Whatever the Cost by Lynn Kelling Read Free Book Online Page B

eyes. He likes when Jacen touches his own hair, pushing it back over an ear or just combing his fingers through it.
    The body language is essential, too. Jacen gets nice and close to Patrick, keeping his knees loose and head bowed so that he’s in kissing range, should Patrick be in the mood for it, since Jacen is much taller than him. Shoulders back, movements fluid. He always wears some perfectly tailored jeans to show off his ass and short-sleeved, V-neck shirts to show off his arms and chest. Almost every time they meet for an appointment, it’s at Patrick’s rental house in town, usually in the morning. They have breakfast or maybe take a dip in the pool before he fucks Jacen up the ass. Jacen doesn’t have many clients that ask that particular service of him. Because of his size and personality, he’s mostly booked for either kinky women or guys looking to bottom, since Jacen is good at putting guys at ease, coaxing them into things without being scary about it. It’s only Spencer and Patrick that, time and time again, expect him to give it up.
    At first it did freak Jacen out a little. When he was a teenager he was completely straight. When he was in his early twenties, in college, he was gay for pay, blowjobs mostly. There was the occasional fuck, but it was always him doing the fucking. And hey, if he didn’t focus on appearances too much, or the deep tones of his partners’ voices, he could usually pretend they were chicks. Except for the dick sucking. That was more of a challenge to excuse away.
    It was only when the price for his services got bumped up to professional levels, when he started working as an escort, that he started making everything available to his clientèle. He had to. There was no getting around it. If he wanted to make the big bucks, he had to put out once in a while. So he got used to it. It took some time, but he managed to. Then Spencer came along, looking for a submissive that wouldn’t chicken out at the last minute and say his safeword. Bondage, sexual torture, whipping, spanking, all of it was on the table. It wasn’t just anal, it was freaky shit. Logic told Jacen to say no, and at first he did. Until he saw what Spencer was willing to pay.
    The money is convincing, and for one reason only. Jacen doesn’t intend to be an escort forever. He wants to be able to live his life the way he wants to live it, without a nine-to-five job behind a desk, rotting away in an office chair, getting fat and lazy and not living life while he can. Willing to sacrifice a few years in the name of giving strangers pleasure, Jacen looks forward to many more years being free, living off his savings, being happy. That’s what he wants. And if it takes some pain and discomfort to accomplish that, then hey, he’s got the balls to handle it.
    Patrick, though. Patrick complicates things. Sure, Jacen is taller than him, packed with more muscle than him, but Patrick’s presence is commanding and intimidating to say the least. He makes Jacen feel small, weak, vulnerable, even when he’s trying to keep his walls up and just be the persona that Patrick wants him to be, and not himself. Patrick wants Jacen to feel like he could take Jacen apart and turn him inside out if he wanted to, that he could reach inside to all of Jacen’s hidden places and trigger him in ways that Jacen never dreamed possible. And it works. Jacen’s kind of scared of Patrick. He’s like a perverted father figure, telling Jacen what to do, to take what he’s given and like it. Usually Jacen does. Patrick treats him well and Jacen reaps the benefits. Patrick always gets him off, makes it feel good, makes him happy. It lets Jacen walk away feeling proud of himself for a job well done.
    Not today. Today, Patrick stripped Jacen, bent him over and saw the proof that Jacen had been messing around and letting other people touch Patrick’s things.
    Usually Jacen tries to fuck Patrick face-to-face when he thinks the cover-up make-up