This guy was a semi-regular. He liked sex, but this part was the biggest attraction for him—falling asleep next to someone. In fact, that was all he’d been in the mood for tonight. We were both naked, but beyond a little kissing, this was all he wanted.

  Now he was asleep, his breath warm on my skin, and I was wide awake and a thousand miles away. Specifically, in a hotel in… somewhere, with Parker next to me. His head on my chest. His arm slung over my stomach. His hair tickling my nose.

  I knew it wasn’t him. The guy had a different scent, and he was many years older and a few inches smaller than Parker. But the mind was a powerful thing, and as long as I didn’t linger on the differences, I could pretend this was Parker and almost believe it.

  It was stupid. I didn’t question that either.

  Stupid or not, though, I missed him. I’d been secretly grateful tonight’s client was in a cuddly mood instead of a horny one. The more time I spent with Parker, the tougher it was to do my job, and fuck me, but even this part was taking more work than it should have. All I could think was, I should be doing this with him, not you.

  I sighed into the stillness. I missed the sex we had, and I wouldn’t pretend I didn’t, but I missed this part too. Especially tonight. I loved lying next to Parker. There’d been a couple of times where we’d both started to drift off before we’d woken up, remembered ourselves, and gotten up. Staying over wasn’t part of the deal. Those periods where the sex was over, the conversation had faded, and we were dozing in each other’s arms? Oh my God, I loved when that happened. I even caught myself wishing we’d both forget what our arrangement was, and we’d “accidentally” spend the whole night tangled up together.

  That was just…

  God it was stupid. I was definitely losing it when I was not only fantasizing about a client, I was fantasizing about this part.

  Did this mean it was time to think about dating again? Bryce and I had broken up… What? A year ago? Something like that. I’d had hookups and clients since then, but lately I’d started craving the quieter moments.

  That had to be it. Clearly it was time to put myself out there for more than just sex. Navigating the dating world as a sex worker could be a challenge, since God knew some guys really didn’t like dating a whore (or, more to the point, sharing), but the sooner I reactivated my various profiles, the sooner I’d connect with someone.

  So why did thinking about that just make me tired? Diving back into the dating pool sounded about as appealing as going back to Capitol OUT. There was nothing I wanted on that dancefloor or on Tinder or at Wilde’s or on Grindr.

  I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to find it there.

  Sighing, I absently stroked his hair, and when he murmured and shifted a little, I had a jolt of panic, as if I’d actually forgotten this wasn’t Parker. That he was a client, but not that client.

  My heart pounded as I rested my hand on his back. He stilled again.

  And my mind just kept whirring.

  I didn’t want to meet anyone else right now. There was one man who sent a zing of excitement and anticipation through me, and he was in California.

  At least he’d be back soon. It had been a long road trip—the Breakers had been gone for almost two weeks—and Parker would be home in a couple of days. We’d spend tonight and tomorrow night apart, and then he’d be back, and even though he hadn’t booked anything, I had a feeling I’d see him sooner than later.

  I hoped I was right.

  I know I’m losing my damned mind.

  But I miss you, Parker.

  Chapter 21

  Parker

  Wright and some of the other guys were going to the hotel bar to wind down. They’d invited me, but I’d bowed out under the pretense of being tired and maybe turning in early. Tonight’s game had been intense as hell, so no one questioned me.

  The second the door shut behind Wright, I had my phone out and sent a FaceTime request to Cole. He answered immediately—we’d been texting back and forth, waiting for my roommate to fucking go already—and I grinned as I leaned against the headboard.

  “Hey.” He grinned, lounging on his own bed like I was. “Did your roommate finally take off?”

  I nodded. “Ugh. I love the guy, but like dude…” I motioned toward the door. “Go.”

  Cole laughed, which suddenly made that frustrating wait all worth it. He was hot as hell, but that smile screwed with me like nothing else. “How long do you think he’ll be gone?”

  “At least an hour or so.”

  His eyebrow flicked up. “Oh yeah?”

