Chapter 2
Who lives in a house with ten kids and only has two bathrooms? Three, technically, but Mom and Dad banned us from theirs before we were born, and it’s sacrilege to even attempt to sneak in there. I need a shower before I have to peel out of here to help Remy load the incoming planes from Anchorage, or he’ll rip me a new one for being lazy. Hypocrite. He’s already texted me four times telling me to hurry up, then to grab coffee on the way, then to demand I bring him breakfast, and then another one calling me a useless twat and that he’s leaving me as a work husband.
Alright, fuck it. I give a quick knock on the door, losing my patience, and then walk right in.
“Not even sorry,” I say to Dom and Liam. Liam’s on his knees and Dom’s ass is against the vanity, but at least the shower is free.
“Get out,” Dom complains half-heartedly, his head falling back when Liam doesn’t even break stride. Such an honorary Dare boy, that one.
“You get out. You can suck dick in any room in this house, and I need this one.” I strip down and hop in, the water still warm from whoever used the shower last. “You can suck my cock when you’re done, Liam. Offer is always on the table.”
I soap up and rinse down, still struggling with a hard dick even though I already got off a few hours ago. A part of me feels guilty for rubbing another one out while Remy is waiting, but fuck it. He’ll be better off getting me after a release rather than pent-up and edgy.
I slow-stroke my cock to the audio of Liam sucking Dom since they still haven’t left the bathroom. I can’t see them through the fogged glass, but the sounds are doing the trick.
This. This is the shit I love about living here. There’s no shame, no shyness, and no boundaries, which is a bit fucked, but fucked is my middle name. I’m a pervy bastard and have no reservations about getting off to other people getting it on. It doesn’t even matter if it’s a guy and a girl, two guys, two girls, multiple fucking whoevers—if people are fucking and they have a good vibe, it’s hot.
Someone bangs on the bathroom door, interrupting my me-time. “Hurry the fuck up! I need a shower!” Sounds like Jed.
We really need another bathroom, or more people need to stay at their own houses.
Dom lets out a guttural moan as he comes, and I’m just in here picturing Liam swallowing it all like a champion. Reaching back, I bring my balls into the mix, not too put off to keep going.
“Still want a turn, Zahn?” Liam teases me.
“I’ll even say please.” I smirk at the shower wall.
The bathroom door bursts open, and Jed ruins my solo time yet again. “Hurry the hell up, whoever is in there. I’ve gotta leave in ten minutes!”
“Zahn,” Liam tells Jed before he and Dom actually leave.
“Get out, Zahn.”
“Gotta get off first. Leave. It’ll go faster.”
“You have three fucking minutes.” He slams the door on his way out.
Okay, three minutes. I can work with that.
Last year, me and Rem worked over these two chicks from Anchorage. I have no idea why that’s popping into my mind right now, but the vibe of that whole night was insane. We ended up back in a hotel room with sex everywhere, bodies pressed up against other bodies, and I remember Remy looking around the room while one of those girls bounced on his lap, and when his eyes met mine, he laughed. Like, the whole thing was elaborate and intense, but when he laughed and his shoulder nudged mine, it was like this sense of relief swept over us. We’ve always gotten up to some crazy shit, but goddamn, it feels right to do it together.
After that laugh, Remy looked down and watched me get my dick sucked, and that, his eyes on my cock, her mouth on me, and his hands on her hips, is what gets me off in the shower. The insanity of it all. The busy energy and the chaotic vibes. The shamelessness and the sexy atmosphere.
Jed’s busting back through the door before my cum even circles the drain.
“Time’s up. Let’s go.”
I’m still trembling as I rinse off, and Jed, being an impatient rammy asshole, shoves his way in before I’m even all the way out.
“I think you need anger management,” I tell him, stealing the clean towel he brought in.
“I have Kade for that,” Jed says. “His face is good for my anger, and when my fists hit it, it’s even better.”
“Good luck with that plan long-term, bud. Laken will either kill you both, or he’ll train to get better than you.”
“My bets on Lakes first. Get out.”
I steal his second towel and get out.
Despite the fact that Remy is being hit on when I finally drag my ass to the docks, he still looks exhausted and pissed off. I know my boy, and right now, he’s not in the right frame of mind to be flirted with. I grin at the girls as I walk up, not recognizing them.
“Ladies.”
Remy looks at me with relief, and with nothing more than an apologetic smile in their direction, he leads me to the loading dock where the plane is waiting.
