I nod.
“And a rum and Coke for my friend.”
The waitress nods and walks off. I smile as my little fan club begins to edge closer to the table. The pretty brunette at the front meets my gaze. I wink at her, and watch as she approaches us.
“Mind if I sit down?” she asks, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder.
I motion to the vacant chairs opposite us. “Please. I’m Ryder.”
“Nice to meet you, Ryder. I’m Salli.” She giggles, and extends her hand to meet mine. She is completely oblivious to Josh sitting next to me, and I can see that amuses him. Not that he minds. He’s my wingman, but I know he’d never do anything to jeopardize his relationship. I admire that.
“So what brings you to Paris, Salli?” I ask. Her accent tells me she’s British, like me.
“A girls’ weekend.” She smiles again, and her beauty strikes me. Some would call me a player, but that’s not how it is at all. I just love exploring the sensuality of different women. Every woman has her own unique beauty, and discovering that can be an incredible experience.
Am I really that bad a guy if I like to be thorough in my exploits?
“Really?” I raise my eyebrows and reach for my drink. “How long are you here for?”
“We go back home tomorrow night. After the tennis final,” she adds. Her eyes sparkle, and l laugh. She’s almost bursting with excitement, and I know meeting me has made her night.
“How would you feel,” I begin, my eyes penetrating hers, “about taking this party back to my room?”
She practically faints at the sound of my words. I can see Josh shaking his head out of the corner of my eye. “I would love that.” Her lips form a small pout. “But I promised my friends I wouldn’t leave them. Do you mind if they come too?”
I follow her gaze to her friends. They’ve moved away from us, and are now dirty dancing near the bar.
“If they want to come, then I’m more than happy to accommodate them,” I say with a grin.
“Give me a minute.” She giggles again.
The sound of her laugh is beginning to grate on me, but she’s stunning—and so are her friends—so I force myself to focus. And maybe not say anything that will make her laugh. I sit forward and watch her run over to her friends, shaking my head. Had a fivesome literally just fallen in my lap? Was a fivesome even a thing? Or was anything over three simply an orgy?
“How do you do that?” mutters Josh. He shakes his head in amazement.
I smile, not letting on that I’d forgotten he was even there.
“How the hell do you do that?”
“Man, I have no idea. I’m just being myself.” I shrug.
And that is the truth. I have a friendly personality that attracts women—it’s as simple as that. If there is one thing I hate, it’s guys that treat women like shit. That whole asshole routine isn’t my thing. To be honest, I can’t be bothered dealing with women who lack the self-confidence to respect themselves.
“You know they just want you because you’re Ryder Stevens, right? Not that it’s a bad way to be used,” he adds.
“Why do you even care? Or have you forgotten about Charlotte?” I ask.
“I don’t care like that. It just shouldn’t be that damn easy for you,” he grumbles. “Everything is easy for you.”
I laugh and throw a few bills down on the table. “See you later. Buy yourself a drink or two. You’ll be in my box tomorrow, right?”
He nods and I grin.
“Good. Because it’s probably the closest you’ll ever get to the French Open final.”
Chapter Three
“Wow, I love your room.”
I look at the blonde. Her American accent catches me by surprise. She’s wearing a short blue dress that is struggling to contain her cleavage, and the four-inch heels she’s wearing further lengthen her long, tanned legs. There is no denying how sexy she is, but next to the more natural beauty of Salli, she pales in comparison.
“I can’t take credit for what is one of the most luxurious hotels in France,” I murmur. I stand back and watch them walk over to take in the stunning view of the Eiffel Tower showcased by the living room window.
Four stunning women standing in my hotel room, all waiting to be fucked. I smile, because I know this is going to be a big night. My cock twitches as Salli snakes her arm around the curve of the blonde’s back, her hand falling to her ass. She looks over her shoulder and smirks at me as her fingers find their way under Blondie’s dress.
Fuck me.
I step forward, unable to wipe the smirk off my face. This was going to be fucking awesome.
