Billionaire Brothers Club

Chapter 1

If I’d known that I’d have Warren Strickland’s face between my thighs in less than two hours, I would’ve been slightly more uncomfortable. As it was, I was able to face Macy, my best friend, without wanting to run and hide.

Macy, dressed in a pretty white sundress, took a long pull from her cocktail and leaned into me. “Can you believe it’s finally happening?”

I squeezed her arm and smiled. “I’m so happy for you, Mace. You deserve this.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not sure anyone deserves the monstrosity that is this wedding, but I’ll take it.”

“You deserve it. It could be even bigger and you’d still deserve it.”

“Even bigger than a two-week-long event planned by my neurotic wedding planner and paid for by my neurotic brother? You do realize that there’s a dance planned, right? A full-on fucking dance. And a karaoke night. I’m not sure I was thinking clearly when I signed on for all of this.”

I laughed. “Mace, the dance was your idea!”

“You’re right. It’s all starting to feel a bit much now. People don’t do this. People don’t have weddings like this. Who do I think I am?”

Leaning into her, I squeezed her face in my hands lovingly. “You’re Macy Strickland. You’re amazing, and you’re having the wedding you deserve. End of story.”

“You’re right. That it’s the end of the story, anyway.” She turned to face me fully and caught my hand in hers. “I’m so sorry about Milo.”

My stomach tightened and I fought to keep the scowl off my face. Letting go of her, I leaned back in my seat. “Screw Milo.”

“I agree. Screw Milo. He was a jerk, anyway.”

I laughed. “You loved Milo.”

Draining her glass, she waved me away like I was an annoying mosquito. “I wouldn’t say loved. He was just an improvement over the last asshole you were with. At least, I thought he was. Turns out, he was the same asshole in a different package.”

“A smaller package.” I snorted.

“No!” she gasped dramatically and then groaned. “You never said anything about it!”

I took a long drink of my margarita and shrugged. “What was I supposed to say? The man I think I love has a mediocre penis, at best?”

“Did he at least know how to use it?”

I cast a long look at her and then rolled my eyes. “Why do you think I’ve been so tense for the past two years?”

“Oh, Sara. I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better. You deserve this.” She gestured around at the stunning resort we were sitting in. “It’s not fair that you always attract the losers.”

I winced. “We can’t all attract angels.”

Macy pouted and wrapped her arms around my shoulders in a tight hug. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me. It’s not your fault. Men just suck. All men except Jason.”

That same tightening in my stomach grew worse with hearing her voice the same thing I’d been thinking. Her fiancé was amazing. Jason was kind, handsome, funny, and he’d literally give his life to make Macy happy. I couldn’t find a man who’d give up other women for me.

“Oh, Sara! I made you sad! Come on, let me cheer you up. The pool is amazing. Let’s go swimming.” She pushed away from the bar. “Or there’s the sauna. We can sweat out the bad energy.”

I pulled my best friend into a tight hug and shook my head. “I love you. I’m fine. I think I’m going to take a nap before the barbeque tonight. It was a long flight and I’m exhausted.”

“You promise you’re okay?”

I smiled but remained silent. I didn’t want to lie to her.

I knew I’d be okay, but I was filled with so much anger and hurt at Milo that I just wanted to scream.

I hadn’t gotten the angry confrontation out of my system when I’d found out that Milo was a cheating asshole.

I’d just left and hadn’t looked back. No matter what, though, Milo wasn’t going to break me.

“Fine, fine. Just take your nap. I’ll make sure that we cheer you up tonight. I’m sure seeing the entire family will just bring the biggest smile to your face.”

I didn’t miss her sarcasm. I let out a frustrated little groan and dropped my head back. “I might sleep through it.”

“No, ma’am. You have to be by my side. I’ll be there to protect you from my big, bad brothers.” She laughed. “It’s not like when we were kids, though, Sara. They’ve grown up some.”

I knew they had. I’d just seen an article on Andrew while flipping through a magazine the week before.

He was edging his way towards becoming a billionaire and the journalist had captured his stern stare in the photograph they’d printed.

It should’ve been a sin how beautiful the triplets were. Too bad they were demons.

“Oh, come on, Sara. Things are different now. How long has it been since you’ve actually spent any time with them?”

“About ten years, by choice.” I shuddered at the memories and backed away. “I’ll be there tonight, of course. I’ll be the one with bells on, happy for you.”

“Don’t be late! You know my cousin, Maggie, is here. She’ll be glued to my side if you’re not there.”

“So, you only want me to be there as a block against your family? I see how it is.” Smiling, I waved goodbye to her and strode towards the front desk.

I hadn’t bothered to check in before meeting Macy at the bar.

Despite my personal problems and my funky mood, I was so happy for her.

I was eager to spend the next two weeks prepping for the wedding with her and just being with my best friend.

We’d been busy in our own lives lately, and I hadn’t seen her enough.

The front desk receptionist greeted me warmly and tapped away at her computer for a moment. She was just about done with me when the phone rang and she had to answer it. I was daydreaming about the bed that I knew would be super fluffy when she gasped and dropped the phone.

“I have to go. My cat is sick.” Tears filled her eyes, and she backed away. “Oh, my god. I have to go.”

She fled from the front of the resort, leaving me standing there, staring after her in shock. I felt terrible for her, and terrible for just standing and watching her, but I was also a little shell-shocked.

It took a minute for someone else to help me, and when they did, they seemed as flustered as I was.

The older man apologized profusely, despite me telling him that I was fine.

