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I, for one, was ready for some privacy.
We said goodbye to everyone at the bar, sharing hugs and warm best wishes all around, and I took the opportunity to rag on Zack a bit about his upcoming client he’d lucked out with in getting a five-day vacation.
“Enjoy yourself, man,” I said, once more giving him a bro hug.
“I always do.”
I grinned in knowing he held a similar attitude as I had in escorting. Easy dick and ass, great pay, without any drama or hassle.
But I wouldn’t trade Preston and the future ahead of us for anything in the world and hoped that Zack would find the same someday. He was a great guy and deserved happiness like I’d found.
Since I had a shit ton of free time ahead of me, he quietly insisted when no one paid us attention that I visit the shelter he volunteered at. Zack had always been quiet about his past, and aside from his telling me he’d grown up in Rhode Island, I didn’t know much else.
But his eyes when he talked about the run-down building on its last leg, struggling to make ends meet for the hundreds that came through its doors every year?
Yeah.
That place meant a great deal to him, and I’d promised to check it out. Secretly, I would donate whatever money they required to make sure they continued to provide for those who needed a roof over their heads and food in their bellies.
Preston and I took the elevator up to the sixteenth floor alone after saying our goodbyes, our hands clasped, shoulders pressed tightly together. Silence once more filled the mental box, but we were both talked out. It had been a long six hours between the party then downtime at the bar with our friends, and I was ready to collapse. I couldn’t imagine how beat Preston must be.
“Shower?” I asked once I locked ourselves in our suite.
“Yeah, then I want to pass out in your arms.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me.”
Preston stood still as I undressed him, black Tom Ford suit in a heap where it landed. Stripped to his freckled, pale skin, he watched me as I yanked off my clothes, tossing each item atop his on the bathroom’s floor.
He sighed, the appreciation in his gaze swelling my ego and my dick.
“He might be up for it,” I said assuring him, “but I’m not. I just want to shower to rid the stench of rich snobs off my skin and fall asleep beside you.”
“Thank fuck,” he muttered, taking my hand when I held it out.
I led him into the shower and cared for him, making quick work of washing myself afterward.
Less than ten minutes later, we spooned in bed, his warm back pressed to my chest. I hummed in contentment, closing my eyes and breathing in the sweet scent of vanilla and spice.
“Thank you for being my rock,” he murmured, already on the verge of sleep.
“Thank you for loving me,” I responded, smiling against his damp hair.
“Easily done.”
“Same,” I whispered and kissed the top of his head.
Preston drifted off within seconds, and I allowed my thoughts to roam in the past.
My first trip into Manhattan, the chaos it had created in my mind regardless of Dad’s assurance that everything would be okay, then meeting the young kid who would end up proving Dad’s words correct.
I was going to miss the fuck out of my old man, but I had plenty of memories to tide me over until we met again in whatever afterlife there might be.
In the meantime, I would focus on pleasing my lover resting in my arms as we walked the path before us.
I prayed it would be a long and fruitful one, because like Preston, I still had plenty of dreams and fantasies to fulfill.
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