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I ordered a double roast beef sandwich, two orders of curly fries, an apple turnover, and a chocolate shake. I ate some of the fries and sipped on the shake while I waited for the sandwich to be done. Going from the frigid temperatures outside to the warm bus, then back out in the cold, and into the warm restaurant, had made my fingertips feel as though they were on fire. Before I left the fast-food place, I wrapped some napkins around the shake so it wouldn’t be so cold.
It was just after midnight when I turned onto my street. Given the weather and the aches that had already set in, I was actually looking forward to getting inside. By the time I closed and locked the door behind me, those napkins hadn’t done much to combat the cold. I went straight to my room, flipped on my light, and set the bag of food on my dresser before I peeled the soggy napkins away from the cup. My hands were cold, and the ends of my fingers were hot. I hate Denver winters.
I’d just unzipped my puffer coat when Mills appeared in my doorway. Mills was my landlord of sorts. He operated differently than most conventional landlords. Anyone who stayed here worked for him too. He basically told all of us where to be and who we were spending time with. He knew how much we were supposed to receive after each job, and he expected at minimum that amount. If we were short the monthly rent, it was up to us to figure out how to come up with the rest of it. Others called him a pimp, but I slept better at night calling him my landlord.
We were all in shitty situations, running from something and had no better options. It was either be homeless and hungry or do whoever he said. I couldn’t use my real identity anymore, so getting a legit job, earning a paycheck, and maintaining a bank account wasn’t an option for me. I had to pay a small fortune for a driver’s license with a fictitious name that was passable at first glance.
“I know you’re not prancing home with a bag stuffed with expensive fast food when you still owe me four hundred for the month,” Mills said sarcastically as he leaned on the doorframe to my room.
“Not at all.” I pulled out six hundred that I had separated earlier from the money Norman gave me. I never wanted Mills to see how much I had. I handed him the cash and smiled while he counted it.
“Nice. Thanks for the extra, Sky. I knew you’d come through. Saturday nights are your lucky nights it seems.”
“Yeah. Some dudes pay pretty well to get a little guy action as long as they can keep it a secret from their wives.”
“That’s why I let you stay. You’re one of my best earners. Don’t forget Monday comes quickly. Enjoy your day off tomorrow.” Mills reached for the doorknob and pulled my door closed, leaving me alone.
I grabbed my bag of food and the shake, then sat on my bed to eat and watch TV. I leaned back against the wall and plucked my remote up from the shelf on my headboard and turned the TV on. While I happily ate the roast beef and fries, I channel-surfed and settled on a replay of an Avalanche game. Once all the food was gone, my eyelids started to get heavier. I could just fall asleep right here, except my aching ass was really starting to bother me in this position.
Reluctantly, I got off the bed, tossed the empty bag and cup away, then changed out of my clothes. But before I went to bed, I made sure the rest of the money from Norman was still in the inside pocket of my coat. I hung it up in the closet and then took my bottle of ibuprofen out of the nightstand. I poured four into my palm and chased them with some water from a plastic bottle I kept on the nightstand.
I got into bed and instantly closed my eyes. I thought about my time with Norman tonight and was satisfied. The money was just a perk. It felt good to be able to spend time with someone who I thought wanted to be around me. All week I was with people who used me and tossed money at me, but Norman was different. Granted, he left money for me also, but I really thought he liked spending time with me. I saw him weekly, and he wouldn’t want to spend time together if he didn’t enjoy it.
I started to get hard as I pictured those two guys Mitzi played with. I pushed the band of my underwear down and took hold of my dick. As I slowly worked my hand up and down my shaft, I let my mind delve deeper into their relationship.
Was one of them the top, or did they keep that type of power exchange exclusive to the club?
Did they fuck one another and take it from each other?
And most importantly, did they co-top often? Norman said they co-topped, but was that only in the club?
My hand moved with urgency as I neared my explosion. I could picture myself in a West and Spencer sandwich with both of them taking whatever they wanted from me. I’d willingly give them anything.
Chapter Six
Spencer
All week, West had been bursting at the seams with excitement for our next visit to Edge. We’d been searching fruitlessly for years for the perfect bottom who would complete us. West was insistent that Skyler could very easily be the one we’d been looking for. As much as I wanted to believe it, I was reluctant and somewhat skeptical.
“Assuming everything works out, do you still want to have him move in?” West asked as we got into my SUV. Rain pounded down on my Porsche Cayenne as soon as I backed out of the garage, exposing it to the elements. His question stalled my brain, rendering me incapable of concentrating on the road during bad weather and giving a thoughtful response.
“Aren’t we putting the cart before the horse?” I asked as we waited for the iron gates of our neighborhood to slowly open.
“We need to have an idea of a time frame, though.”
“Assuming it all works out.” I pointed out the most important aspect.
“Don’t be so negative, Spence.”
“I’m being realistic. We can’t start thinking or planning anything beyond Edge until we know how he fits with us.”
“He fits,” West murmured.
“How do you know that?”
“I just know. I can feel it.”
From the way West had talked almost nonstop about Skyler this week, I knew he truly believed it. But he had to be careful about jumping in so quickly with both feet. Sometimes when you want something badly enough, you start seeing things that aren’t really there.