  “Mmhmm. He and the guys are just downstairs in the hotel bar, but they’re not usually in a big hurry to bail if there’s booze involved.”

  “Do they really drink that much while they’re on the road? I mean, being athletes and all?”

  “Nah, but this is kind of cheat night. They’ll eat some bar food, have a few drinks, and call it a day.” I shrugged. “After the game, I think we’re all negative calories anyway, so…”

  He chuckled. “I don’t doubt it. That was a hell of a game.”

  My heart jumped. “You watched?”

  Maybe it was just the screen, but I was pretty sure he actually blushed, and that was seriously cute. “I hung out with a friend earlier who likes hockey.” His grin made my skin tingle. “I’m not going to say no to watching you throw down on the ice.”

  “Damn. Too bad I wasn’t scuffling with anyone tonight.”

  “Well, no, but you’ll also be home in two days.” He winked. “I’d just as soon your mouth was still in working order, you feel me?”

  I gulped. “Uh-huh. I feel you.”

  “That’s what I thought. In the meantime, since you’re alone…” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I bet I can drive you wild.”

  “I know you can. But what do you have in mind?”

  His grin screwed with my pulse all over again. “How about if I get started, and you tell me to stop if it’s not what you want to watch?”

  Watch? Started? Oh, well, now I was intrigued.

  I gulped. “Sure. Yeah. Show me what you’ve got.”

  Cole winked. Then the screen blurred as he moved, and when it stilled, he was setting up his phone on what must have been his nightstand. Once it was situated, he got up, and though he was partway out of the frame, I could see him stripping off his clothes.

  I glanced at the door. Even with my headphones in, I was sure someone would hear Cole, but that was stupid. Only I could hear him.

  I wouldn’t dare jack off, though. Not when Wright could come strolling into the room at any moment. At least if he came in now, I could play it as if Cole and I had just been chatting. The covers would conceal my hard-on, and Cole could easily switch to a casual conversation. I didn’t need Wright to walk in and find me frantically pulling up the covers and shoving a pillow into my lap.

  So I’d behave, and I’d watch, and—

  Oh, wow, what was he conjuring up?

  In my moment of distraction, Cole had reclined across his bed, giving me a seriously hot view, almost as if I were kneeling between his thighs and getting ready to push into him in the missionary position. That alone had me out of breath.

  And that was before he pulled the toy into the frame.

  It was purple plastic, long as hell, and about as thick has his cock or mine.

  “Holy crap!” I yelped. “That thing is like eighteen inches long!”

  Cole chuckled, resting the toy on his chest as he opened a bottle of lube. “That’s so I have something to hold on to.” He gestured at the dildo and grimaced. “If I took that whole thing, I’d need medical attention.”

  I laughed, which made me realize I’d forgotten to breathe. “Okay. I was about to get some serious performance anxiety.”

  “No, no. None of that.” He shook his head. “Yours isn’t lacking at all. And I mean…” He held up the dildo. “I don’t think any guy has enough blood to keep a dick that big going without passing out.”

  Laughing again, I nodded. “No, probably not.”

  He winked. Then he put the toy aside and poured some lube on his hand. Looking at me through the camera, he said, “I thought I’d show you what I’ve been doing when I’ve been thinking of you lately.”

  So much for remembering to breathe. The fact that he thought about me when I wasn’t around was enough to blow my mind. And what he was doing…?

  He reached between his spread legs and started teasing his ass. Before long, he pressed a couple of fingers inside, and the low groan he released drove an, “Oh, wow…” from my lips. He mesmerized me. The view of his fingers penetrating his ass. The quiet moans and soft curses. The way his back arched and his teeth dug into his lower lip.

  “You want to watch more of this?” he asked breathlessly. “Or should I…?” He nodded toward the toy.

  This can get hotter? Oh hell.

  I licked my inexplicably dry lips. “More. The toy.”

  Cole grinned. Moistening his own lips, he withdrew his fingers and reached for the toy. I watched, still hypnotized and struggling to hold the phone still, as he coated the toy in lube.

  And then…

  Oh, yeah.

