests loved watching him dance on stage in his army boots and camouflage pants until stripping down to nothing more than a jockstrap and a fake assault rifle. People went nuts for the uber-masculine, army hero fantasy that he leaned into every night while dancing on stage.

Who didn’t want to suck the dick of a hero or get railed by him inside a dirty bathroom stall?

Men’s fantasies were many, and it was their job to make them all come true—within reason, of course. While Matteo supported sexual exploration and being one’s self, he did not support the degradation of his staff or any sort of behavior that might injure or offend any of the parties involved.

Right now, everyone was getting a glimpse of the “buff army dude trying to cool off in a pool” fantasy experience.

Jared wiped the excess water from his eyes, then slowly opened them.

Isaac let out a chuckle. It was faint and controlled. He didn’t want to give anything away… just yet.

From across the pool, he watched as Jared’s face changed from confused to worried, then to pissed.

“Isaac!!” Jared shouted, turning immediately toward the now laughing hyena.

Once he caught sight of Isaac, his eyes flashed red before jumping out of the pool naked, giving everyone an eyeful of man-ass and flopping cock.

He quickly covered his wiener with his hands, trying to shield it from the thirsty stares being thrown around the pool. Hisswimsuit had completely disintegrated when the material hit the water.

Jared’s angry eyes homed in on Isaac.

“Shit! Gotta run, boys!” Isaac squealed before jumping out of his chair and running off into the gardens like his ass was on fire.

“You better run, boy!” Jared hollered before taking off after Isaac himself.

Levi and Chase burst into a fit of laughter as they watched the naked beefcake run past them, cock flopping against his legs as he chased after his prey.

Isaac could barely run—he was laughing so hard. He had to stop and catch his breath, which hurt while laughing. He bent over, hands resting on his knees, as he tried to breathe in between bouts of laughter.

Seeing the look on Jared’s face had been priceless. And the fact that it only took him a second to realize who was the culprit behind the gag gave Isaac a warm and tingly feeling in his chest.

The sound of dick flopping against thighs alerted Isaac to Jared’s nearing presence.God, he loved that sound.

“You little shit!” Jared growled, charging full speed ahead and barreling right into him.

It felt like he had been hit by a freight train traveling at two hundred kilometers an hour. A very sexy and naked freight train.

His body went flying, landing with a thud against the grass and an angry man-beast on top of him.

Isaac screamed with laughter, which of course, pissed Jared off even more. It was like waving a red flag in front of the face of a bull—Isaac’s laughter was that flag.

Jared growled as he tried to grab hold of the laughing boy, but his massive paws kept slipping as Isaac squirmed in his arms. Thank God for slippery sunscreen.

Isaac laughed even harder.

“You think this is funny?” Jared shouted, finally grabbing hold of Isaac’s chuckling body and pinning him to the ground.

The sun shone behind Jared’s bulky body, giving the man an almost god-like appearance as he hovered over Isaac.Zeus? Or was it Hercules? Which one was the god with all the muscles and growly face? Either way, the man had his own backlighting and looked like a god, ready to smite his conniving ass back to hell.

Staring up at the seething hunk of muscle, it didn’t surprise Isaac that even pissed, Jared still looked handsome. The man had won the gene pool lottery. He had that strong jawline, smoldering brown eyes, and perfectly formed lips. They were the kind of lips that were masculine yet knew how to be soft and gentle, especially when feasting on someone’s body—not that Isaac would know. He’d never had the pleasure of being the main course of one of Jared’s meals.

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