Tricks and Bids (MM)
Suit of Hearts Series, Book One
When Michael Nole propositions Dillon Spade outside of a BDSM club one evening, all he is looking for is a potential client and a little kink, but he gets much more than he bargained for. As a prostitute, Michael enjoys sex but keeps an emotional distance between himself and the men he sleeps with. His priority is to keep himself safe, but after a night in Dillon's bed, he finds the line between enjoyment and occupation becoming blurrier than usual.
Dillon Spade hasn't taken another man home in six years since his previous lover passed away, but there is something about Michael that calls to his inner Dominant in a way he cannot resist. His instincts want to claim the boy even as he reminds himself that he is only paying Michael for temporary company.
Their relationship may have started as a business transaction, but these two are finding it difficult to remain professional when the man beside them is proving to be an exception to all the rules.
“Hey. Wanna play?”
Dillon looked at the young man with an appraising eye. At first glance, he seemed no different than any of the other men who frequented the club. He was lean and fit with a handsome face from what Dillon could make out in the shadows. The Dominant noted the boy’s dark brown hair was long enough to grip, a trait he appreciated in a submissive, but there was something else about the man that had caught his attention. It was in the way he leaned casually against the brick wall of the club but seemed just a bit too hidden in the shadows for a cigarette break. If Dillon wasn’t mistaken, he’d seen this man before, usually headed into the local motel and never with the same man twice.
“Are you some sort of whore?” Dillon asked.
The man looked taken aback for a moment before he covered it with a smooth smile. “I thought they used the phrase ‘rent boy’ around here,” he said.
“You wouldn’t want to be politically correct and go with prostitute?”
The young man wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Makes it sound too much like a job.”
Dillon chuckled and cracked a smile. “How much do you charge?”
“Depends on what you want to do.”
Dillon nodded. “Are you clean?”
“Yes. Condoms are mandatory and your expense.”
“Expense? That sounds like a job term to me.”
The young man smirked.
Dillon looked the boy up and down, considering him. “Come on,” he said, turning toward the car park. “We’ll talk details when we get to my place.”
“Your place? Don’t you mean a hotel?”
“My place,” repeated Dillon. “I don’t do quick fucks.”