AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It had been eleven years since I’d taken off from New York like my feet were on fire and almost five since I’d last seen Preston.
He’d been broken and bleeding inside thanks to that fucking bitch of a woman who’d been responsible for giving life to his tender heart. Half of me wished Dad would leave her so I could have more time with him, but somehow he was happy. I couldn’t take that from him.
Preston and I had stood on the cobbled sidewalk beside his Audi, my hands fisted so I wouldn’t reach for him.
And those goddamned emeralds with the hint of gold around his pupils that peered at me like I hung the stars in the sky?
I groaned before shuddering out a breath as one last spurt emptied from my balls into the rubber encasing my dick.
“You with me?” Andy’s familiar voice jolted me back to reality.
I heaved a heavy exhale, nodding. “Yeah. You were amazing as always,” I claimed.
He smiled up at me, rumpled and sleepy as I imagined Preston would be after?—
Nope.
Thinking about him was only allowed while fucking clients. After that? The forbidden desires inside me got squashed flat as a pancake so I wouldn’t spiral like a damned fool wanting things I shouldn’t and couldn’t have.
With Andy, the pleasure came a little easier than with others though. He was by far my favorite client of Elite Escort’s gay branch, since all but the dark hair atop his head reminded me of the man I was still crazy about.
I lowered some of my weight on Andy’s slender body, enjoying how his legs clutched at me and hands ran down my spine and back up again.
“Have you changed your mind about dating outside work?”
I chuckled at his question before planting a gentle peck on his pouty lips. “No, but if I did, you’d be the first man I’d call.”
While I adored the kid—not really a kid at twenty-five—I didn’t do relationships.
Hard. Stop.
My heart had been claimed by a pimply redhead when I’d been sixteen, and there was no one who could ever replace him.
It had taken me over a year in New York to figure I’d fallen head over heels for Preston, and I’d settled that truth in my head. But I’d also accepted the fact that we could never be.
I dreamed about the picket fences and children we could have had together though. Every goddamned night.
Why that winged bastard with the bow was cruel to me yet gifted Jacqueline the kind of love read about in fairy tales, I didn’t know. Sure didn’t make sense, nor was it fair.
Preston deserved to be outwardly adored and thoroughly loved on for all he’d endured in his life, but last I’d heard through the grapevine of Dad, he wasn’t dating either.
At least I’d been there for three years of high school with him, protecting him whenever someone gave him shit for his cracking voice, blemished skin, and small stature, never mind Nancy, whose transition hadn’t been private due to the richness of her ex-wife’s family.
Fuck, how I’d soaked up whenever Preston had run to me and slammed into my chest, his long, elegant fingers clutching at me. I’d fucking loved being his safe place. Those same hands I could still see running over the piano’s keys whenever Jacqueline and Dad were out of town.
I used to sit for hours listening to him play, lost in a fog of fiction and fantasy where we would make out against the baby grand before I carried him upstairs to my bedroom. Stripped down, he would peer up at me from my bed, reaching for me. Begging?—
“Hey.” Palms ran over my damp hair before cupping my cheeks.
I blinked open my eyes to find Andy peering up at me with concern. “Where’d you go just now?”
“Nowhere important,” I lied as reality crashed into me like a mudslide, churning unpleasant emotions inside my chest. With one last kiss, I held the base of the condom and slid out of his warm clasp.
Back to business and reality. “You okay?” I checked in when Andy winced over the sudden emptiness.
“Yeah. Just gonna be sore for a few days.”
I huffed a laugh, knowing he loved that shit. It was why he booked with me every couple of weeks. He wasn’t a talker, and I wasn’t nosey, but I’d learned a few things about my favorite client.
