parkin’ lot—”
“Checkin’ out the beer delivery guy,” Brantley noted.
Yes, yes, he had been checking out that guy. Never did get anywhere but Trey had found him rather impressive. Tall and layered with muscle. Yum.
“—when somethin’ caught my attention.”
“It was Danny’s Toyota truck,” Brantley said quickly. “You claim it was rockin’, but I call bullshit.”
“My story…”
“Your lies,” Brantley groused, taking a pull on his beer.
“Wait,” JJ interjected. “Danny worked at the convenience store, right?”
“He did.” Trey glanced around at all the faces. “And that particular night he was gettin’ some action—exactly his words—while on his break.”
“He did not say that,” Brantley huffed.
“It’s very possible he did,” Trey said. At this point, the story was so convoluted, he had no idea if it was really Danny Musket. However, Brantley seemed to recall the incident, so Trey was apt to go along with it.
“I never knew you got busted makin’ out in a parked car,” JJ said, laughing at Brantley.
“What about you?” Brantley said, turning his attention to JJ. “I remember the time—”
JJ reached over, smacked her hand on Brantley’s mouth. “Don’t you dare! I mean it.”
Brantley, in a quick and easy move, flipped JJ around so she fell in his lap, his arms banding around her so she couldn’t hit him.
“She and Dante were havin’ sex under the bleachers at the homecoming game,” Brantley blurted.
JJ shouted, wrestled out of his hold, and smacked him on the arm.
Trey laughed along with everyone else. Yeah, he was glad they’d decided to do this.
It had been a difficult few months, and it was nice that they could kick back and enjoy a few days off.
“By the way, for those of you lookin’ to tie one on tonight, don’t,” JJ warned. “We are goin’ to the aquarium tomorrow. No matter what. It’s our last day here and I am not gonna miss out.”
“I’ll go with you,” Trey promised at the same time Baz and Charlie did.
“What about you two?” JJ asked Holly and Luca.
“We’re in,” Holly answered for both of them, laughing when Luca grunted.
“It’s gettin’ late,” Reese said. “I think I’m gonna head in.”
“Me, too,” Brantley said as he got to his feet.
Trey was content to sit right there, the breeze off the ocean fanning the flames, keeping it relatively comfortable.
It wasn’t long before everyone opted to go inside, leaving Trey to douse the blaze. Once he was sure it went out, he trudged through the sand up to the house.
He had to admit there was only one reason he was eager to get back to the real world, and it had nothing to do with his house or his job. It had everything to do with the sexy man who’d been taunting him via text message all week. Holding his ground, Trey had refused to text him back, holding out until he thought his head might explode. It had been a couple of hours ago that he’d given in to the temptation and told Magnus he was looking forward to seeing him on Saturday.
He had just made it to the small room he’d commandeered as his when his cell phone rang, an unfamiliar tone.
Yanking it from his pocket, he peered at the screen and frowned.
A FaceTime call?
From Magnus.
Trey considered ignoring it, but something compelled him to answer.
“What?” He glared at the screen as Magnus’s too-handsome face appeared.
“I figured why bother waitin’ till Saturday.”
“You’ve got zero patience, you know that?”
“You havin’ fun without me?”
“You’re not here?” Trey rolled his eyes. “Didn’t even notice.”
“I doubt that. I’m sure your cock’s well aware I’m not there to service it.”
His fucking cock heard that statement loud and clear, thickening immediately in notice.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Magnus dared.
Trey laughed, a choked sound that lodged in his throat. “You’re not serious.”
“No?”
Trey’s eyes were locked on the screen as the camera panned away from Magnus’s face, moving slowly down his… Oh, fuck that was his bare chest, his washboard abs.
Ah, hell.
His breath hitched when he saw Magnus’s cock fisted proudly in the man’s hand.
It only lasted a second before Magnus’s face once again crowded the screen. “Your turn.”
Trey looked around the small room, his eyes pausing on the bed.
“Come on, Trey. Live a little.”
“Live a little, he says.” Trey took a deep breath, met Magnus’s gaze on the phone. “Fine, but this is your party.”
“Strip first. A party’s no fun with clothes.”
Feeling bolder than usual, Trey stripped out of his clothes and crawled into the bed, phone still in his hand.
“Now show me yours,” Magnus insisted.
It