Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
In my head, it’s almost like he died when Mom died, and I just don’t understand why. Yeah, it fucking killed me to lose her, but why did it make him not want anything to do with me?
I look up, and my gaze snags on a man and a woman dancing against each other. She’s riding his thigh, the two of them rubbing their hands all over each other. The guy watches me with an intense stare that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. He’s clearly into men, and he likes what he sees.
I’ve never fucked around with a guy before, but it’s something I’ve been curious about. Sex is sex. Bodies are beautiful. Plus, Rory and I have fucked a whole lot of women together over the years, and while we don’t mess around with each other, I can’t pretend I haven’t seen every part of Rory there is to see, can’t lie and say there have never been accidental touches or the brushing of hands and skin and bodies. I can understand the attraction to men, though I’ve never met one who’s made me go there yet.
The guy winks at me as he presses his dick against the woman’s ass. I spread my legs, adjusting my cock, which is starting to bulge. But as hot as this blond guy is, tonight…he’s not what I want. Tonight I want something familiar, and maybe with my best friend.
Glancing over, I see Tiernan and Dean making out, in their own world, and apparently done talking to the rest of us, so I lean closer to Rory. “You wanna see if we can find someone to play with tonight?”
“You know I’m always down for that.”
“Bet,” I reply.
“I think Cherie is here. You remember her? She’s that dancer who blew me, and we’ve talked about hooking up again, but I was at Ashford.”
“Message her.”
Rory does, and seconds later, he holds up his phone so I can see her response that she’s down to hook up with both of us tonight.
We grin at each other, then push to our feet. We’re kids in a fucking candy store all of a sudden. “We’re gonna go fuck Cherie,” I tell Tiernan.
“Who’s Cherie?”
“A dancer,” Rory answers.
“It is so weird, the things the two of you do together.” Dean shakes his head.
“No one asked you, New Kid,” I tease, using his nickname from last year.
He flips me off, and I laugh because that’s so Dean.
“Do you wanna dip? I hate people,” he tells Tiernan.
“Fuck yes,” Tiernan replies.
We say our goodbyes, Rory and I heading toward the back rooms, where he told Cherie we’d meet her. Rory practically bounces the whole way there, he’s so stoked for this.
The guard at the door in the back recognizes us and stands up straighter. “Mr. O’Shea, Mr. Fitzpatrick. Cherie is waiting for you in room four,” he says, letting us in.
We walk down the long, dimly lit hallway until we reach our destination. Like I said, everything is available in Paradise—legal or not, and nearly everything can be bought. The crucial part is, everyone here who is selling sex is doing it because they want to. Trafficking people isn’t something we take part in.
I open the door, the smell of cleaner immediately hitting my nostrils. It’s clear someone was recently inside, making sure there’s nothing left over from whoever used the room before us. There’s a bed with clean sheets, a couch, bowls with condoms and individual lube packets on a shelf by the bed, and that’s about it. There’s also a window with the shade down—but which can be pulled up if you want to be watched.
Cherie is leaning against the wall, in nothing but a G-string and heels. She’s voluptuous in all the right places, curvy hips, plump ass, big tits, and a soft belly I find really fucking sexy.
“No double penetration. You can spit-roast me. No anal, and whoever fucks me wears a condom,” Cherie says, all business.
“That’s good with me. I’ll take your mouth since you’ve been talking with Rory already.”
She nods, takes off her heels, and walks toward us. She’s got dark-brown hair like mine, and red lips that will feel great wrapped around my cock.
“You’re Rian O’Shea’s son, aren’t you? Your dad is hot.”
My back stiffens, and I feel Rory press his arm against mine in support. “Have you fucked him?”
“No.”
“Good.” Because if she had, there’s no way in hell I’d be doing this.
“Why don’t you take off our clothes?” Rory suggests. I let him lead the way. The two of us always play it by ear when we do this, but again, since he was talking to her first, this is his show.
Cherie unbuttons Rory’s shirt first. Her nails are the same color as her lips, and she keeps going until she can tug it off his shoulders and throw it on the couch. Instead of going to his pants, she removes my shirt next, then kneels in front of Rory, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.