CHAPTER FIVE
PARKER
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“E vening sir.” The security lifts the red rope, and I nod at him and wander through.
Zayne, Killian, and Travis are already at the Alliance Club in our VIP area, along with two almost naked women.
Do thongs count as clothing? If not, ignore that—they are naked.
A server appears and presents a tray with a glass of Macallan.
“Thank you,” I say and head over to the long, curved sofa near Travis and sit down.
“Thought you were going to be a no-show tonight. Our numbers are dwindling,” he says, sounding peeved.
I snort quietly and take a long sip of the aged whisky.
Just because Maddox doesn’t need to join us every week doesn’t mean we have lost a friend. Travis needs to relax.
I have my own distraction tonight. I can’t get my mind off Aurora and it’s bugging me. I glance at the girls and nothing appeals—although one of them has the darkest nipples and for a second my mouth waters.
“That’s Barbie.”
“Of course it is.” I lift a single brow then turn to him. “Anyway, your numbers look fine to me.”
We glance out at the public section of the Alliance Club, which is bustling. Bodies fill the dance floor and the music pumps.
“I meant us. Our numbers. With Maddox now shacked up, it’s only a matter of time before the rest of you find some woman and put a ring on it.”
I squint.
Of all the people to say something so utterly ridiculous, I can’t believe he just did. He knows all our stories and has his own.
“Really Travis? Fuck you.”
We are all shocked that Maddox is getting married. Happy of course, but if you’d asked me six months ago if any of us would settle down, I’d have firmly said no. But Kyra is perfect for him and it’s almost serendipitous how they ended up together.
That makes me sound romantic.
I’m not.
A woman slides between Travis’s legs and unzips his fly.
“Christ.” He pulls out his cock, and when she wraps her mouth around it, he releases his tension in a long sigh.
I look away. It’s nothing I haven’t seen a million times before. Despite wanting to get to the club for relief, I’m finding myself irritated.
I don’t want any of these women. My cock is searching for a green-eyed little saint.
“Didn’t you do therapy or something?” Travis asks, and I roll my eyes.
He just isn’t letting this go, is he?
“I’m not marrying anyone. So, settle down. Anyway, Maddox had to kidnap his soon-to-be wife, so that takes planning.”
In between a moan, Travis snorts, then shoots me a look filled with question. “I heard you found the girl.”
Fucking Maddox.
I shouldn’t have told him weeks ago, but I was excited. Still, I’m not kidnapping Aurora. I’m more the trap them in a web kind of guy.
And I’m not answering his question.
I toss back the rest of the golden liquid in my glass and let out a groan as Travis bucks his hips up and grips the woman’s ponytail going hard at it.
“Shit. Shit. Yes, baby. God, what a hot mouth.”
I feel my cock harden. It’s a natural response.
When my thoughts go to a woman who could be my half sister, not so much. I googled quick DNA testing on the drive to the club. It’s going to take a few weeks to get the results, if I pull some strings.
Again, not because I want to fuck her— liar— but getting a boner for a fucking sibling while I fake date her is going to drive me insane. If I can rule that out, at least I don’t have to feel like a dirty piece of shit.
Which my father has already helped with, but whatever.
Travis cups the woman’s face. “Lick me clean, baby.”
I catch the eye of our personal waiter, indicating that I want another drink. It’s arrives a minute later while Barbie—or maybe that’s the other one—laps at Travis’s shaft.
Christ.
I should have jerked off before leaving my penthouse. I’m still aroused after meeting Aurora and soaking up the sexual heat pouring from her body. The sick part of me wants to demand Durran drive me back to her place so I can knock down her door, slam my mouth on hers, and worry about the fucking DNA later.
Her breasts were lush and round. Her body slim but with full hips, perfect for gripping. Those green eyes that have haunted me all my life were framed with long dark lashes.
Her baby golden locks were now deep red, and it had me wondering if she was also golden between her legs.
Some are, some aren’t.
The only way to find out would be to spread her thighs and inspect her sex. While there, it would be rude not to lick her pussy.
She better not be my fucking sister!
Adjusting my cock, I glance at the two women that are let into our VIP area. I’ve already decided I’ll fuck one of them after that depraved thought.
As if they will cleanse me of my sin.
