Page 26 of Jace 4Ever
Jace wasn’t very open about certain things, like who he was before this. He was also very scared of trusting me. It killed me that he was so skittish around me, because I found him charming and endearing. He was just the nicest person, and the fact that he had a body I could cling to was a bonus. His skin was so soft, and I could run my fingers through his hair all day long.
Christ, he’d walked into the bedroom on Sunday night wearing a black lace garter and nylon thigh highs and I’d almost come right there. Fucking him with those on was next level. I was pretty sure my balls shriveled and died after pumping myself dry inside him. Even after, when we’d just lain together, the sensation of those legs in nylon made my dick rise for a second round. Which Jace swallowed wholeheartedly.
The things that man did to me should be illegal. But I was really glad they weren’t.
Still he held back. I didn’t press, though. I wanted him to learn to trust me. Maybe keeping my word about the money would help a little toward that.
“Money transfer? ACH?”
“I’ll get all of the information for that when I see him again on Wednesday.”
“Good. I’ll also send him the writing contract. I’m going to just pay off Jeremy.” Max sighed. “I really hate stiffing you two that twenty percent. I know he hated the damn project and did his best, though.”
“No, absolutely pay him his due. He did what he could with that mess.”
“Never ever using random fanfic again,” Max grumbled.
“Not a good idea.” The chair groaned as I leaned back. “We have plot outlines for five and six, so make sure that this is going to work.”
Max looked astonished. “You do?”
“Oh yeah. It was amazing what we were able to work out. When we’re filming, there are certain parts that just have to stay in, no question. But I’ll talk to everyone about that when we’re on set. This is going to be amazing, Max. We have at least two more solid movies and if we’re tired of making them, we can set them up to be taken over by Xanthippe and her future love interest.”
“You need to write more.” He patted the pile of papers and smiled.
“I plan to. And I plan on writing a gay love story.”
“I want that script.” Max leaned forward. “We can’t keep pussyfooting around the LGBTQ audiences, and reality. We need good solid gay and lesbian and more love stories.”
“Glad you’re on board.”
“Damn straight.” He paused. “Or would that be damn gay?”
The laugh came out as a snort as my phone rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and to my shock it was Luis Cervantes, from Up Down Left Right. I held up a finger to pause Max’s thoughts and answered the phone. “Powers.”
“Nelson, it’s Luis. Hi. We have a serious situation. Do you have your plane available?”
I sat up straight in the chair. “What’s going on?”
“Uriah and the kids have been kidnapped and we need to go get them.”
“It’s at Teterboro, that good?”
There was some rustling and shouting behind him and he finally came back. “Yes, we have cars on the way to take us.”
“I’ll call and get it fueled and meet you there.”
“You don’t have come with us,” he said.
“Bullshit. My plane, my rules. Where are we heading? I’ll get the pilot to file the plans.”
“Troy, New York.”
“I’ll be waiting.” I tapped the call-end button and looked at Max. “I have to go. Emergency with friends. I will get you all the information for the transfer as soon as I can.”
Max nodded as I ran for the door. I called the airport and the private hangar, and by the time my Lyft appeared at the door, I had already spoken to the fuel supplier and was waiting to hear who in the private pool was going to take the pilot position so I could give them the destination. Turned out, it was one of my favorites, Thomas Johns, and he had the FAA paperwork up and filed by the time we hit the tunnel.
I left the Lyft driver a huge cash tip and ran into the hangar. Thomas was halfway through the preflight check, and his copilot was supervising fuel delivery. “We’re good, Mister Powers. I know you keep her in shape. This is all just paperwork right now.”