I even went as far as explaining that the woman’s cat was sick in hopes of her not getting in trouble.

Still horrified, the man quickly handed me a key card and a certificate for a free massage while I was at the resort.

I would’ve spent more time trying to defend the woman and soothe the man’s worries, but he seemed so eager to get rid of me that I just grabbed my bag and headed towards my room.

Before running away, the woman had mentioned I was to go down the grand stairs and towards the right, but looking at the room number on my key card, I needed to go left.

I took my time moving through the resort, looking around.

The grand ceilings, the tall walls of natural stone, the sweeping wood floors, it was all so stunning.

Set against the massive picture of nature that showed through the big windows, the whole resort felt warm and comforting.

It was a modern cabin that I never would’ve been able to afford if the entire event wasn’t being paid for by Andrew.

I felt small walking through the huge, window-lined hallway that led to the rooms. Everything was so pretty, and the snow on the ground outside made me feel like I was in a winter wonderland.

Macy was a very lucky bride. She was going to have the most beautiful wedding, at the most beautiful resort.

It was impossible not to feel the smallest smidge of jealousy, but I really was so happy for her.

She’d gone through her own fair share of frogs to find her prince charming and she deserved her happy ever after.

Still. It would be nice to find my own. Instead, I just kept stumbling upon more and more frogs. With warts. Metaphoric warts.

Finding my room, I stared at the plaque on the double doors in confusion. It read Marigold Suite. I didn’t think I’d gotten a suite. With Andrew paying for everything, I was surprised that I’d gotten anything at all. I half expected my key card to not work as I swiped it, but it did.

Feeling a bud of excitement blossom in my chest, I hoped that things were taking a turn for the better for me. I could hope. It was fine to hope.

Pushing into the suite, I looked around in awe.

More of the cathedral ceilings stretched into the entrance, with beautiful hardwood under my feet.

Plush rugs led farther into the suite. I could see a massive fireplace glowing with a real fire on the other side of the room, next to a wall of windows that looked out over the tundra behind the resort.

Excitement had me rushing into the back part of the suite, the bedroom.

A massive bed looked welcoming, and I couldn’t help but jump on it.

Staring up at the ceiling, I breathed out a sigh of relief.

Things were going to be okay. Based solely on the comfort of the bed under me, I knew things were going to be okay.

I stood up to look around the rest of the suite and realized that I could hear a shower running from one of the other rooms nearby.

How strange. I wouldn’t think that sound would carry so easily in such a nice resort.

I walked towards the sound, wondering how quiet I was going to have to be during my stay.

I didn’t want to bother anyone staying on either side of me.

A door off the other side of the bed, as tall as two of me, seemed to be the source of the sound.

Instantly worried, I slowly crept towards it and grabbed the big handle.

Pressing my ear to the door, I frowned as a low grunt filled my senses.

Without another thought, I pushed open the door, expecting to see a closet that shared a wall with the adjoining suite.

Instead, I found myself standing in a bathroom, across the room from Warren Strickland.

Warren Strickland, standing in a steamy shower, one arm braced on the wall, one big hand wrapped around his equally big cock. Fist pumping, he jacked himself off with a slow intensity that instantly flooded my panties with desire. Too much man, too much testosterone—too much cock.

I gasped and turned my back, something that was harder than it should’ve been. “What are you doing?”

The water turned off, and a low growl filled the bathroom. “What am I doing? What are you doing?”

I peeked back at him and squeaked when I found him still naked, still standing with his cock in his hand. “Oh, my god. What are you doing?”

“You already asked that.” He growled the words out. “I think it’s pretty fucking obvious what I’m doing. Now do you mind telling me why you’re in my bathroom?”

“Your bathroom? This is my bathroom!”

“Sorry, Cupcake, but this is my bathroom. My bathroom and my room. How’d you get in?”

I felt my face go blood red. Was I in his room? How would that be possible? “A key. I got a key from the front desk. It had this room number on it.”

“Someone fucked up.”

I braced myself against the door and nodded. “Seems that way.”

“I’m getting over the shock.” Warren’s smooth voice sounded from right behind me. “And I’m not all that mad about it.”

A shiver went down my spine at the feeling of his body heat so close to me. Stepping back into the room, I hurried to the end of the bed, where my purse was, and glanced back at him. Still naked. “There was a woman with a cat, and I guess that’s what happened. I’ll go.”

“A cat?”

I cast one last long look at the view from the suite and shook my head. “Never mind. I’m going. This was not how I planned on starting this trip. I’m so sorry to interrupt.”

I groaned to myself when I realized I’d just apologized for interrupting his jacking off.

I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

I grabbed my purse and tried backing away without looking back at Warren.

It wasn’t easy. He was beautiful. They’d always been beautiful, though.

There’d always been something about them that made my blood heat up just a little bit too much.

“It’s good to see you, Cupcake. You look good.”

I frowned. “Thanks. Good to see you, too, I guess.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

My head snapped around to face him before I could think twice. “What?”

His crooked grin was so damn charming. It always had been. It was the defining thing about him that made it so clear that he was Warren and not his brothers. “Stay.”

A tingle went through my body as I stared into his face.

He was older; his face was broader and stronger.

There was a shadow of a beard across it, and those bright blue eyes weren’t as mean as I remembered them in my head.

They were softer, sensual with thick black lashes that I could practically feel brushing across my skin.

I repeated that same one-word question. “What?”

Warren smiled. “Stay, Cupcake.”