  He spread his thighs wider and let the tip of the toy just slide into him. Then ran it around his hole. Inside. Around. Again and again. I held my breath, tense with frustration as if he were teasing me, not himself.

  Just put it in already!

  When he pressed it in for the dozenth time, I was ready for him to take it back out, but no, he pushed it in deeper. He took the toy the same way he took my dick when he bottomed—slowly. In a little, out, in a little more, out. Usually I was caught up in how turned on I was at the feeling of sliding deeper inside him, but this time, I had nothing to distract me from the sight of the toy pushing into him.

  Watching him slide the toy in and out of his ass was… I couldn’t even comprehend how sexy and erotic it was. This kind of thing had never done anything for me when I’d watched porn, but somehow knowing it was Cole—knowing I’d fucked that beautiful ass and would again—made this ridiculously hot.

  I gripped my phone tighter. With my other hand, I held on to the comforter, digging my fingers in as I fought the urge to touch myself.

  “Fuck.” Cole’s head fell back, and he bit his lip. “God, I wish this was you.”

  I couldn’t help whimpering.

  “When you’re back in town,” he murmured breathlessly, “I want your dick.” He pushed the toy in and moaned. His voice was deliciously strained as he said, “God, Parker. I want you just like this.”

  Oh, fuck. Not touching myself was about to be a moot point.

  “Unless…” He licked his lips and gazed right at me with heavy-lidded eyes as he moved the toy slowly in and out of his hole. “Unless you want to be on the bottom.”

  My eyes went right to the toy. Right to the way it was stretching him and penetrating him, and I couldn’t resist rubbing a hand over my clothed cock and balls. “Y-yeah. I do. I want to top you, but that…”

  “Anything you want,” he breathed. “I’ll take anything you want to give me, or I’ll fuck you into the mattress. Your…” He shivered as he started to withdraw the toy again. “Your choice.”

  “I want you on top,” I said quickly. But… I also wanted… And there was… How was I supposed to decide? Because this was a million fantasies all at once. Imagining my dick in place of that toy. Imagining it was my ass getting slowly fucked. Watching Cole on the brink. Wishing he was fucking me to that brink, or that I was riding him into oblivion. Just…so many things I wanted. So many that I couldn’t pin down exactly what we should do first. As long as we got naked, and someone was getting penetrated…all good.

  And as long as Cole was coming. Just the thought of him getting off had my balls tightening, and I groaned.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” he teased. “You getting turned on?”

  “Oh yeah,” I rasped. “Can you come like that?”

  “With you watching me?” Cole licked his lips and grinned. “You better believe it. That what you want? To watch me come?”

  I wanted to feel him come. I wanted him to be balls deep in me when he came, or clenching around me, or… “Yeah.” I nodded because this was all we could do right now. I flicked a cautious glance toward the hotel room door, which was still securely shut. “I want to watch you come.”

  He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his head back into the pillow, and his hands were moving so fast now, they blurred. The flush in his face and neck deepened. My head spun faster, which may have been because I’d forgotten to breathe.

  Silently begging my roommate to stay downstairs a little longer, I murmured, “Yeah, that’s hot.”

  Cole moaned so quietly the phone barely picked it up, but the sound gave me fresh goose bumps anyway. Then his hips bucked, and he pushed the toy in and held it there as he gave his cock a few more frantic pumps, and when he came, I released my breath as if I were the one whose cum was landing all over his taut, quivering abs.

  He sank back onto the bed, hands and knees shaking as he took in deep gulps of air.

  I did the same against the headboard, genuinely surprised I hadn’t come too. “Whoa.”

  “Uh-huh.” Cole withdrew the toy and set it aside. Gazing up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, he grinned. “Thought you’d enjoy that.”

  “Oh yeah. I definitely did.”

  He ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip. “Does this mean you’re going to jump my bones as soon as you see me?”

  “You better believe it.”

  “Perfect.” His eyes fluttered closed and he exhaled. Then he glanced down at himself. “I, um… Should probably…” He gestured at the cum and the toy.

