My Toy Boy

“Okay, I won’t tell you.” I open my door and climb out, then turn around and look at my boss’ shocked expression. “Thanks for the ride.” I close the door and dash past the hooker, jump over the drunk passed out in the hallway, and run up a flight of stairs to my place.

The first thing I do when I get inside is find The Stimulator and head to my room. After a day of dicks and debauchery, I’m in need of a release.

I close my eyes and think about all the sexy men I’d try if given a chance. Men like Ryan Gosling and Bradley Cooper and Jason Mamoa, but none of them are getting me in the mood, so I let my mind wander while I turn on The Stimulator and let it do exactly as it’s supposed to—stimulate. Back in the zone, the face that appears in my mind is Caine’s, with his strong jaw, a shadow of five o’clock scruff, and his dark-as-sin eyes.

I tune out the sound of the game show coming from the floor above me and focus on my memory of Caine’s smile. The warmth of his hands. The velvet of his voice. The shape of his ass.

Just as I’m nearing the edge, a familiar pounding from above mixed with a cackling bronchial voice yells, “Quiet down in there. I’m trying to watch “Wheel of Fortune” and that buzz is making my brain hurt.”

My approaching release plummets to the scarred linoleum floor along with the stimulator. There will be no relief tonight.

Four

Caine

“What the hell am I doing?” I ask myself as I sit outside of Janey’s apartment waiting for her to show. My eyes are bloodshot and my brain is foggy. This time I can’t blame it on the jet lag. I have to blame it on Janey, who haunted my dreams all night. After I dropped her off, I fought the urge to race back and pick her up. The woman lives in the hood, and that doesn’t sit right with me.

I tap my fingers on the dashboard and count the seconds until I see her again. In the cup holder is a coffee just for her. She takes a splash of cream and one sugar, which I learned after watching her doctor up her coffee at Tupelo’s.

Up the block, the lady in holy thigh-highs drags her tired body back toward the entrance of Janey’s building until she sees me. She walks toward my car with her hips swinging and leans on my door motioning for me to roll down my window. I open it a crack.

“Not interested.” I say.

“Come on sugar, I’ve got another inside of me if you’ve got a twenty.” She juts out her boobs and presses them to my window.

“No thanks, I’m sure you’ve had plenty inside you, and I won’t be another.”

She gives me a death stare before she walks away and disappears into the building. Five minutes later, Janey appears and I turn into a frozen mute. She steps out of the building dressed like she’s going to tea, which plays all kinds of games in my mind. The little pink flowers floating in a pattern on her dress fight the image in my head of her lying on the settee with my cock clone deep inside her. I shake the vision loose and manage to hit my head on the window. After a string of expletives, I open the door and call out to her.

“Janey.”

She looks up and sees me. I don’t know if her expression is happy or scared. In hindsight, I probably look like a stalker.

“Mr. Stark. What are you doing here?”

That is the question of the moment. I look around her neighborhood as if no answer is required. “I’m protecting my investment in you. I can’t have you mugged or murdered coming to work.”

She looks back at the graffiti on her building. “It’s temporary. Just until I get my first paycheck.”

“I’ll give you an advance.” I thread my arm through hers and walk her to the passenger side of the car. “Your ride awaits, miss.” The air swirls around me and I’m bathed in the scent of strawberries and cream.

“Is this a perk you didn’t list on the offer?” She slides into the seat and buckles in, but not before she looks at me with those big blue eyes. Eyes that I can get lost in forever. “I like it.”

I close the door and race to my side of the car. “I was in the neighborhood,” I say as I climb inside and start the engine.

“Really? And what neighborhood are you from that you pass through the Mission District?”

I turn my head to the side and whisper, “I live on Pine Street.”

She turns my way making the hem of her dress slide up past her knee, a knee that I’d like to lick all the way up the inside to her pussy and back down the other side.

“You went out of your way to pick me up. Why?” She reaches out and touches my arm and that sizzle that arcs between us crackles across my skin.

“I was worried about you. Besides, I like you.” I might as well call Brad and tell him to place the ad because there’s no way I’m not kissing her today. Andrew can handle the bail when she puts me in jail. Somehow I think the risk will be worth it.

“You don’t know me.” She pulls her risen dress over her knees.

“No, but I’d like to.” Now it was time for the heat to rise to my cheeks.