Sex is something I have often. Very often. In fact, after a drunken night with Josh I’d worked out that in the past twelve months I’d slept with nearly two hundred and fifty women.
“How the fuck is that even possible?” Josh had gasped.
“Easy. You’d be surprised at the number of women who want no-strings sex. Throw in regular threesomes, foursomes, and even a sixsome . . .” I winked.
“Five women? At once? Man, I can barely handle one,” he’d grumbled.
“Want to introduce me to your friends?” I direct my question to Salli, and walk over to the window.
She turns around and smiles. Her arm is still around her blonde friend’s waist. “This is Piper. Cierra is on the end, and this is Mel.” She turns to Mel and kisses her on the lips as her fingers slowly move around to her stomach and up to the curve of her breast.
I shake my head and grin: there is nothing hotter than two sexy women kissing. Piper steps forward, her eyes meeting mine. I reach out and run my finger over the edge of her hair, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.
“Lovely to meet you, Piper,” I murmur. My hand hooks around the back of her neck as I nudge her closer to me. She smiles as I press my mouth against hers. She tastes sweet, like cotton candy, and her pink, glittery lip-gloss rubs off on my tongue.
My hand moves behind her back as I discover the zip to her dress. My lips find the curve of her neck as I lower the zipper, allowing the dress to slide off her slender body.
I groan, cupping her perfectly round breasts in my hands. She gasps as I gently squeeze her nipple, and then not so gently roll it between my fingers. I’m shocked that she isn’t wearing anything under that damn dress—not even underwear.
I look up and notice that Mel and Salli are still kissing. Cierra is watching me and Piper. Her pretty lips form into a pout, as if she’s upset about being left out. I motion for her to join us. I am more than happy to accommodate.
Her rich chocolate eyes don’t stray from mine as she walks over to us. They continue to watch me as she lowers her lips down onto Piper’s neck. Raking my fingers through her thick golden locks, I kiss Cierra, my tongue swirling around hers.
A knock on the door alerts me that the champagne I ordered has arrived. I walk over to the door and open it, allowing the bellhop to wheel in the trolley. Three bottles of champagne sit in a bucket of ice, and a platter of fresh chocolate-dipped strawberries sit on the crisp white tablecloth.
I smirk as the bellhop’s gaze strays over to my half-naked entourage. His eyes widen and he quickly looks away, not meeting my gaze. I hand him a tip and put my hand on his back, leading him out of the room. His face is beet red as he mumbles a thank you.
“Help yourselves,” I say, motioning to the table. I pop the top off the champagne and fill four glasses.
“You’re not having any?” Salli asks, lifting the flute to her lips.
“That would be unprofessional of me. I have a game of tennis to play in,” I check my watch, “ten hours.” I move closer to her and take the glass from her hand. Setting it aside, I take her hand and lead her over to the couch.
Sitting down, I pull Salli onto me. She straddles me, smiling as I gently bite her lip. I reach behind her and unwrap the tie that is holding her dress up. It spills around her waist, and I’m left staring at her gorgeous breasts.
She gasps as
I slither down under her and take her nipple in my mouth, rolling it around my tongue. Her back arches as she grinds her body against me, her movement making me hard. Or maybe it’s the feel of her wet pussy brushing over my fingers as I stroke the outer edge of her panties. She gasps as I slide two fingers inside her. Her muscles contract and I’m aroused at how tight she is.
I groan as she slips her hand behind her, inside my pants, and grips her fingers around my cock. Before I can even react, she’s off my lap and on her knees in front of me. I groan as her lips close over the tip of my cock. Her tongue is fucking magical as it curls around my length. I inhale sharply and watch her as she takes all of me in her mouth. There is nothing sexier than watching a woman give you head—especially when she knows what she’s doing.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
She sucks faster, running her lips all the way to the base of my shaft. I’m in heaven. I groan, my body jerking as my release coats the back of her throat. I’m teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain; I want to push her away, but at the same time I need more. Seconds later I’m groaning because and I can’t handle any more; even the soft touch of her breath on me sends me into a spin.
