“How many women you fuck in this thing?”
I roll my eyes. “Why would I need to fuck them in the elevator when there are plenty of other places to choose from in this building?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s not exactly the thrill of the forbidden since it’s your place.”
“Trust me, I’d opt for other locations over my private elevator.”
The car zips down to the bottom level of the club and the doors slide open. The expansive space is dark, save for wall sconces that give off the dimmest of light. Music pulsates, the beats reverberating between my ears, making my temples throb. I can’t even remember the details of this event; my mind has been so preoccupied with thoughts of Shaye. But Max was right. Same shit, different night. These people play hard, that’s for sure. And they love having an audience for whatever sick and twisted shit they do. And nobody has to worry about ending up on YouTube since all cell phones are confiscated before they make their way into the den of ill repute.
I wander around, shake hands with a few people who are still dressed, distracted by the images floating around in my head. Walking past hot, sweaty bodies in the most compromising of positions doesn’t make me the least bit hard. The only thing that makes my cock twitch is the thought of Shaye lying on my bed, naked and dripping wet for me.
Two barely-dressed blondes in heels slide up against me. “Nico,” the taller one of them, Jayla, murmurs, running a finger down the front of my chest. She toys with the buttons on my shirt, and my back stiffens. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Kara, the other blonde with the bigger tits, flashes a seductive smile as she slides herself against me. “We were afraid you forgot about us.”
I rake a hand through my hair, catching Max’s gaze. His jaw is set, eyes narrowed. He watches without a word. What the fuck is up with him tonight? It has to be more than that run-in with Sloane. This kind of situation would normally amuse him, but he just looks pissed off right now. He stiffens and turns toward another woman who looks about ready to fuck him against the wall.
Weird that he’s not taking the bait.
“Nico,” Jayla whispers, cupping my cock in one hand and massaging Kara’s tits with the other. “Don’t you want to fuck us? And then watch us fuck each other?” She squeezes my cock and gasps. “We’re so wet for you. Let us ride that fat cock just the way you like it.”
Kara moans when Jayla’s fingers drift south, plunging into her pussy. She grips my arm, tossing her head back as Jayla finger-fucks her. “Nico, don’t make us wait. Let’s go to your room.” She slides one of my hands over her smooth ass cheek and squeezes it. “I know how much you want this ass. Take it, Nico. Now.”
I pull away my hand. “Not tonight.”
Jayla’s lips curl into a smirk. “Oh, so you want to play hard to get for a change, huh?” She pushes her tits against me and starts to unbuckle my belt. “I like this game.”
I grab her wrist. “It’s not a game. I mean it. This isn’t happening.”
Kara’s mouth drops open. “But we always—”
“No.” I fix my jacket and nod my head toward Max as a signal to get the fuck away from these women…just two of the hundreds of women that I’ve brought to my own private room over the years. The best pussy money can buy, not that I have to pay a cent for it. Truth be told, I never wanted it in the first place, and I sure as hell don’t need it anymore now that I’ve pulled my head out of my ass and finally made the right choice for my future.
I lead Max around a darkened corner in the direction of my private elevator. I really hope nobody else tries to manhandle me tonight. There’s only one person I want executing that kind of carnal assault.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Max mutters, walking next to me. “You feeling sick or something?”
I shrug. “I guess I’m not in the mood tonight either.” My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to find a text from Shaye. I clearly have a death wish as I walk next to her brother and stare at the X-rated selfie she just sent with her legs spread and her fingers rubbing against her pussy. But it’s the message that makes my dick thicken to the point where I’m afraid it may just bust through the fabric of my pants.
I like playing this game. Wanna come here and watch?
Fuck me, I need to get home. Immediately, if not sooner.
“You bang these chicks ten at a time every time there’s an event. Why not tonight? What the fuck is up with you?”
That angry tone is back. Christ, he is such a moody bitch. He really needs to get laid tonight. “Nothing. I’m just a little out of it, I guess. Shit’s been weighing on me these days. I don’t think I need to tell you that. And my back is still seriously messed up from that wreck.”
Max narrows his eyes and folds his massive arms over his chest. “You seemed fine to me until a little while ago…until you got a flash of pussy. That’s not like you.”
I grip the phone in my hand. “I think I just need a break. Listen, I’m gonna head out soon. You can handle things here, right?” I turn and force us to walk the last few steps to the elevator. I pull my key out of my pocket and stick it into the lock next to the elevator door.
“Yeah.” Max looks at me, a strange expression on his face. “Hey, how’d you hear about me seeing Sloane earlier, anyway?”
Fuck. I had to open my damn mouth, didn’t I? “Oh, yeah, Shaye texted me about picking up that Scrabble game my grandfather got for her, and said she’d be by to get it tomorrow since she’d been with Sloane all day and was going to some party with her tonight. I just figured you saw her since you were home today.” Jesus Christ, could I back myself farther into a corner with a bullshit response that I literally just pulled out of my ass?
Max doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. I keep my gaze on him, steady and unwavering, because if I show any sign that I just fucked myself, he’ll leap over the desk and attack like a wolverine. I’ve seen it, and the aftermath ain’t pretty.
You don’t touch your best friend’s baby sister. Ever. It’s an unspoken rule, one that I’ve now broken too many times to count. I’m realizing all of this again as my balls ache with the knowledge that she’s waiting for me in my bed, and I’m still here.