Page 32 of The Boss
“At his mansion in the Hamptons.”
“Shit. Is it nice?”
Conall shoved himself off the bed and walked closer to the wide window. He stared out to the garden. “It’s fucking gorgeous.”
“You lucky bastard.”
“Lucky?” His fist curled beside his hip. It was Terrance’s fault he was in this predicament to begin with. “I take Killough’s nine-inch cock into my arse. Do you know what a nine-inch, hard-as-fuck cock feels like in your arse while he’s pounding you, Terrance? No, you don’t, so shut the hell up.”
He was met with silence for a short moment. He didn’t think Terrance was going to answer, but then the idiot opened his big mouth like he usually did. “Killough’s cock is nine inches?” He whistled. “I thought he’d be big.”
“Did you want to come here and be his pet and find out firsthand? Because that’s what you signed me up for.”
Terrance made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a chortled laugh. Conall vowed to kill him when he saw him next. “He wanted you. I would have taken one for the team if he’d chosen me.”
“You’re a fucking liar. You wouldn’t know what to do with a cock in your arse.”
“Yeah, well, unlike you, I don’t fancy men.”
Conall closed his eyes, inwardly praying for strength. He was definitely going to kill him. “I liked fucking guys, not being fucked.”
“You’re still there, so it couldn’t have been too bad.”
“My arse always feels like it’s on fire,” he said nonchalantly.
“But do you enjoy it?”
Conall gritted his teeth. There was no way in hell he’d admit to Terrance that yes, he did enjoy Killough’s cock in his arse, and the way Killough held him down, drilling into his hole and hitting the most sensitive part of his body. “How’s the Virtue?”
“Hah. We’re doing amazing. Our profits have doubled since Tormey started staying here. He gave me some tips on how to bring in more regulars.”
“What?” A sharp sting of annoyance shot through him. “What did he do?”
“It was more than just one thing. He implemented a well-thought-out plan. We’ve raised our prices, too. The whores received some training of their own on how to conduct themselves. It’s been brilliant.”
“Oh.” A stupid part of him thought Terrance would beg him to come back, that he’d be lost without his partnership, but that had been flushed down the toilet in 3.2 seconds.Fuck. That only made him angrier at Killough for taking him away from his home and business.
“I think Forrest is smitten with him.”
“What do you mean?” Conall’s fist curled tighter against his side, and his other hand gripped the phone against his ear until his bones creaked, hoping he’d heard wrong.
“He’s got a crush on him. Tormey says jump, Forrest asks how high.”
“Good for him.” He sounded more bitter than he’d meant to.
“Are you jealous?”
“Fuck no.” He was, but not in the way Terrance thought. Forrest had been spectacular in bed, but Conall had never been in love with him. He was jealous of how easily he’d been replaced, as though he’d meant nothing to the people in the hotel. Did they even realize he was gone?
“Sounds like you are.” Terrance’s voice had become increasingly annoying, and even though Conall had been excited to talk to his brother, he was suddenly regretting ever picking up the phone.
“You can think whatever the hell you want. I just called to tell you you’re a prick for making me Killough’s toy.”
His brother cleared his throat. “Listen, Killough would have killed us. It was the only way to save our arse.”
As much as Conall hated to admit it, Terrance had a point. Killough would have killed them, and not in the most pleasant way, either. Just thinking about what he did to Harold made Conall cringe.
“Is it that bad?” Terrance asked.
