Face Down (Fuckboy Series Book 2) (FINISHED)

Chapter Sixteen

Colton and Logan’s s*x-filled night passed quickly, and even though he had been high and slightly drunk he remembered every moment. He could still taste Logan’s come on his lips and feel the way his tight ass strangled his rock hard c**k. He could still hear his moans fill the room as he plowed into him with a lust that couldn’t be sated. After their fuckfest they laid there, tangled in each other’s arms as they talked until the sun shined through the curtains.

After their shower, Logan made breakfast so they could eat together before he left. They sat on the balcony overlooking the city and ate their food. They talked, taking the time to learn the things about each other they were too frenzied to ask about the night before. They were both similar, yet different in how they lived their lives. That alone intrigued Colton enough to hold his attention. They had little in common, but Colton found that was what he liked the most about Logan. With each tidbit of information they shared, they learned something new about the world around them.

He had been right... Logan was an artist. He was one of those free-thinking hippie types who embraced his spirituality and allowed it to guide his way of life and his creativity. It was the way he made a living. Logan survived only off the money he made from his art. He was able to live more than comfortably doing something he loved, and Colton admired him for that. It wasn’t too often you met someone who was in love with their job.

Logan had travelled the world, seeing and doing things Colton had only dreamed of. One such trip had taken him to Cape Maclear in Malawi, where he slept in a hammock in the trees, went hiking through the surrounding reserves, and kayaked around the lake. He had only planned to stay a few days to get enough inspiration to fuel a few pieces of art, but he ended up staying almost six months because of the beauty of the place.

Logan had made a lot of money from the art the trip had inspired. He travelled often, sometimes for weeks or months at a time, then went into a frenzy of pencils and paint and didn’t surface until he had poured his entire soul out onto the canvas.

What a life, Colton thought to himself after he’d finally left Logan’s place. He couldn’t see himself doing anything like that, but it didn’t keep him from thinking about how great it would be to just leave all of his worries behind and get out on the open road.

Before going home, he made a stop at the office to pick up his weekly payout. When Maddie had told him his earnings, he made her check again to see if the amount was right. Just off the party alone he’d made more than he normally made in a three-week period. Not to mention he had yet to count the wad of cash that was stashed in his backpack, all of which he received from Kailey, Eric, and Logan.

When Colton got home, he dug his money out and counted it a few times to make sure he hadn’t been mistaken. There was over ten thousand dollars sitting on his coffee table, which was more money than both he and Mason made together in a month.

Holy s**t.

The s*x parties were totally worth it. Now that he knew how to get through it, he would definitely sign up to do them again if he was accepted into their secret society of perverts.

“Hey,” Mason glanced into the living room on his way down the hallway. When he noticed the stacks of money, he stopped and went in. “Where did you get that?”

“Working this week.” Colton grinned and motioned for Mason to sit down beside him.

“How much is there?” Mason asked, not taking his eyes off the money. He was used to seeing cash like that at his job, but he never thought there would be stacks of it on his coffee table.

“Twelve thousand, nine hundred and thirty-seven dollars.” Colton was matter of fact. He had counted it again right before Mason walked in so he had the number fresh in his head.

“Holy f**k. Is that your money? Are you sure they didn’t make a mistake?”

Colton sat back and stared at the cash in astonishment. “No mistake. It’s mine, Mase.”

“How’d you make that much money?” Mason looked at Colton, searching his eyes for an answer.

Colton took his time telling Mason about the party and how they worked. He didn’t care that he had promised Barrick he wouldn’t tell anyone. Barrick could kiss his ass. Mason wasn’t just anyone. He was his best friend, and they shared everything.

“Wow,” Mason mouthed as he picked up a stack of cash and fanned through it. “So you can do a few of these parties a week? What did you have to do for all this cash?”

Colton tried to hold back a big grin. “I’m not telling you that.” He leaned over and put his arm around Mason, pulling him against his body. “So what do you think about moving to Manhattan? Maybe we could get a place close to your work? Something really nice that we could own.”

Mason returned the stack of cash, then sat back and snuggled into Colton’s arms as he thought about it. “I don’t think I could afford my half if we did that,” he said honestly. “I mean, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to move to Manhattan. It’s always been a dream of mine to get a nice condo that has all the amenities of a hotel, like a pool, gym, and room service.” He laughed and looked over at Colton. “I’d love to move closer to work, but I know how expensive Manhattan is, which is why it’s just a dream.”