  “Right. And I should do something about”—I nodded downward—“before my roommate gets back.”

  “Good plan.” He winked. “See you soon?”

  “As soon as possible,” I breathed. “I—” I hesitated, catching myself before “I miss you” slipped off my lips. “I can’t wait to see you.”

  “Same. And it won’t be much longer, thank God.”

  My heart fluttered. “No kidding. I’ll, um… I’ll let you go. I’ll text as soon as I’m on the ground.”

  “Looking forward to it.”

  We ended the call, and I indulged in a couple of deep breaths just to slow my spinning head. Then I hurried into the bathroom so I could take care of this hard-on in the privacy of the shower, just in case my roommate decided to call it an early night.

  I piled my clothes on the counter, not caring that they were in a rumpled heap. As I waited for the shower to warm up, I gave myself a few slow pulls, biting back a groan. Though the game had taken a lot out of me tonight, and by all rights I shouldn’t have been able to get it up, never mind get off, I was steel-hard and dying to come. I was genuinely surprised I hadn’t come in my pants just watching Cole fuck himself on the toy, and now I needed to get off. Like ASAP. If this shower didn’t hurry the hell up, then fuck it, I’d do it right here, because I couldn’t wait.

  The water was finally hot, and I stepped in. The spray had barely hit my back before I braced a hand against the cool wall, closed my eyes, and let all the images of tonight’s FaceTime roll through my mind as I pumped myself hard. It took seconds. I had never been a minuteman aside from those first couple of times with Cole, but tonight, I was. Or was I? After all, I’d been rock hard for however long Cole had been teasing me, so maybe—fuck, whatever. All I knew was I only needed like two seconds of stroking before I just kept myself from groaning with relief as I finally came.

  Head spinning, heart pounding, knees shaking, I pressed my forehead against my arm and tried to catch my breath.

  Even now, still dizzy from that much-needed orgasm, I couldn’t get tonight’s video chat out of my mind. Cole was so sexy anyway, and this had been a mix of ridiculously hot and painfully frustrating. Like watching a porno, but knowing I could touch the gorgeous man on the screen…eventually.

  After seeing him tonight, I wanted him even more than before, and that said something. I was hooked on him, and there was no point in pretending I wasn’t. Jesus, I wanted to be there with the toy forgotten and my cock all the way inside his tight hole and driving those moans out of him. Or him doing to me what he’d done to himself with the toy. Whatever. Just…gimme.

  Sighing, I stepped back into the falling water and closed my eyes. Soon. I’d be home soon, and that fantasy would be real.

  Assuming I didn’t lose my mind between now and then.

  Chapter 22

  Cole

  “Oh my God.” I dropped onto Parker’s rumpled bed, sweating and trembling. “Wow.”

  He collapsed beside me on his stomach, breathing as hard as I was. “Fuck. Wow is right.”

  I grinned drunkenly. I’d been here all of ten minutes, and we’d wasted no time getting naked. The second I’d walked through his front door, he’d kissed me, and he’d pleaded against my lips for me to get the hell out of my pants and fuck him.

  I had. Dear God, I had. It’d been fast and furious, a quickie to end all quickies, but after not seeing him for two weeks, I’d been as eager as he was. Some making out, some prep, and then I’d been balls deep in him until we’d both come so loud his neighbors would probably complain.

  After I’d caught my breath and the room had stopped spinning, I sat up. “Be right back.” I kissed his temple, then clumsily rolled to my feet. My legs were still unsteady, but I managed to get into the bathroom without staggering too much. Once I’d gotten rid of the condom and washed my hands, I came back, and Parker was starting to catch his breath.

  Before I could join him in bed, he sat up, swaying a little. “I’m sweaty as hell. Want to grab a shower?”

  Like I was going to say no to anything that involved being naked with him. “A shower sounds good.”

  We were both unsteady on our feet, but that was okay—it was a convenient excuse to lean on each other in between rinsing off all the sweat and cum. And as long as we were leaning, there was nothing wrong with some lazy kissing, was there?