“Where’s Ethan?”
Beau slowly turned toward the voice, his teeth locking together as he did. Cocking one eyebrow, he peered down at Blake Henley, but he didn’t say a word.
“Sorry, man. I figured since you were standing over here all alone, you’d be the one who could direct me.”
Beau wanted to tell Blake to fuck off, but he kept his mouth shut.
“So, have you seen him?”
Swallowing hard, Beau tried not to smash the beer bottle that he was holding with his bare hand. “No.” Forcing the one word past his lips was harder than he thought.
“That figures,” Blake said with a devious smile. “I heard he tries to stay as far away from you as possible.”
Beau wanted to turn away, but he couldn’t seem to get his body to cooperate. Instead, he continued to glare at Blake.
“You know he’s not interested, right?” Blake taunted, trying to sound unconcerned but he didn’t fool Beau. “He’s got his man and that’s all he needs.”
Thankfully, Blake turned away because Beau felt his face heat, the anger building, searching for an outlet and he damn sure didn’t want Blake to see the effect his statement had on him. Not that this was the time or place for him to lose his composure anyway. Reining in every ounce of his control, Beau kept himself in check, refusing to make a fool out of himself in front of his friends.
Despite his best effort, the words slipped out anyway.
“If you’re all he needs, why’s he hiding from you?” Beau asked, keeping his voice low.
Blake’s head jerked toward him, his eyes narrowed into slits. So, obviously Blake hadn’t expected Beau to say anything.
Blake took two steps closer, trying to get up in Beau’s face, but their height difference made it almost impossible. Beau made Blake look like a little boy who hadn’t reached puberty yet. Taking a deep breath, he demanded his nerves to settle. He could handle this.
“If you know what’s best –” Blake began, but Beau cut him off by leaning right down into his face.
“Listen here you little piece of shit. Lay off me. Understand? You’re damn lucky I haven’t told Ethan what a fuck up you really are.”
“Fuck you, Bennett,” Blake growled.
Beau lowered his voice, making sure not to be heard by anyone else around them. The lethal tone was unavoidable though. “Not in this lifetime. And I suggest you get Ethan out of your system soon because the guy’s gonna kick your ass to the curb soon enough. And I’m gonna be waiting. At that point, if you want to chat about whose balls are bigger, you find me.”
Blake took an apprehensive step back, his eyebrows shooting skyward. He must’ve understood the threat.
“Well, tonight he’s mine. So why don’t you take a seat over there and watch the show.”
“No can do,” Beau said, forcing himself to sound uninterested. “I only like to watch when there’s satisfaction to be found by everyone involved. But, you go find him and don’t try to think about who Ethan’s actually thinking about when he’s fucking you.”
With that Beau turned and walked away. After all, he had no intention of letting Blake hear the way his heart was pounding like a bass drum in his chest. Never mind the fact that he was lying.
He fully intended to watch Ethan tonight. And if Ethan chose to fuck that asshole right there in front of anyone, Beau would make sure Ethan wished it were him he was with.
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Sawyer
Walking up to Greyson who was probably two seconds away from penetrating the girl he was with, Sawyer tapped his buddy on the shoulder. “Let’s take it into the club.”
Greyson nodded, releasing his hold on the chick he was with. To Sawyer’s surprise, the girl didn’t even bother to right her clothes as she followed close behind, still attempting to climb Greyson’s body as they walked.
For some reason, Sawyer liked her all the more because of it. After all, that’s just what he was in search of tonight. Mindless sex.
“What’s this place?” Andrea asked from beside him.
“A club,” he offered, not wanting to waste any time talking tonight.
Opening the door to Covet, the club that would soon open to the public and rock their fucking socks off, Sawyer took a step back and allowed the three of them to precede him inside. The club was near completion, with the exception of getting the main bar installed, as well as the various runway platforms that would be interspersed throughout. So, progress was certainly being made, and Sawyer found he couldn’t wait to introduce his baby to the world.
Releasing Andrea’s arm, Sawyer excused himself to go turn on the lights. Might as well set the mood. While he was at the control panel, he grabbed a bottle of Grey Goose that he’d stashed before everyone arrived. At the rate his night was going, he figured getting blind drunk wasn’t going to hurt.
Well, maybe in the morning, but at least not tonight. And that’s all that mattered.
And he was already halfway there, how about that.
“Hey, baby,” Andrea crooned when he rejoined the three of them.
Rather than respond, Sawyer grinned, sending her exactly the message he wanted her to receive. Sawyer wasn’t here tonight to get to know this girl. In fact, he wasn’t much for chit chat of any kind tonight.
But, he was all for having some fun.
Taking a swig from the bottle, Sawyer motioned for Andrea to join him as he sat in one of the chairs beside Greyson. As it turned out, the woman that Greyson had picked up earlier in the day was a bit more promiscuous than her friend seemed to be. Not that Andrea appeared to be any sort of saint because, at the moment, she had taken it upon herself to kneel in front of him where he sat.
Tilting the bottle of vodka to his lips, Sawyer stared down at her, watching the way she shyly glanced over at Greyson’s woman, seemingly admiring what she was doing.
