I would still be making more than enough, but I really don't think I'll lose hardly anyone."
Nodding, I climbed up on the bed against the headboard, giving him a smile as he turned his shocked expression on me. "You're going to do it?"
"Are you kidding? A chance to touch my favorite camboy while everyone watches? I'm not passing that opportunity up."
He blinked for several seconds before excitedly jumping up on the bed and moving toward me.
"Don't forget to start the stream, baby."
"Shit." He scrambled back off the bed and over to his setup, smiling and waving at the camera when everything was up and going, and then he turned to me, his eyes still bright and excited as he took a deep breath, clearly trying to compose himself, before climbing up on the bed and into the space between my legs, pressing his back to my chest.
I started slow, sliding my hands up his arms, making him shudder and goosebumps pop up all over his skin. He gasped when the tips of my fingers found his neck, and I moved them lower. By the time I finally helped him get out of his underwear, he was whimpering and gasping.
I used my hands to wring pleasure from his body, knowing everyone was going to love the spectacle he made writhing and rolling his dick against the air, seeking the friction he needed. By the time I finally got him off, I was seconds away from blowing in my pants from the way he was moving against me.
I kissed the side of his head as he lay against me, flopping just like a cooked noodle, and I smiled when he grunted in response.
"Thanks for watching, guys," I said quietly to the camera, before reaching over to the nightstand and picking up the little remote I'd just talked him into getting a little over a week ago, for moments just like this one.
After I clicked the camera off, I pressed another kiss against the side of his head. "Aren't you glad you let me talk you into this, now?"
His only response was another grunt, and I chuckled, gathering him close and scooting down in the bed to get comfortable. "I love you so damn much, Bates."
Another grunt.
Chapter Eight
AUGUST
"I won't disappear just because you pretend I'm not here," Da said, and I started, leaning closer to inspect the man sitting at my table.
"So you are real?"
"Mmhmm," he said brightly, holding up a cup of coffee. "Wait, do you dream about me in your kitchen often?"
"He probably thought he was having a nightmare," Riley grumbled as I took the cup from Da's hand, bending down to kiss the side of the man's head before holding the delicious elixir of life aloft, like the future king of the Savanah, letting out a little awe in opera.
I ran over to where Riley was standing in the doorway, leaning up slightly to kiss him on the cheek too. "Good morning, Riley. What are you guys doing here so early?"
Riley pursed his lips, trying to hide his smile, but I saw it anyway. "It's almost not even morning anymore, and he made me," he said, pointing to Da. "Apparently, we've become best friends, or something."
"He loves spending time with me," he assured me, before turning to give Riley an unimpressed look. "But if you'd rather, I could probably call Riker," Da said dryly, while plopping a piece of paper on the table and sliding it in my direction. "Here, fill out this form."
"What is this for?"
"Your wedding."
I gasped, spluttering for a moment. "My what? I'm not… I haven't asked… and neither has he."
Da looked at me like he didn't understand what I was saying, or how it possibly affected anything. "You're getting married in January."
"Shouldn't I decide that?" I asked, glancing at Riley who simply rolled his eyes.
"Probably," Riley said, dryly. "But that's not how it works around here. It's too late for some of us, but you still have time. Your lease isn't even up on your apartment yet. Learn to lock your door, and they might go away after a while."
Da ignored us, preening happily as he pointed at the paper. "I've gotten so efficient since I first started planning these! Look. Everything is covered. You just mark a few boxes on preferences, and I'll get started as soon as Devon lets me."
"Wait, why is there a box for marital status?"
"Just covering all the bases. If I need to rush you through a divorce to meet the