“Does it feel good? I bet you love being on display like this, don’t you? You’d love it if someone came by and saw you all blissed out while I played with your beautiful cock. Fuck, Chase.”
Nate understood. He knew how to hit all those pleasure points and what words to say to get me there and I came, shouting. My cum spilled over his fingers and sprayed against the dash. I panted as I came down from the high and turned to face the man who had managed to blow my mind with just a little hand job.
Nathan’s mouth crashed down on mine, and my fingers tangled in his hair. Over the month and a half that he’d been here, it had gotten so much longer and I absolutely loved it. I was turning him into a beach bum like me.
When we finally calmed down enough, I found some old napkins and wiped down before stuffing my dick back into my pants. We exited the car and entered the house. There was a little extrapep in my step now that I’d gotten off within the last few minutes. It had felt damn good.
Nathan unlocked the house, and we both froze when we entered. Maybe it had been a good thing that we’d had our fun in the car because the house had definitely had some partiers for renters and we had a giant mess to clean up.
Itossed the last garbage bag onto the curb and glared at the enormous pile of them. Normally, a clean-up resulted in maybe five or six bags. Notthirty. The sheer amount of beer bottles and soda cans had been stupid. I’d be thankful if I never had to clean up that many used condoms ever again. It was always a hazard of the job, but most had been tossed into the trash cans and didn’t require me to pull them off of a lamp or other surfaces.
“I think we have a problem...”
I turned as Nathan came out of the house. He looked unsure, holding up his phone.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, since I’ve been cleaning these houses with you... I don’t think I’ve seen this. Do we call someone?”
Now he had my attention and when he held out his phone to show me the picture, my heart sank. The hypodermic needles were hard to mistake. You could always assume that someone was on insulin, but the way the house had been destroyed for a party, it wasn’t likely.
“I’ve only come across it once. I called Drew, and he handled it. Maybe we need to do the same thing again?”
Nathan nodded and called his uncle. The last time this had happened, Drew told me not to touch the needles or anything around them. I wasn’t stupid, but it sucked that people took advantage of other people’s properties like this. It was in the agreement when you rented the houses that drugs weren’t allowed. Even though weed was legal in Washington state, Drew didn’t even allow that on his premises.
When Nathan came back a few minutes later, he was stuffing his phone back into his pocket. “Uncle Drew says to lock up the house and that he’ll take care of the rest of it. He’s pissed.”
“I don’t blame him.”
I went inside and grabbed the rest of my supplies before slipping back outside just as Drew’s truck pulled up. He slammed the door as he got out and marched up to both Nathan and me. “I thought I said to get away from this house.”
I stared at Drew. He’d never once yelled at me. “You did. I was just getting the supplies so we could move on tothe next place.”
He deflated for a moment before turning to his nephew and holding his hands out for the keys. Nathan handed them over and we rushed to Nathan’s car just as a police car pulled up behind Drew’s truck.
Maybe he didn’t want us to be here in case the cops thought we were involved somehow, but everyone knew that I was only the guy who was hired to clean the houses. Something weird had to be going on there.
We didn’t need to hang around to find out, and when Nathan and I climbed into his car, he pulled away from the house.
“That was weird, right?”
I laughed because at least I wasn’t alone. “It was really fucking weird.”
The next house wasn’t anywhere close to bad. It was the standard turnover. Same with the one after it. By the time we got back to Drew’s house that evening, my feet were lead. I could barely drag my body through the front door.
Gabriella was cooking something in the kitchen. It was strange how she’d become such a staple in Drew’s house over the last few days. “Come on in, boys. I’ve got dinner going. It’s Thai chicken and curry noodles. I hope that sounds okay.”
My mouth watered because none of us knew how to make anything special.
Drew came out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his jeans. Gabriella scowled at him. He grinned, grabbed a bottle of beerfrom the fridge, and plopped back into a chair at the dining table. It was the first time I noticed it was actually set. There were plates, glasses, and utensils. Another strange sight for Drew’s home. We normally just helped ourselves and sat at the kitchen island.
Gabriella stood with her hands on her hips and then rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you guys have a seat? I’ll bring you something to drink. Dinner is just about ready.”
“We’re okay getting it ourselves, but thank you,” I said, heading in the direction of the fridge before she shooed me toward the table.
“No, you don’t. Sit. I’ll take care of you all.”
Chapter 32
