ALL WEEKEND I’D remained convinced there was no one dumber than I’d been in leaving that warehouse on Saturday. Sin’s shouts of release haunted my every waking thought, and the memories of him getting off on that bed?
Why the hell hadn’t I stayed again?
Oh. Right. My job.
Turned out the email they’d sent to my agent had a typo in the address, leading me straight to Sin instead of the shoot in Soho. Some would call that a simple mistake.
Me? I’d call it fate. Especially with what landed in the inbox of every one of my friends, save Preston, come Monday morning.
“Holy shit, get a load of this.” West twisted from his position near the front of the luxury Sprinter van my friends and I took to Astor University every day and tapped the screen of his cell phone. “‘Xes Entertainment presents a night of Sin this Friday at the Lure nightclub. Introducing our rising—in all the ways—star, a man that’ll inspire all your deepest, darkest fantasies. You’re invited to come (at least once) to meet our hot new obsession—SIN.’”
West turned his phone around to show us the photo, but my stomach had already flipped at the mention of his name. As my eyes caught on the mane of blond hair and those whiskey-colored eyes, I realized my memories of Saturday didn’t do him justice at all. Goddamn, he was sexy. Even if Sin wasn’t his real name, it fit him perfectly.
One by one, all the guys pulled out their phones, ignoring the fact that our driver, Scotty, had pulled up to the main gates of Astor. I opened my email to the invitation we’d all been sent and scrolled down. A video had been attached, and I clicked on it before I thought better of it.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.
That wasn’t just any video. It was Sin sprawled out on that bed in the warehouse, completely naked and touching himself—
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Travis said, watching over my shoulder. “I’m down.”
“On your knees?” East’s eyes glittered as he smirked.
“If that’s where he wants me.”
“Probably the only time you’re so accommodating.”
“Accommodating is the right word.” West snorted. “Look at the size of that thing. Our porn subscriptions are paying off.”
West zoom-pinched the screen as everyone crowded in, but there was no need for it. You could see Sin’s “thing” a mile away. Hell, you might even be able to see it from outer space.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dick that big in person,” East mused.
Daire’s eyes landed on him, his perpetual scowl in place. “You own a mirror, don’t you?”
East gave him a droll look. “You’re just jealous there’s something scarier than you in this van right now.”
Travis busted out laughing as Preston angled his head to the side, a wince marring his all-American good-boy features.
“That looks like it would cause serious damage. Not sure Serena would enjoy something that, um…big.”
“Maybe you should take her shopping one day and show her some options.” West smirked. “I’m sure polite missionary style gets boring after the millionth time with the same person. Shake things up, add some spice to your life.”
“By offering to split her in half?” Travis grabbed his stomach and started to laugh. “Why don’t you show JT? I’m sure the golden boy could do with a little…loosening up.”
West’s eyes latched on to Travis. “Shut the hell up.”
“Oh, someone’s touchy.”
“Someone is still making shit right after listening to you assholes in the first place. I don’t need you yapping about our sex life.”
West—and his new boyfriend, JT—were never going to let any of us live down the bet we’d issued West at the start of the fall semester. Getting back at the dean of Astor by corrupting her son seemed like a good idea at the time—until West went and fell for him instead.
Never thought I’d see the day that the biggest playboy of our group had a boyfriend.
As everyone in the van bitched amongst themselves, it gave me the opportunity to melt into the background and try to get my own dick under control, because the second it caught sight of Sin again, it had stood up ready to say hi.
“Can you assholes get out?” Daire said from the back seat. “I’d like the day to be over with at some fucking point.”
West reluctantly pocketed his phone, and we all piled out to head into Astor. As we made our way inside the gates, I fell back and took another look at my phone.
Jesus, Sin really was something to look at—and no, not just his cock. Once you got past that, his body, face, and sheer animal magnetism made for one hot package.
He was all male, kind of…primal, in a way. Like a lion, with those amber eyes and that long mane of—
“You’re awfully quiet back here.” Preston moved into step beside me, and I quickly turned off the screen. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I nodded and slipped my phone into the pocket of my jeans. “I was just, uh, wondering if Gavin got here on time this morning, that’s all.”
Lies.
“He didn’t come home last night, and I know it’s hard for him to get back after spending the night at Joey’s.”
There, that sounded plausible enough. My younger brother, Gavin, was dating a guy who lived in Queens, and that was a good hour commute from the Upper East Side. That seemed like way too much effort to me, unless you were madly in love. But Gavin was a dreamer, and apparently Joey was worth the trek, though many of us disagreed.
“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” Preston scanned the courtyard, most likely on the lookout for his girlfriend, Serena. He was the only one in the group who wouldn’t be drooling over the email of Sin, but I knew if the rest of us went to the club Friday, he’d still drag himself there to hang.
And we were definitely going.
My hand itched to reach for my phone again, and that was when I realized it was gonna be a looong fucking day of torture before I could get home to do exactly what my cock had wanted from the second Sin’s name had been mentioned.
“You two maybe want to pick up the pace?” East called over his shoulder. “I ordered breakfast for eight fifty, sharp.”
