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“You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”
Her smile said it all, even though her words were contradictory. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.” He grinned, and Adelaide laughed, her cheeks glowing pink. “Well, even though you aren’t telling me who your lucky person is, I’m happy for you.”
“They’re pretty great.”
“Theywould be to deserve you.”
Adelaide smirked, picking up his emphasis on they. Not that it gave him anything to work with. “They” had enough variations that her partner could be any gender or even plural. He kind of liked that—he knew Cassie and Jake had a few friends in poly relationships, but he liked to think of Adelaide as his friend too. If she was in a poly relationship as well, maybe he’d be accepted as easily into their friend group as she and her partners had been.
She looked down at the classic watch on her wrist, tapped her fingers on the table and plastered a smile on her face. “Looks like I’m up.”
“Break a leg,” Phoenix said around a mouthful of food. “And, hey, if you ever want to introduce your they to me, I’d love to meet them.” Her smile this time was genuine.
Eighteen
Phoenix
F
ifteen minutes left on his shift, and Phoenix was struggling to stay upright. It was a bad look that the bartender was yawning every minute or so, but the fatigue attacking him was brutal. His body was screaming “enough,” and yet his mind raced, the conversation with Adelaide playing on a loop.
His cock was hard enough to hammer nails with too.
Adelaide’s on-stage demonstration had ended with a bang. Two spectacular orgasms to end the night. The men could have been racing car drivers hosing the crowd down with those oversized, shaken up champagne bottles. Or fire hydrants. The whole experience had been eye-opening. Phoenix had no idea what being a sex coach would involve, but he hadn’t expected that. He’d thought it would be a table set up with a few packages like you see on weekend craft markets. Instead, she’d walked the audience through the couple’s toy choices. Then once Liam and Kingston got started, she adjusted King’s hold and positioning to help Liam sink into a space that Phoenix had never imagined was possible. He was trussed up in stirrups, his arms holding onto the cushion by his head, and King had catered to every one of Liam’s needs with Adelaide’s gentle instruction. Using the different toys, he created a scene with Liam that had Phoenix riding the edge of an orgasm.
Adelaide showed a different side of herself too—or maybe an extension of what he’d already experienced. She was a caregiver, genuinely wanting to help people. She gave King feedback and checked in on Liam with every step of the couple’s session together, helping them get the best out of their experience. Largely hands-off, apart from brushing Liam’s hair off his face, she respected their boundaries. But at the same time, she shared something intensely intimate with them too. Their chemistry was off the charts, and Phoenix was glued to the show. Were they her clients? Was it like that with everyone she coached? There was no hint at her nervousness—their performance was seamless—and when things got serious, both men had ended up quivering messes covered in cum. Phoenix almost felt sorry for the ruined clothing King still wore; his vest and pants were destined for the rubbish. But damn, the visual of one man completely naked except for a mask covering half his face, while the other had just unzipped, was hot as hell.
He lifted the bar pass, moving out of the way as Adelaide led her two volunteers through the door into the privacy of the staff area. They would be able to shower and change back there, eat something, and decompress for as long as they needed without interruption. He followed them into the back room, carrying a tray with a Sprite and three bottles of water. “Can I get you anything else?” he asked as Adelaide adjusted the collar of the fluffy white robe Liam wore. Not breaking his gaze, Adelaide didn’t answer immediately. It was almost as if they were having a silent conversation.
“A couple of Pepsi Max would be great.”
“My blood sugar is dropping a little,” King said. He was leaning against the table, his hand held out in front of him, visibly shaking. “My lips are tingling too.”
Liam moved into action, taking his lover by the elbow and easing him over to the couch. “Sit down. We’ll get you sorted.”
Phoenix’s adrenaline spiked. The man was awfully pale and shaky, and he knew it didn’t bode well for a diabetic, if that’s what he was. He showed King the Sprite. Was that what he needed? Liam reached for it and asked him for a couple more. Phoenix didn’t hesitate, ducking out of the room and collecting a few more bottles, before heading back there. Kingston had sweat beading on his forehead, and Liam was unbuttoning his vest. Adelaide took the drinks, and he asked, “Can I get you anything else?”
“I’ve got it, Phoenix. Thanks,” Adelaide responded, ushering him out the door and closing it behind him, effectively cutting off any discussion. It was time to wrap up his shift anyway. His replacement had already arrived and was looking after the bar, so it just left Phoenix to clock out and collect his things.
Still shrugging into his jacket, he lifted the pass and found Jake waiting for him. Phoenix could have kicked himself for saying he wanted to wait to get this man naked. His blond hair, still tied in a bun, and charcoal suit pants and vest with a crisp white shirt were like catnip to Phoenix. King had been dressed similarly—minus the shirt—but he didn’t compare to Jake. Damn, he wanted to peel the man out of his clothes and lick every inch of the beautiful couple.
Phoenix couldn’t help but want to get closer to him.
“You doing okay?” Jake asked, smoothing down the lapels on Phoenix’s jacket.
He nodded and closed his eyes, the exhaustion he’d been carrying catching up with him once more. “Tired,” he mumbled, rubbing his gritty eyes.
“Let’s get you home.”
Home. He liked the sound of that. He hadn’t really had a place he’d called home for years. Not since he’d been forced to leave the house he’d shared with Trav, Rachael, and Stevo. After that, he’d bounced around trying to find his feet. His job at the law firm had meant he could get a place of his own, but it’d still been like a share house. Living with Pete was solid and consistent—a safe place for him—but their mismatched furniture, motivational posters, and satellite maps strung up everywhere were hardly homely.
Jake rested his hand on the small of Phoenix’s back as they walked to the exit. Phoenix was floating on cloud nine with the possessive move. He wanted to burrow into that warmth and rub Jake’s scent all over himself. Phoenix blinked, shocking himself with the direction of his thoughts.
It wasn’t a cold night by comparison to Sydney, but he’d been hot under the collar for a while, and the disappearance of Jake’s hand as he passed him his car keys left Phoenix shivering. He slid into the passenger seat and waited for Jake to start the car before he adjusted the heat.
“Warm enough?” Jake asked.