“Fuck, that was epic,” I mutter, closing my eyes. She giggles as I sigh.
“You mind if we jump in your hot tub?”
Opening my eyes, I look up and see Cierra standing in front of me. Salli gets to her feet and not so discreetly wipes her mouth.
“Sure, go ahead,” I murmur.
Salli reaches for my hand and helps me up. My jeans fall around my ankles, so I step out of them and follow the girls out to the hot tub.
My balcony is like a scene from an eighties college movie: music is playing in the background and there are breasts everywhere. These girls are anything but shy.
This is exactly what I need.
“You coming in?” one asks me.
I’ve lost track of who’s who, so I simply nod and peel off my boxer shorts. I slide into the steaming water. I have a girl on either side of me, and Salli positioned between my legs. I laugh, and wonder if she’s trying to stake a claim on me.
Piper—I think—who is on my left, tilts my head and kisses me. I groan as I feel a hand on my cock. After the day I’ve had, I’ve got no idea how I’m still able to get it up, but he’s standing strong.
I press my lips against hers as the hands work my cock. I’m not even sure who the hand belongs to at this point, and I don’t really care.
“Do you want some champagne?” Cierra dangles an empty glass in front of me.
“I’ll get it.” I laugh. She’s already half sloshed.
Piper pouts as though she’s disappointed I’m leaving, but to be honest my balls are aching like crazy. I need a moment to recover from Salli’s stellar blowjob.
I stand up and step out of the tub. My foot loses traction, and before I can even understand what the fuck is happening, I’m on my back, staring up at the sky. In the distance I can hear a woman screaming. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s me.
I’m screaming.
I’m screaming like a fucking chick. The pain is excruciating. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It is literally taking my breath away.
Suddenly, naked women surround me. Salli tries to help me sit up.
“Fuck,” I growl, falling back onto my side. It’s the only position that offers me any relief at all. This is not good.
“Should we call an ambulance?” someone asks.
“No,” I respond, gritting my teeth.
I’m not even sure the question was directed at me, but I can’t risk this getting out. Me being wheeled out of my hotel room on a stretcher is not keeping a low profile.
“I’m fine. I’m just in shock. Help me up.”
I’m almost ready to pass out as the girls lift me to my feet. It feels as if I’ve broken my back, and for a moment, I’m worried I might have. Then I realize if that were the case, I probably wouldn’t be moving at all.
It’s just a sprain. A few hours’ rest and I’ll be fine.
“I think you better go,” I mutter. I make it to the couch where I collapse, still breathless. By now, the room is spinning.
“Are you sure?” Salli looks worried as she touches my arm. “Can I get you some painkillers or something? You don’t look too good. Are you sure we shouldn’t be taking you to the hospital?”
“There is some Nurofen in my tennis bag. If you could get them for me and some water that would be great,” I say, grateful for her help.
She runs to my bag and gets the tablets, sitting them on the table next to me along with a bottle of water. With a final, uncertain glance back at me, she runs out of the room, hot on the heels of her friends. I can hear them dressing, and finally I hear the door slam shut.
Fuck. Now I can panic. Because I know there is something seriously fucking wrong. I reach for the Nurofen and laugh. I doubt all the fucking Nurofen in the world could kill this pain. I shift slightly and almost pass out from the pain.
I’m beginning to regret not letting them call an ambulance.
Chapter Four
I force my eyes open as I hear the creak of the door. Matt is standing in front of me, shaking his head. He looks angry, and I don’t blame him. If I were him, I’d be pissed too.
It’s slowly coming back to me, but my memory is fuzzy. The girls from the club. Slipping over on the balcony. I remember calling Josh, but nothing after that until waking up in here a few hours ago.
I must’ve passed out.