He’s the same height and build as I am, tall with lean muscle, but our feature assets are opposites. I’m dark, he’s light, and that’s always worked to our benefit growing up. He’s a blondie, and I’m a brunette. I’m green-eyed, and he’s got the baby blues. We’ve got all the white-boy boxes checked between us, and unless someone is looking for a redhead, we’re covered. It’s helped our game over the years. But lately, Remy’s been backing out of our fun. He doesn’t struggle to pick up, but when he locks in, he’s been ditching at the last minute, and he won’t tell me what that’s all about.
“We’re paying those two way more than they’re worth,” Remy says, nodding to the two contracted pilots we hire sometimes. They’re local boys who like to pick up odd jobs when it’s busy because they know the companies will pay out the ass if we’re desperate enough. Which we are.
“It’s not like we’re hard up for cash, Rem. Why don’t we back off a bit until we find another pilot?”
“Turn down jobs?” he asks, shaking his head and nodding at a cargo load that needs to be put on the plane. “You think that’s smart?”
“Not turn ‘em down, just do them on our schedule. Work based on priority, and go from there. We can’t keep pulling these kinds of hours.”
Remy scoffs at me. “Oh? Now you believe me? You called me a bitch yesterday.”
“You are a bitch.” I laugh, helping him load up. “We can hire out to these two, pay through the teeth for it for now, and figure something out long term. Or we can scale back the business a bit. We’re making bank, right? Why do we need more?”
“We don’t,” he agrees. But what he means is that he struggles to turn jobs down because he’s a soft-hearted sympathizer. A lot of the supply runs we do are for remote communities that would be fucked if we didn’t get them the necessities they need. Remy doesn’t like to leave anyone wanting, and I can commend him for that. “But we gotta make a change because I’m losing my fucking mind, Zahn. I haven’t even fucked in a month.”
“No wonder you’re losing your mind.” I laugh. “You need a hookup, Rem. Let’s get drunk as shit tonight and blow off some steam. We can get these two to do our runs tomorrow.” I nod at the two pilots waiting by. “They’ll do it.”
“Yeah, for a fuck ton of money.”
I shrug. “Might be worth it for a night off, yeah?”
Remy sighs long and loud. “Fuck it. I’m in. I need a break. I’m so out of it I almost forgot to call in my flight path to air control yesterday.” Oh, that’s a big no-no.
“Deal. We’ll do our runs today and meet back here tonight. Then we’ll do filthy things. Shit-faced and rowdy, yeah?”
“Shit-faced and rowdy,” he agrees. We even shake on it.
By the end of the day, we’re both so tired we’re almost rowdy just because of it, and it barely takes anything for us to get drunk. We ordered some food and a few beers at a local bar and grill to start the night off, but that quickly turned to shots of whiskey and drunken banter.
My favorite.
Remy has been my best friend since the first grade. We got in shit together for hopping the schoolyard fence, and we’ve basically been best friends ever since we refused to rat each other out. I’ve watched him get hooked on a chick, get his heart broken, hook up with randoms, lose touch with his family, get his pilot’s license, and start a business with me. We’ve traveled together, confessed shit to one another that no one else knows, and fought like real brothers. But through it all, we’ve always had a bond stronger than friendship, and I’ve never doubted Remy once in my life. I don’t know where I’d be without him.
“So, get this.” He smacks his palm on the table, making the glasses rattle. “She tells me that for one night, and one night only, she’s all mine! Like a fucking sales pitch, Zahn!” He laughs, already drunk and invested in his story-telling. “She made it sound like it’d be the best sex of my life, and I should consider myself the luckiest prick in the world to spend a night with her.” He pauses to laugh and take a breath.
“So, obviously you did.” I widen my eyes at him.
“Yeah, I did.” He leans in. “But it was fucking shit. Like, worst hookup of my life. Complete shit!”
“What?” I bark a laugh.
“Yeah! She sold herself so high that I either had massive expectations or she just wasn’t doing it for me. She just wanted to fuck in the dark with no foreplay. No foreplay! No build-up. Nothing.” He shrugs. “Nothing special about it. Maybe it’s me.” His laugh dwindles and doubt sets in.
“It’s not you, Rem. Are you kidding me? I’ve seen you fuck, man. You’ve got game.”
“Yeah, my game’s been off lately,” he mutters into his drink. “But speaking of game.” He scopes the bar for potentials. “Think someone will fuck me in the bathroom so I don’t have to stay up all night? Just looking for a quickie here.”
Three-quarters of the people here are tourists looking for the same thing. Remy won’t struggle, but of course, I decide to be a dick about it. “Thought you liked foreplay?” I mock him for what he literally just complained about.