“Aye-aye, captain.” I gave a mock salute as we followed the rest of the guys inside the main building of the university, heading to the lounge area we’d commandeered our first day here at the school.
It was a private room, one that was usually reserved for professors, but from the moment we’d set foot in the halls, the space had become ours.
It was obnoxious, I knew that, the way we somehow managed to take over anything and everything we wanted. Our favorite spot in the courtyard. The first spot in any line. But at the same time, it was kind of expected from us. Everyone knew our parents, therefore they knew the amount of money the seven of us brought to Astor. So if we wanted somewhere private and professionally decorated, then the school wasn’t going to give us too much shit about it.
We entered the opulent space full of traditional wood-paneled walls, beautiful velvet couches, and leather clubman chairs. It was easy to tell which one of us had had the main say in décor—East. It looked like some high-end cigar club, not a college hangout spot.
I dropped my ass into a chair and pulled my phone back out, pretending to hit up my social media pages. But instead I opened the email sitting in my inbox, taunting me to take another look. I turned the volume down and hit play again, propping an ankle on my knee.
It wasn’t that I’d never seen a good-looking guy before. Hell, with the industry I was in, you could randomly throw a quarter and watch it bounce off a tight ass. But Sin was different. He wasn’t polished—unless you counted the oil Anita had rubbed all over him—and angular. He wasn’t all full lips and perfect posture and gait. He was raw and earthy and made you want to get down and dirty with him.
Really fucking dirty.
“So, Van, you gonna be able to make it to this party Friday?” Travis turned his head in my direction. “Or you got work this weekend?”
I didn’t care if I had a meeting with the pope this weekend. I’d be canceling it for a chance to see Sin again.
“Nothing this weekend, so I’ll be there.” There was no way I was letting this opportunity slip through my hands. It was like fate wanted me to see Sin again. It had literally delivered him to my inbox for the price of three hundred dollars a year.
Travis’s lips curled. “Maybe you could give him some tips on the best way to angle himself for the light.”
“I don’t know,” West piped up. “Considering the size of the piece of equipment he’s working with, I think he’s got a pretty good handle on his angles. The fact it didn’t block out the sun was impressive.”
“What was impressive?”
My eyes widened at the sound of JT’s voice, and I slid down in my seat.
“Uh…nothing,” West said.
I snorted, then clapped a hand over my mouth when West glared.
“Nothing, huh?” JT could see right through that shit. West was the worst liar ever.
West cleared his throat and walked around my chair to go and greet his guy. The rest of us all turned and practically burned holes in his back. If he was about to be handed his ass like the last time JT caught him in a lie, we all wanted to witness it.
“Well, nothing important.” West kissed JT’s cheek, then—holy shit—handed over his phone. “I was just telling Van that I didn’t think this guy needed lighting tips for his dick. Not when he’s handling it like it’s a goddamn lightsaber. Thing is lit up like a weapon.”
JT took in the video of Sin working his “weapon,” and he looked truly horrified.
“Aw, don’t look so shattered, Golden Boy.” East chuckled. “West came to terms with his inadequacies years ago. If you want to try something that big, I’m sure he could find it in silicone.”
“Or better yet,” Travis interjected, “they might sell replicas of Sin at his coming-out party.”
Fuck, I hadn’t even thought about that. But as the idea took root and started to percolate, so did my dick. The idea of being able to watch him and use his…likeness to get myself off? That was something I could get behind—or more like get in my behind.
“Um, I think I’ll pass,” JT said, handing the phone back like it was a snake that might bite him. A long, thick python. “That looks painful.”
“Try not to be too insulted by that,” Daire said as he crossed the room and threw open the door. “I’m out. Only so much talk about your dicks I want to hear.”
As Daire exited, West led JT over to where he’d been sitting on the couch and pulled him down on his lap.
“Coming-out party?” JT said as West wound his arms around his waist and nuzzled into his curls.
“Yeah, it’s Friday. Think you can swing it?”
JT’s lips twitched as he glanced back at West. “I mean, not as far as that guy, obviously. But if you think you’re going to a coming-out party for a porn star on your own, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“I don’t want another thing coming.” West smoothed a hand up JT’s thigh, making him blush. “Just you.”
It was…weird to see West so obviously content in a relationship when he’d never been in one in his life. But seeing him all heart-eyes over the golden boy made something inside of me feel restless. I enjoyed being a couple, enjoyed having someone to kiss and make out with, and I definitely enjoyed having someone to give my body the attention it was so clearly lacking.
But I had a leg up here, an ace I could play that no one in this room knew about. I’d met Sin, talked to him, been the one he was eye-fucking while filming this very scene, and if the gods wanted me to attend his party, I wasn’t going to go and purchase a replica of the guy.
No way. I was going to get the real thing.
He wanted me, and I wanted him. So why couldn’t we have a night together…without cameras?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The jarring sound interrupted my thoughts as the door behind me was pushed open again and East got to his feet and clapped his hands.
“Oh good, breakfast,” he said, waving in the delivery guy, who was balancing a tray of coffees in one hand and holding several bags in the other. “Now, who ordered the sausage?”