“Go ahead, honey, join her,” Sawyer suggested, enjoying the effects of the alcohol he’d been consuming for the last few hours. His tongue was blessedly numb, his muscles no longer tense, and his head felt incredibly light on his shoulders. Glancing down at the bottle in his hands, he figured he had at least three more swigs before he’d be feeling absolutely no pain for the rest of the night.
“What about you?” Andrea asked, smiling up at him, her long, fake fingernails trailing up his legs, over his crotch and on to his belt buckle.
Awww, he liked a chick who wanted to put him first.
“What about me?” he asked, leaning back in the chair casually, as though he didn’t have a care in the world. Really, if he thought about it, he didn’t... have a care in the world that is.
Not tonight anyway. And maybe not tomorrow. Or…
What the hell was he…? Oh, right.
This was the only place he wanted to be. Right here in his club, a hot chick ready to blow his mind with her mouth while her friend sucked Greyson off like she was devouring an ice cream cone and couldn’t wait to be finished.
As Andrea managed to free his semi-hard cock from his jeans, Sawyer watched her, doing his damnedest to pretend she wasn’t someone else. It didn’t hurt that Andrea looked nothing like the woman who’d been on his mind for months. A good thing actually because the last woman he wanted to think about tonight was Kennedy.
Although, just the mere thought of her had his dick coming to life much faster than the blonde on her knees was.
“Mmmm,” Andrea moaned when his cock was free, her long fingers wrapped around him.
“Here, while you’re at it,” Sawyer dug a condom out of his pocket and handed it over to her. It took him two tries to get the foil packet into her hands, but he finally managed, laughing as he did. He knew he had a stupid grin on his face, but the alcohol was doing its job.
She seemed confused, but he didn’t give a fuck. As much as he wanted to trust this chick, even with his brain swimming in alcohol, he didn’t. And honestly, he didn’t consider that a bad thing.
“What?” he asked defensively when she
stared up at him. “It’s flavored. Try it, you’ll like it.”
In his world, protection was critical. And he didn’t take any risks. Ever.
“What’re you waitin’ for?” he asked, his words slurring due to the alcohol.
Yep, almost there.
“Show her how it’s done,” Greyson told the brunette between his thighs.
Sawyer watched as the brunette eased over in front of him, her short, stubby fingers wrapping around him tightly.
“Easy, darlin’. No need to choke him to death,” Sawyer told her, grabbing her hand and releasing some of the pressure on his cock.
The brunette took the condom and slid it over his dick while she stared between his legs intently. Once he was sheathed, she wasted no time at all taking him deep into her mouth, her tongue roaming hurriedly back and forth.
“Slow down. Ain’t no race,” he mumbled, glancing over at Greyson who was stroking his own cock slowly, watching the brunette.
“Help her out,” Greyson instructed the blonde and a second later, Sawyer was in heaven, the warmth of two mouths laving his dick, their tongues working in tandem, briefly intertwining with one another as they went.
This was the life, he thought to himself as he downed another gulp from the bottle. No worries whatsoever. And what did he fucking care if this was meaningless, cheap sex with two women he wouldn’t see again?
“Awww, yes,” he groaned. “Just like that.”
He wanted them to hurry, to bring him to the pinnacle and send him over and maybe he’d find enough desire to get it up again and start all over. And if he didn’t, he didn’t really give a shit.
“Hold up, ladies,” Greyson interrupted. “Don’t get him too worked up. Once he’s done, he’s done.”
“Fuck you,” Sawyer said with a grin. “You make them stop, and you can take their place.”
“Fuck you, man. Not in this lifetime,” Greyson said with a strangled laugh. “I ain’t into all that, but if they’d like to get a little sixty-nine going with each other, I’m all for watching.”
To Sawyer’s delight, the brunette pulled away from his cock and kissed the blonde with so much enthusiasm, the two of them actually fell over on the floor. Well, maybe that was more from the shots they’d been downing since they arrived an hour ago than from excitement.
He could pretend.
It made it hotter that way.
For half a second, he considered getting down there with them, but he knew if that happened, he’d be horizontal for the rest of the night, and it wasn’t quite midnight yet.
“Something happens at midnight, right?” he asked Greyson, his head tilting toward his buddy while his eyes remained fixed on the two chicks getting naked on the floor.
“Yup, it’ll be tomorrow.”
Sawyer looked over at Greyson, his mind clearing briefly. Was he fucking serious?
Laughing, he turned back to the show.
“Damn, baby,” Greyson said. “That’s nice.”
Taking another swig from the bottle, Sawyer smiled to himself. Yep, life was good. And no matter what anyone else said, he didn’t need any more than this right here.
He damn sure didn’t need an uppity veterinarian who made his pulse race, or his heart pound. All that lovey dovey shit might be just what his brothers needed, but not him.
No fucking way.
“I ain’t gonna be able to get on the floor,” he told Greyson, although he didn’t even understand the words himself.
Greyson grinned.
“Me neither, man. I’m too old for that shit,” Greyson stuttered, grabbing the bottle out of Sawyer’s hand.