“I know, I know,” I mutter, trying to ignore the pain throbbing through my lower back. It’s still so fucking intense. “You don’t need to say it.”
“I think I do.” He laughs and pulls a chair closer to the bed. “What the hell were you thinking? Oh wait, that’s right: you don’t think. You’re completely insane.”
“I didn’t know it was broken,” I grumble. I reach for my morphine button and press it. Relief surges through my veins. Fuck.
“Fuck, Ryder. All I can say is you’re lucky this happened now, and not at the start of the season.”
“Lucky?” I growl. I fail to see how this makes me lucky in any way. I’d forfeited the final of the French Open. My sponsors were going to kill me. On second thought, this whole disaster was probably great exposure for them.
“Oh, quit acting like you didn’t bring this on yourself. This is a PR fucking nightmare,” he says, running a hand through his silver hair. “You know the women you were with went straight to the papers? You need to start thinking with your head instead of your dick.”
“Are you done?” I snap. I glare at him. “I fucked up. I’m aware of that. You going on about it isn’t going to change anything, is it?”
“No, but it might make you think twice before doing something so stupid again. For fuck’s sake, you slipped and broke your ass bone getting out of a fucking hot tub—mid-orgy, no doubt—the night before—no, the morning of the final for the French Open. How could you be so fucking stupid?”
“I’m aware of the details,” I say, gritting my teeth. Will he just go already, and leave me to wallow in peace?
“You’re a fucking laughing stock. I mean, who the fuck breaks their ass? I hope the sex was at least worth it,” he goes on and on. I close my eyes and groan, wishing he would just leave already. He’s not telling me anything I don’t already know.
And I’m sure the sex would’ve been fantastic, if we’d gotten that far.
“I have to go and sort this shit out—not that I think there is much hope of that. Try not to get into any more trouble in here, okay?”
I roll my eyes as he stands up. He kicks the chair back, sending it flying against the wall as he storms out of the room. He’s right. I know that. This is the type of shit that stays in the gossip columns for weeks. It’s the kind of material that comedians thrive on.
I’ll be the butt of jokes for weeks . . . literally.
**
For the rest of the day I drift in
and out of sleep, only waking when the pain becomes so bad that I need to shift the weight off my back. How can one tiny bone cause so much fucking hurt?
Nurses filter in and out to take my vitals and roll me over onto my other side. I swear every single one of them is laughing at me. I am so fucking embarrassed, because I know that they all know exactly what happened. The whole fucking world knows.
It’s nearly four p.m. when I hear the door. I look up and see Josh. He sits down on the chair next to my bed.
“Hey, man.”
“Hey,” I mutter.
“How are you feeling?”
“How do you think I’m feeling?” I groan.
He raises his eyebrows, and I immediately feel bad for taking my anger out on him.
“Sorry. I’m sore, and every time I think about what happened I want to cringe. But apart from that I’m great.”
“Have the doctors told you how long you’ll be out of action for?”
I shrug. It’s too depressing to even think about anymore. “In here for a week, then off my feet for a few more. After that, who the fuck knows?” I groan. Josh snorts, and I raise my eyebrows at him. “Is there something you wanna say?”
“Sorry, but you have more sex than any guy I know. I can’t imagine you bedbound for a freaking day, let alone a month.”
Fuck! I hadn’t even thought about that. This was getting worse and worse.
“Can we please talk about something other than this?” I plead, closing my eyes.
“Yeah, sure.” He reaches down and into the bag at his feet. “I brought some shit in for you. Your laptop, some magazines, chocolate . . . Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you, okay?”
“Thanks,” I say. “What am I supposed to do, man? I can’t lie on my arse for the next month. You know me, dude. I can’t sit still through a fucking movie.”
“You don’t have a choice.” He shrugs. “Do something to take your mind off things. Learn a language. Answer some of your freaking fan mail, for once. Just take it for what this is and relax. It could’ve been worse. If you keep focusing on how bad this is, you’ll end up depressed.”
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