“There’s a difference between a bathroom quickie and a rowdy night of fucking, Zahn. One requires foreplay and one doesn’t. You know this.”
I do know this, and I’m not going to debate the logistics of a quickie. I grin at him and sip my drink. Time to get my best bud laid. I’m always down to wingman.
“That one. Her.” This drunken fool already has his sights set on someone.
I follow his gaze to see who he’s looking at and shake my head immediately. “Fuck no, Rem. I’m not up for that tonight. I’ll wingman, but I’m not signing on for all that.”
Because she’s a sexy, curvy brunette with mile-long legs and really nice hair, but she’s one of two parts. Her equally sexy blond friend is part of the bargain, and I know the drill with these types of girls. They go together, or they don’t go at all. Girls love their safety in numbers, and I can’t fault them for that, but I’m drained.
“Come on, Zahn. Don’t bitch out on me now.”
“This is your hookup. Not mine.”
Remy gives me the eyes. Those eyes. Those blue, big, begging eyes. “For me?”
My whole plan was to get him laid and go home. I have about three months’ worth of sleep to catch up on, so I wasn’t planning to hookup tonight, especially with a set of tourists who look like that’s their main goal.
“Pick someone without a friend.”
Remy shifts in his seat, sweeping a slow look around the bar. After one pass, he shakes his head. “Nah. That one. Those ones.” He smirks. “Be my clingy friend?”
Oh fuck, here we go. When your best friend asks for a wingman, you just have to do it. It’s like bro-code, and I can’t leave him hanging. “Fuck you, Remy. What’s the play?”
Remy smacks the table again, getting into this. “Pilots. Just here for the night, looking for a good time. No strings.”
“They’ll ask about hotel rooms,” I fill in the plot hole.
“Pilots. Here for a few more hours until we catch a flight back to base. Just killing time. They’re tourists, so they’ll have the hotel room.” He takes another shot. “Wait. No hotel rooms. I don’t have the energy for that. A backseat fuck.”
“You can’t just suggest a backseat fuck, Rem! You gotta build up to that.” I laugh, shaking my head. “You lost your game, man.”
“Yeah, because our game has never been complicated! We just wing it, so let’s go.” He slides the last shot to me.
Fuck it. I slam it back even though neither of us needs more to drink, and we get up.
Remy is a charmer. He’s that blond god girls drool over, and when he stands, his walk gains swagger, leading us straight into trouble. He’s always been good at that.
“Ladies,” he greets them with that winning smirk. “Having a good night?”
They lock their eyes on Remy, interested. The blond looks him up and now and then sets her eyes on me while the brunette looks her fill. Okay, we’re definitely the ones being played here, but I’m not mad about it. Makes me wonder how long these two have been running their game together. Probably as long as me and Remy.
“We are,” the brunette says, smiling. “But it’s getting a little boring.”
“Maybe we can make it a little less boring,” Remy says. Shit, he’s drunk as hell, so I expected him to stumble at least a little, but my boy is on point tonight.
“Both of you?” the blond asks, looking between the two of us.
Nailed it. I knew they wouldn’t leave separately.
I give her my best Dare grin. “What’d you have in mind?” The things I do for you, Remy. Such sacrifice.
They look at each other, working out the finer details of their plan. Yes, they’ve definitely been running this game for a long time. Remy looks at me, and we both take a second to respect it. He smirks, and I hide my laugh behind his back. Love it when chicks know how to get what they want and make it seem like we’re the ones who put in all the work.
“We’re staying at the hotel up the street,” the brunette says.
Are we ever going to learn their names, or are they not important tonight?
“Are you inviting us back to your room …?”
“Kristy,” the brunette says. “And you are?”
“Remy.” He grabs her hand and kisses it like some prince. Jesus, that’s a drunk Remy move. Sober Remy would never do that. “This is Zahn.” He grabs my shoulder.
“Carlee,” the blond one says with a flirty smile.
Okay, lame-ass introductions out of the way. Time to go and do my duty so my bestie can get laid. Fortunately, my dick seems into this duty, so it’s no burden, but I’d still like to sleep at some point tonight.
Carlee, the blond. She’s my duty, and I’ll make damn sure she has a good time. “Need another drink before we go?”
“Oh, we’re good to go,” Kristy says. The two of them lean into one another, whispering their little secrets, and then we’re all leaving the bar together.
Remy, the asshole, almost backs out as soon as we hit the sidewalk, but I give him a pep-talk. Basically, it consists of me calling him a moody bitch and reminding him to think with his dick. Sorted.
We’ve hooked up together plenty of times over the years, but something feels different about tonight.