I snort.
“Ella. Long time no see.” Zayne grins and shoots a look my way.
Ella. Thought I recognized her. Zayne and I had a threesome with her about six months ago.
“Hello boys. I was in town and thought I’d bring a friend with me to see your fancy club.” Ella turns to the stunning Black woman next to her. Dressed just as professionally in a tight dress, I wonder if she is also a lawyer. “This is Maya.”
You’d be surprised at who the members of Travis’s club are. The high-ticket membership and entrance fee mean only the upper income earners of society can get past the big fucking security.
“Nice to meet ya’ll.” Maya gives us a naughty smile.
I glance at Killian, smirking, as I spin the black ring I wear on my middle finger around. He has a weakness for a southern drawl, so I’m not surprised when he spreads out a long leg and his lip twitches.
That’s a yes.
“Nice to meet you, Maya.” Killian pats the seat beside him. “Join us. Bottle of champagne for the ladies, please.”
The server nods and darts around the corner where we have our own private bar.
We helped designed this place while Travis was coming up with the concept. We were half drunk and honestly, I’d highly recommend it to anyone creating a bar. What better state to be in? Jokes, but most of our ideas were implemented, and it's fucking awesome.
“This place is incredible.” Maya runs her gaze down the length of my body and stops when she sees the tent at my crotch.
Come and get it, sweetheart.
Travis walks Barbie or— fuck, let’s just call her Barbie —out, opening the space between Killian and me, where Maya sits.
Zayne is taking care of Ella and looks like he’s keeping her to himself tonight.
I force the image of Aurora to the back of my mind and focus on Maya and the silky walnut of her skin. I wonder if she likes the idea of two men.
Killian stretches his arm along the sofa behind her and his twinkling eyes meet mine and gives me a subtle nod. I return the invitation.
“Where are you from?” I ask, shuffling closer and dropping my drink on the table in front of me as I twist my body to chat.
“North Carolina. I work with Ella.” Her eyes roam the seductive space curiously. The mirrored screen between us and the main part of the club acts like a porn movie as others lick and fuck and suck.
It’s hard to not be aroused while you’re here. Many are intimidated and soon leave, realizing it's not for them. Others are here each week and pay the top prices, which makes Travis an extraordinarily rich man.
A billionaire like the rest of us.
Although most of his wealth comes from the golf courses that he owns across the country.
My gaze follows Maya’s hand as she slides it along the side of her skirt. When I lift it, she’s tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
The server arrives with the champagne, and we watch as he pours it into flutes for the two women.
Ella already has her mouth on Zayne.
I lift the flute and hand it to Maya. “How do you feel about two cocks?”
Her eyes dart between Killian and me, shocked by my bluntness.
“First time in a sex club?” Killian asks gently.
We respect all the women in here and unless we strongly get the vibe that they enjoy non-con, we are definitely not in the business of taking what isn’t offered.
Especially given our childhoods.
Sex is a language we know. A natural expression of human beings. A way of keeping our race in existence.
But for us, it’s a love-hate relationship.
Normal sexual relationships are something we all, long ago, accepted likely wasn’t possible.
How Maddox has chosen to be with one woman is a mystery to me. Perhaps the dynamics of taking her freedom, then returning it while still dominating her works.
Personally, I’d never give one person that much power over me. No single person has ever been trustworthy. The five of us pledged loyalty to one another during our childhoods with our code.
Strength in silence: revenge is a patient man’s game. We act in the shadows and never reveal our hand too soon.
Like warriors. Brothers. It’s vastly different from an intimate relationship. I don’t mean intimate, as in sexual, although in my father’s case, he didn’t get the fucking memo.
“At once?” Maya sips her flute quickly.
“He means two men at once,” Killian replies.
I didn’t.
She can suck me while he fucks her from behind. I don’t care. I just need to come and stop thinking about the woman with those haunting green eyes.
“Not in the ass.” I nod. “Unless you like that.”
I hope she does, but I’ll take a blow job right now.
“I’ve never been with two men at the same time.” She takes another sip. Then another.
I stretch out a leg as I rub my rock-hard cock. Make up your mind, sweetheart. I’m going to need relief very soon or my driver to taking me back to Manhattan and I’m knocking down a midtown apartment door.