“So, what do we do now?” Sawyer’s mind was swimming, his eyes blurry and he had half a mind to leave these two chicks rolling around right there on the floor. They seemed content to have their faces buried in each other’s pussy.
Greyson shrugged as he chugged from the bottle.
“All right, that’s enough!” Sawyer called out, trying to infuse a little authority in his tone. He had no idea whether he succeeded or not because as soon as he went to stand, the world tilted, spun, and the next thing he knew…
He was right there on the floor with them, his jeans around his thighs.
Well, what do you know? That wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. Grabbing hold of the nearest girl, he pulled her closer. “My turn,” he slurred.
Yep, this was the life.
And if anyone tried to tell him different, well, he’d just tell them to go to hell.
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Kaleb
“Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two…”
Kaleb turned to Zoey, cupping her face in both hands as he stared down into her eyes. “One,” he whispered.
Leaning forward, he kissed her lips softly, lingering as he inhaled her fresh scent. Her hands gripped his wrists, and he could feel her grin against his mouth.
“I love you, Kaleb Walker,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear her over the explosion of sound that had erupted in the cavernous room when the clock struck midnight.
“Not nearly as much as I love you,” he told her, pulling back so he could once again stare down into her eyes. “Now that we’ve brought in the new year with everyone else, how ‘bout we go home and celebrate. Just the two of us.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan to me,” she told him, kissing him once more before pulling back and taking his hand in hers.
As they made their way across the room, Kaleb knew the night was still young for everyone else, and if he had to guess, they were going to celebrate the New Year in style, successfully christening the resort the way that it deserved. After all, they hadn’t named it Alluring Indulgence because it had a nice ring to it.
Without a backward glance, Kaleb left his brothers and the others to their own devices. He knew they didn’t need his help in making the start of another year special. Whether they were in it for love, for fun, or just because, his brothers were going to enjoy themselves.
And the only thing he could hope was that they didn’t burn the place down with the heat they produced.
Chapter Twenty Six
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Jared
New Year’s Day
Sitting in the airport terminal waiting for a flight that had been delayed by another two hours due to weather was not Jared Walker’s idea of a good way to spend New Year’s Day.
It wasn’t like he had much of a choice though.
Looking around, he noticed the weary travelers, all probably eager to get back home. The holidays were coming to a close, life was going to resume as normal, and families were going to go back to spending their time chatting via social media in order to keep up with everything that was going on. At least until the next set of holidays arrived and they’d do it all again.
For Jared, the holidays were officially over and getting to Coyote Ridge was the only thing he could think about.
Checking his cell phone, Jared smiled at the text he just received.
You landed yet, boy?
Boy? That was Uncle Curtis. It didn’t matter how old they were, Curtis was always referring to his sons and his nephews as “boy”. And the term was endearing, something he’d spent his life hearing. Thankfully, after what had turned out to be a shitty two years, Jared was looking forward to starting over and the opportunity he was being presented with was one he couldn’t pass up.
He tapped the keys on his phone in response:
Plane delayed
He’d been texting back and forth with Curtis for the better part of the last week, working through the logistics of getting him to Coyote Ridge. As luck would have it, Jared was being offered a second chance to start over.
Knowing that he had to get away from the soap opera that his real life had turned into and start over, Jared had talked to his father, Gerald. That conversation had resulted in a phone call to his Uncle Curtis and Jared had learned that his management skills would actually come in quite handy with his cous
ins’ business.
So, after a conversation with his cousin Travis, Jared was on his way to work for Walker Demolition. According to Travis, they had recently taken on another venture and really needed someone to come in and focus on the demo company.
Jared had jumped at the opportunity and here he was, hanging out at the airport waiting on a plane to take him to his new life.
Text when you get on the plane. I’ll pick you up at the airport
Jared nodded at his phone as though his uncle could see his reply.
Will do.
Instead of spending New Year’s Eve with his family or out on the town, Jared had spent the night, and the better part of New Year’s Day morning, in an airport, waiting to get on a flight out of El Paso. Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t agreeing with all of his well-intended plans.
He could only hope things were about to start looking up.
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Curtis
Curtis glanced down at his phone, reading the response from his nephew before shoving it into his pocket. When he woke up that morning, he fully expected to be heading to the airport to pick Jared up; however, he’d received several texts through the night letting him know that the plane was delayed.
It was still delayed.
Hell, at this rate, Curtis could’ve driven up to El Paso to get him faster.
He felt sorry for the boy. He knew Travis was anxious for him to get down there, anxious to have someone who could come in and put their sole focus on keeping Walker Demolition thriving now that the resort was about to open. That didn’t mean the boy had to spend the holidays in the damn airport.
Travis’ original plan was to talk one of the twins into stepping into the role. When they offered the job to Brendon and Braydon, both of them had laughed their asses off. The memory of that conversation made Curtis grin.
“Seriously, Bubba?” Braydon asked, grinning as he glanced back and forth between Travis, Sawyer, and Curtis. “Y’all trust either of us to take that on?”
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