“Wait,” Dean said, his attention rapt. “How about we move the date of our agreement to the week you’re down here? We can meet in your hotel room. That fits within your rules.”

Asher pretended to think about it. “Maybe. Probably. Are you eager, Dean?”

“Very. You think I don’t know what you’re doing right now?”

“I think a cop has good instincts.”

“How much do you want?”

“Depends. What do you want to see as a preview?”

“Dean glanced at Jay who shifted around to confer with his husband. They came to some silent agreement, and Jay spoke for them both.

“Atticus, make your brother come. You can keep it off-screen, but we want to see lots of sloppy kissing. And we need to see the proof in your hand after. Asher, you’ll suck his fingers clean when he’s done.”

I dashed my gaze between Jay and my brother. Asher didn’t waver. “One month’s rent, sent to my Paypal account before we start. I’ll text you the details.”

“Deal,” Dean said without flinching, balancing Jay on his lap while he tugged his phone from his pocket.

My brother was the master negotiator. In no time, he’d supplied Dean with his Paypal email and the money was deposited in his account.

Simple as that.

We’d become Jay and Dean’s private showcase. It might have bothered me more if Asher hadn’t talked them into a month’s relief on rent.

Asher turned to me and grinned, so I didn’t waste any time. It was easy to make the images on the screen disappear for a short time and focus on Asher. We kissed, giving the duo in California a good sloppy show of tongues while I jerked my brother out of sight, milking him to a slow and vocal orgasm. His moans filled our new bedroom, traveling to Jay and Dean on Skype, and I swallowed them up.

When I brought my cum-covered fingers into sight, Asher took his time licking each digit clean. I thought Jay was going to lose his mind. The kiss that followed was full of my brother’s flavor, and I sucked his tongue, enjoying the tasty treat.

We didn’t break apart. While we kissed, Asher waved goodbye to Jay and Dean and reached blindly to hang up the Skype call. We’d fulfilled our end of the bargain and didn’t need an audience anymore.

The night was far from over.

Chapter Fifteen

JAY SENT A GUY named Raphael Diaz to pick us up at the airport in LA. It wasn’t our first time in the city. As a family, we’d taken trips to California a few times—San Francisco, Palm Springs, San Diego, and Los Angeles. The big city never failed to fascinate us, and this time was no exception.

Raphael wore a snazzy black suit and tie and drove a black Lexus with dark-tinted windows.