Part Eighty-Seven

Dominic tapped his fingers on his thighs impatiently. The freeway was busy and he wanted to get back to the penthouse. He had a lot to do. He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and dialed Remy’s number.

Dominic clenched his jaw as it rang and rang and eventually went over to voicemail. He closed his eyes briefly and gripped his phone in his hand. “Remy’s not answering his fucking phone. I swear he’s on his last warning with me.”

Hudson chuckled from beside him and shook his head. “That kid’s still green, Dominic. Maybe I should just bend him over and show him how a real man does it.”

Cooper and Ethan laughed loudly from the front as Austin shook his head. “Fuck, Hudson, you’d really fuck anything with a hole.”

“Don’t be jealous, Austin, I’m man enough to admit that free sex is free sex, whichever hole it goes into,” Hudson said.

“Please stop,” Dominic said as he closed his eyes.

“I mean, if you just close your eyes and the fucker doesn’t say anything you can imagine whoever you w