Colton smiled and nodded, knowing how much Mason wanted to move closer to the city by his enthusiasm. Plus, he always mentioned it whenever they were in SoHo or NoHo. What he really wanted was to live in Tribeca, but it was so expensive he’d have to work up to getting them a place there.

“I didn’t ask you what you could or couldn’t afford, Mase,” Colton said as he squeezed him tighter. “I want to know that you’ll move with me if I go. I’ll pay for it. I can more than afford it making cash like this.”

Had Colton asked him that question in another sense, he would have immediately agreed. But he knew Colton wasn’t there yet, or maybe never would be. And he was okay with that. “I don’t know if I feel right about you paying for everything.”

Colton rubbed Mason’s back as he brushed their lips together. “I want to take care of you, Mase.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of.”

“I know you don’t, but I want to.”

Mason shifted so he could look Colton in the eye. “Are you serious?”

Colton reached out and touched Mason’s face. “As a heart attack. Will you move to SoHo with me?”

Mason kissed Colton softly and sighed. “You had me at SoHo.” Mason grinned and stood up, then pulled his shirt over his head. “I need to get a shower.”

Colton’s eyes followed Mason as he walked toward the hallway. “Did you see my suit?”

“I did, going somewhere special?” Mason asked.

Colton followed Mason to his room, leaning against the doorframe as they continued to talk. “Aren’t we going to dinner tonight?”

Mason’s smile lit up his entire face. “You’re wearing your suit for me?”

“Why not?” Colton winked at him. “Oh, and tonight at dinner do you want to talk?”

“Talk? About?” Mason looked over as he dug around in his drawer for a pair of underwear.

“About whatever comes up. Life, traveling, places, people. Things like that?” Colton grinned, knowing Mason would be drawn in by the mysteriousness of it all. He had enjoyed conversing with Logan but the entire time he had wished it was Mason he was talking to and sharing his time with.

Mason stopped and glanced over at Colton, a strange look crossing his face as he studied him closely. He’d been different lately, but a request to just talk about anything that came up, now that was pushing it.

“I’d love to talk.” Mason smiled at him before he went back to digging around in his drawer.

“Great.” Colton slapped the door frame as he pushed himself up straight. “I’m going to get ready.” He walked across the hall and into his room, leaving the door open.

He quickly dressed in his suit and tie and then made his way back to the living room, collecting the cash he’d left there. He took it to his room and stored it in the top drawer of his bedside table. When he was sure it was secure, he walked off, sticking his head in the bathroom to talk to Mason. “Just so you know, the cash is in my bedside table. If you need any, it’s there.”

“All right,” Mason opened the shower door and looked out, the soap in his hair dripping down his beautiful body. “You’re already dressed.”

Colton stared at Mason’s nakedness, his eyes drinking him in like a fine wine. “I am.” Instead of just walking off like he usually did, Colton closed the distance between them and kissed Mason, being careful not to get his suit wet as he ran his hands up his soapy chest. “Hurry up, I’m ready to go.” He smiled and backed away, shutting the door behind him as he left the bathroom.

Mason let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his eyes still on the door even though it was closed. “God damn,” he sighed and shut the shower door, cranking up the cold water.

As Colton waited for Mason, he pulled his phone out and checked his messages, Only then had he realized he’d been ignoring his phone since before the party last night. It wasn’t something he normally did because he liked to stay in contact, but he’d been having such a good time this morning with Logan that he hadn’t even thought about work.

The first request was from Kitten. Colton grinned and was about to answer when he noticed just how full his inbox was. He figured he’d have a few emails or requests after not checking it throughout the night, but the amount of messages surprised him. When he looked closer, he found almost all the requests and emails had the code X1X2 in their titles.

As he went through each message Colton accepted them and sent each requester a small thank you note before moving on. On average he would attend three parties a week for the next two months straight. By the end of that stretch he’d be rolling in so much cash they could afford something in SoHo without any trouble. Plus, by that time he would most likely be invited to more parties. The sky was the limit now.

The last request he had to answer belonged to Kitten. He opened it and thought about his two favorite people as he read it.

Come Home

Come home to Kitten. Daddy misses you. Colton only. Mon 8p-2a $1000 pay out.

Colton reread it several times and then shrugged as he pressed the accept button. f**k it, he thought to himself. They had already f****d, beat, raped, and forced him into doing things against his will... what else could they really do to him?

Besides, he thought as he put his phone away, if he wanted a better life for him and Mason, he would need Daddy and Kitten’s money to make it happen.