Which can’t happen, so I’m motivated to encourage the little lawyer.
“Time to spread your wings,” I say.
Desire fills her dark eyes when Killian runs his hand up and over her thigh, his voice a rasp when he says she can say no at any point.
Her legs part.
“Are there cameras in here?” Maya asks.
Lawyer questions.
Fuck. Let’s move this along faster.
“It’s okay babe. I’ve done all the due diligence.” Ella says as Zayne drags down her dress to suck one of her nipples.
I’m running out of patience.
“Let’s get this pussy wet,” Killian says, and Maya’s mouth falls when he shoves his fingers inside her pussy.
Her eyes meet mine as I unzip my fly.
“You’re going to suck my cock,” I say roughly, pulling it out, and Maya glances down and nods. She arches and lets out a sexy moan. “Spin her around Kill.”
After some repositioning, Maya is soon on her knees with her ass in the air, having her pussy licked. Fisting my cock, I guide her wet mouth around its head and close my eyes.
Yes.
She knows what to do with a cock, and every time Killian sucks her clit, she sucks harder around my shaft.
I’m glad I turned up tonight now.
Then fucking flaming red hair and green eyes replace my vision as Maya clamps tight and grabs my balls. I let out a groan, but it’s Aurora’s eyes I see locking with mine as she takes my cock down her throat.
“Fuck, your pussy tastes sweet.” Killian wipes his mouth and moves to enter the lawyer from behind when I open my eyes.
He’s rough, and she gags on my dick as it hits the back of her throat.
I can work with this.
“Take me all the way down, Maya.” I grip her short dark hair, close my eyes, fantasizing that it’s Aurora. At least this way I’m not fucking someone related to me, but the experience is kind of the same.
Fuck, I’m sick.
Then again, I was groomed to be, so whatever. I never pretend I’m someone I’m not. Anyone expecting me to be some kind of saint is going to be sorely disappointed.
My come shoots down Maya’s throat.
I let out a deep moan, knowing it hasn’t satisfied me completely.
Not enough.
I already know what will...and that isn’t happening.
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T HE NEXT MORNING, I wake up hard. Again. I came four fucking times last night. I refused to penetrate any of them with my cock, and I assume that’s why I haven’t been fully satisfied.
I ignore the truth because I don’t want to face it.
Okay, fine. Yes, I’m hard as fuck for the woman I’m about to use like a recyclable shopping bag, then destroy.
Aurora Whitlock.
I want her naked, begging me to lick every inch of her body. I want to sink into her every orifice and pound until she screams.
My eyes close as I grip my cock and stroke leisurely. An image of Aurora lying underneath me appears in high definition. In the privacy of my own home, I can take this fantasy anywhere I want.
And I’m going to.
I have to get her out of my system before tonight.
“Press your breasts together.” I tell her in my vision and slide my cock between them. “Good girl.”
Titty fucking isn’t usually my thing but, Jesus, this is working for me so I’ll run with it.
“Open that mouth. Let me see your hungry tongue craving my fat cock.”
Fuck me. This has to be the hottest vision I’ve ever had. Her mouth opens and a pink greedy tongue appears seeking my dick.
“Please. I need to suck you.”
Aurora would probably never say that, but I can make up whatever I want right now.
“Beg me more.”
My stroking speeds up.
“Please. My pussy is aching. Fuck me, Parker. Please.”
Holy fuck.
Shifting the vision, I let her suck the swollen and leaking head of my cock, groaning in real life as my fist tightens. Her eyes smile at me as she gobbles my dick. Almost thanking me.
Yeah, I know, it’s a fantasy.
Then, unable to wait for any real-life body repositions, I’m between her thighs, spreading her wide, and I slam into her.
Fuck!
I explode into my hand.
The vision disappears, and it’s just me in my bed jerking off.
Goddamn it. I’m never going to fuck Aurora, so it would’ve been nice to have some longer, more detailed jerking off time.
Still, it was pretty damn hot.
I get up and hit the shower. Then head down to my gym for a few hours after breakfast, mentally preparing for my fake date with Aurora.
It’s not a date. It’s an opportunity to get her DNA and start my ascent into her life where I plan to pull her apart, wing by wing, and finally get the answers I seek.