Page 5 of Grind
“Paul told me to expect you at eight. Would you like to come in?” the angel said and stepped aside to make space for Frank’s massive frame.
Frank glanced at his watch. He was on time. “Yeah, he told me he had a gift for me. You his boyfriend?” If he was, Frank would honor it, but nothing would stop him from stealing a glance at that pert ass in front of him. The sandy chinos were quite figure-hugging and exposed shapely ankles that would look amazing in a leather cuff.
Frank never got toseeguys like this in real life. How did people this flawless even exist? And why would Paul torture Frank by parading this guy under his nose?
The stranger chuckled and put his hand on Frank’s arm, wordlessly inviting him to the bright hallway. This time, Frank did step inside, taking in the large living room/kitchen area with a paneled statement wall behind the flatscreen TV and a large bottle-green sofa across from it. With golden accents and an overall bright palette, the place looked luxurious yet not too opulent.
“I’m not Paul’s boyfriend,” the man said and gently pulled on Frank’s jacket.
Frank turned around to meet the amber gaze of this sex personified. “Well, in that case, name’s Frank.” He smiled and extended his hand in greeting, because why the fuck not? Why shouldn’t he shoot his shot? He was too old and too experienced to believe in anyone being out of reach. The spark was either there, or it wasn’t. You could always try to pour some fuel over it. And if he got shot down? Not a big deal.
The man hid the jacket in a closet and took Frank’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Even his fingers were impeccable—soft, smooth, without a single callus to spoil them.
“Ezra. What exactly did Paul tell you?” he asked and showed Frank the sofa, taking away his fingers. Frank had to stop himself from following them with his own.
Then it dawned on him. This man could be some kind of thief or shady jewel dealer. That might be someone Paul knew and who could provide a nice gift. And here was Frank, hitting on him. Not that he could be blamed when faced with so much beauty.
He sat on the sofa where he now expected to be presented with a selection of jewelry to choose from. “Oh, just that there’s a gift waiting for me here.”
Ezra shook his head and approached a glass table stacked with several liquor bottles and glasses. “Typical Paul. Would you like a drink?” he asked, and Frank found himself staring at Ezra’s behind when it shifted under the fabric.
He shouldn’t drink if he was to drive, but in the worst-case scenario, he could grab an Uber to a motel. Or take a nap in the truck. Maybe it was needy, but yeah, he wanted to have a drink with this gorgeous guy who smelled as if he slept in silk sheets and bathed in cream.
“Whichever one’s your favorite.”
A small smile spread the shapely lips as Ezra pulled out two stemmed glasses with wide bottoms and narrow tops before pouring some amber-hued liquid into each.
It was almost the color of his eyes.
“Hope you like cognac,” Ezra said, settling down next to Frank, with his knees directed toward him.
Were the jewels hidden in a compartment in the coffee table?
Or was he in luck and the pretty boy liked slumming it with big, tattooed guys who could break him in half? Frank smirked at the thought and clinked his glass to Ezra’s.
“How do you know Paul?” he asked, because if Ezra wasn’t trying to do his job and rush him out, Frank would take his time. He enjoyed being around this gem far too much. In his mind, his dick slowly sank between those plump lips but in real life, they opened to speak.
“He’s my sugar daddy.”
Frank’s thoughts came to a halt as his gaze settled on the shorter of the necklaces on Ezra’s neck. Its gold links supported an elongated pendant engraved with the wordSUGAR.
“Oh,” Frank uttered in a casual manner but his mind was instantly engulfed in flames of lust he hadn’t felt for a long time. He didn’t want to jump the gun, but if Paul had invited him to spend time with Ezra on his own, was the suggestion that he wasavailable? He had to spread his thighs a bit to ease the growing pressure between them when he thought about all the things he'd do to this man given half the chance. He cleared his throat, but then had a sip of cognac for good measure.
“So…?” He let the question hang in the air so Ezra could take it however he liked, because asking a guy whether he and Paul were exclusive didn’t seem like the best etiquette.
Ezra sniffed his drink and had a little sip, glancing at Frank from above the glass. Never in his life had Frank seen anything as seductive as those dark eyelashes lowering over amber eyes.
“He asked me to take good care of you tonight. Happy birthday,” Ezra said and clinked their glasses.
Reason told Frank that he shouldn’t accept such a gift from Paul. That this was mockery. That Paul thought Frank couldn’t get laid without help.
But…
He was already here. Ezra’s time was paid for, and Frank dreaded to think how much it cost Paul. Then again, Paul had always liked to throw money around.
“Thanks. Paul… he didn’t warn me.” Though it wasn’t like Frank had better clothes to wear. There was the suit, but he wouldn’t have worn it here. More importantly, he had showered.
But knowing that Ezra wasavailableto him made focusing on rational thoughts near impossible. He’d never paid for sex before, so he wasn’t sure how things would go down, but the threads holding him back finally snapped and he put his hand on Ezra’s thigh. The shiver of excitement went straight to his dick.