Taming Arrogance (MalexMale) 《COMPLETE》

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Blake leans against the arm of the couch, studying me from under a speculative gaze. He loosens his tie and sighs.

"Tell me again why he's coming over."

His voice has a steely edge behind it, one I recognize immediately as jealousy. My stomach quivers with shameful desire. I tap my naked wrist.

"He has my watch," I say. "I want it back."

"I'll buy you a new one."

"Jared bought me that one," I argue. "It's got the sentimental factor."

"Fine. I'll give Jared the money to buy you a new one so the sentimental value will be intact. Problem solved."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, I find myself biting back a grin. Blake crosses his arms over his chest, daring for me to continue the debate. Instead I shrug and turn back to the basketball game on TV.

After picking me up from the sandwich shop, Blake was under the pleasant assumption that my time with Cade had ended for the evening. But when the all-too-tricky bartender texted me half an hour later saying I left my watch at the table, that pleasant assumption went right down the shitter.

Blake didn't even have enough time to ask me how our conversation went before I told him Cade was running by the penthouse suite to drop off my personal belonging. He's probably wondering what happened, how it went, and how things left off between us.

My eyes try to follow the players on the screen, but all I can think about is the plan Cade and I concocted less than an hour ago. Will it work? If it does, am I ready?

It's not like I'm daft enough to know that I'll be the one taking it up the ass the first time Blake and I have sex. The only problem is, nothing has ever been up....there before. When I broached the embarrassing conversation topic with Jared, he was all too eager to introduce me to gay porn.

I respectfully declined. And when I say 'respectfully,' I really mean I made gagging noises and told him no-fucking-way. Just to be clear.

Jared of course laughed and said at least if I watched I'd know what I was in for. When my ardent refusal did not let up, my brother then suggested to put a finger up my asshole and 'massage' myself the next time I masturbated. He told me to not lose hope; he was sure I'd find my spot to make it all worthwhile.

And that's when I walked away, flipping him off.

I scratch at the back of my neck, feeling the heat of my skin as my fingertips brush against it. If I wasn't such a stubborn ass – literally – I would have taken his advice to heart. At the time it seemed so humiliating, but now I wish I would have heeded his words.

If Blake tries to have sex with me, will I wuss out?

My ass cheeks clench together with protest, yet the puckered hole beneath them squeezes with anticipation. I've had sex plenty of times before with dozens of women. Sexual prowess has always been one of my strengths.

Now it feels like I'm a virgin all over again.

My phone vibrates on the coffee table, and I swipe it up to read Cade's text.

Cade: I'm here. You ready?

Me: Yea. Come on up.

A nervous breath pushes past my nostrils. I can feel every muscle in my body stiffening in anticipation of what's to come – both when Cade is here and right after he leaves. Without turning to my boss I nod towards the door.