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In fact, I got the feeling it was going to get worse before it got better.

CHAPTER 17

Zeke

I didn’t like the cowboy’s attitude one fucking bit. It pissed me off in a way that I didn’t expect. For one, I shouldn’t actually give a shit if he was mad. However, he made it damn near impossible to ignore.

Yeah, I probably should’ve left them at my house while I ran to meet the client Ben had asked me to meet with. Unfortunately, I’d thought it would be good for them to get out of the house. It seemed to have backfired in my face. And now that we were back at my house, I was ready to dish out some severe punishment.

However, I decided against it.

In fact, I decided to give the cowboy the same treatment he was giving me. If he thought it was appropriate to ignore me and shrug off everything I said, I would show him exactly how it felt.

After I let Tank out into the yard to do his business, I headed upstairs to change out of my suit. Rather than jeans, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants after shucking my underwear. Clothing wouldn’t be necessary for what I had in mind for the pretty boy.

As for the cowboy … well, I was going to let him watch. I damn sure wasn’t going to reward him for his bad behavior. Which meant my only choice was to ignore him. While he worked in the kitchen to make us dinner, he would get a front row seat to me enjoying the hell out of his boyfriend.

I took my time changing. I even took a moment to check my email and to shoot Ben a note letting him know I had visited the client and I would be submitting my proposal for him to review. That wasn’t something he required from me; however, I was still new to the company, and while learning the ropes, I wanted to ensure I met or exceeded his expectations.

When I returned downstairs, the cowboy was in the kitchen, making more noise than usual. And the pretty boy was laid out naked on my coffee table.

“Mmm,” I said when I approached. “Just how I want to see you.” I glanced over at the cowboy. “When you get a chance, make sure you get Tank’s dinner ready, too.”

The cowboy nodded but didn’t verbally respond.

I fought back the urge to confront him. I didn’t approve of this childish behavior. But if I did say something, it would only provoke him. I expected him to talk to me when he had a problem, not bottle it up and pretend it didn’t exist.

Not that I knew what his problem was. He’d been this way since I came down for breakfast yesterday morning. The more time that went by, the worse he got, and I was starting to wonder if he even knew why he was pissed. At first, he’d simply been quiet, somewhat melancholy. That had twisted and morphed into outright defiance today.

I grabbed the remote to the television and dropped down onto the sofa. Although I clicked it on, my gaze never strayed from the pretty boy. He was laid out perfectly, his cock hard and heavy against his stomach, his arms down at his sides, and his knees bent, feet on the floor. He looked comfortable. For now.

“Stroke yourself for me, pretty boy. I want to watch you touch yourself.”

A shudder went through him as his hand moved to his cock. One big fist circled his dick, slowly working up, then down.

“Did you enjoy the prostate massager?” I asked, simply to make conversation, so that the cowboy was curious.

“Yes, Zeke. Although at one point, I feared my prostate would be numb indefinitely.”

I chuckled. I hadn’t thought of that, but the added mind fuck certainly didn’t disappoint.

I made sure to keep an eye on the cowboy. He was working away, but he couldn’t keep from glancing over to see what we were doing. I wanted him to watch, to see how I rewarded good behavior.

The pretty boy worked his dick for several minutes, not moving other than to fist his cock up and down. I couldn’t resist the urge to lean closer, to admire what he was doing. My gaze darted between the cowboy in the kitchen and the pretty boy’s hard cock. When I noticed the cowboy looking again, I leaned down and swiped my tongue over the head of the pretty boy’s cock.

The pretty boy hissed, his hand stilling momentarily.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I said roughly.

He began working himself again, and I used my tongue on the head of his cock, relishing the taste of him. While I tended to command my toys to suck me off, I happened to enjoy teasing with my mouth. I didn’t indulge often because it gave the illusion that I cared more than I did. However, in this case, I was doing it to torment the cowboy.

“Hold your cock still,” I ordered, ensuring my voice carried into the kitchen so the cowboy knew what I was doing.

The pretty boy’s hand stilled, and I leaned over and sucked the head of his dick between my lips. He groaned loudly, and his cock pulsed against my tongue.

“You like my mouth on your dick, don’t you, pretty boy?”

“Yes, Zeke,” he replied breathlessly. “So fucking much.”