Chapter 3
Remy’s got the blond bent over, fucking her from behind. Nothing new there. What is sort of new is the fact that every time he thrusts into her, her mouth slides down my cock. I’m on my back, and her friend, Kristy, is straddling my damn face.
Jesus. Not where I saw this night going, but I’m Zahn Dare, and I’ve always been more attracted to a situation than anything. I’m into this, and even better than that, Remy’s into this. Tiredness, forgotten.
The night morphs into one hot fuck, with bodies everywhere. The hotel room becomes a blur of sensations and sounds as condoms, lube, swapped partners, and surfaces merge together. But somewhere along the way, or maybe right from the beginning, these two goddesses start dominating the whole thing.
Fuck her.
Bend over.
Lick her.
Sit here.
Let me ride you.
Demands and commands are putting us in line, and we’re both still drunk enough to go along with it because they certainly know what they’re doing. Shit, we might be in our mid-twenties, but these two are older, and their game is stronger than ours. Gives me something to look up to, if I’m being honest about it.
When I look over at Remy, I catch a glaze in his eyes that makes me glad I came along. He needed this. And it might be taboo, but I love watching other people fuck. Remy puts on a damn good show because he’s a terrible actor, and everything he does is pure instinct and natural feeling. That makes it even hotter.
When they’ve had their fill of us and earned their orgasms, they cling together for girl talk.
“Excuse us,” Kristy says, and the two of them slip into the bathroom.
I toss the condom and tug my pants on as Remy does the same. I’d kill for a shower, but I’m also ready to get the hell out of here.
“Fuck,” Remy groans. “That was not a bathroom quickie. It was…”
“Hot?”
“Unexpected.” He laughs, looking at the closed bathroom door. “I feel perfectly used. They run a strong game.”
“Damn right they do. We could learn a few things.” I grin, tugging on my hoodie.
“That’s mine.”
“Just wear mine.” I toss it at him.
“We doing a mad dash?” he asks, throwing my hoodie over his head.
Honestly, I think they expect us to. With a quick shout of gratitude through the closed door, we run out, laughing about how un-quickie that was the whole ride down the elevator.
Sitting in the passenger seat of Rydan’s truck, I rub my biceps. I can’t tell if they’re sore from last night’s fuckery or the impromptu workout we just did at Jed’s gym. Both hit hard, but I’m feeling good. Dom and Four are in the backseat with the twins, and Jed and Kade are in the truck ahead of us.
I recap, telling them about my night with Remy, and Dom breaks out laughing.
“You two are like the OG Jed and Kade. You obsessed with double penetration, too?” Dom asks.
“Remy seems like he’d be down for that,” Four adds. “That boy knows how to fuck.”
Yeah, he does, but something has been up with him lately. He’s definitely still got it because he nailed it last night, but it took extra effort to get him there once we locked in the deal. He wanted to back out as soon as we hit the street, so I’ll have to ask him what’s up. Double penetration sounds nice, but that’s not really what’s at the forefront of my mind right now. I’m trying to shake it loose, but it’s not going anywhere.
“And at least you two don’t want to kill each other like Jed and Kade.” Rydan shrugs.
I ignore the questions and turn to face Ry. “Maddyn? How’d you get her?” Giving Ry a hard time is almost as fun as mocking the shit out of Kolt. Kolt’s just proudly dumb, but Rydan is a softie, making them both lovable but easy targets, and I’m not ashamed to take full advantage.
“I’m good in bed,” Rydan says without missing a beat.
I scoff at him. He sucks at one-liners. He could have come up with literally anything more inventive than that.
“He’s empathetic,” Four says. “Means he pays attention to their needs. Bet he really is good in bed because of it.”
Rydan finger-guns him to confirm that.
“Okay, but what about Rem? You two have always run a strong game, but I didn’t think you swapped around like that as much. Gonna be a regular thing?”
“It’s not like we planned it. If we pick up together, it usually leads to going to the same place but different rooms or at least different sides of the bed.” I laugh. “Last night was just one big swapping mess. Hot, though. Those chicks played us harder than we played them.”
“Enjoy it because soon enough, you’ll settle down like the rest of these assholes,” Rydan says.
“You and the twins, Zahn. Only ones left in the singles club.”
“Don’t plan to leave it, thanks. I like variety too much.”
Variety in everything. Different people, energies, styles, chemical reactions, all of it. I like different thrills, different kinds of flirting, and different ways of reading a situation. I like the element of surprise and the unknown of what exactly I’m getting myself into. I like different kinks and tastes in pleasure, and I like having the option to experience them all. I just like change.
“The chase gets old, man,” Four says, like he knows anything.
“What are you, some professional husband now?” I turn around and smack him.
“I’m just saying!” He smacks me back. “When you find the right one…”
“Oh, fuck off with that shit, Four. Save it for Ry.”
“Why me?” Rydan scoffs.
“Because you’re in the ‘finding the right one’ phase. You want that. I’m in the ‘who’s gonna win the opportunity to get kinky with me’ phase. I like it here. Here is fun. Here is comfortable.”
“Still holding out for Lakes?” Dom taunts.
I laugh. “Damn right. She knows I’m beautiful. Oh, fuck.” I laugh at myself. “I’ve turned into Kade from a year ago.”
Everyone laughs at that, but they know I’m joking. Yeah, I like to watch, but Laken isn’t the girl of my dreams. Her body is banging and her personality is the bomb, but she’s family, and I love her as family. I need someone a little different. Someone who fucking gets me.
“You’re almost as pervy as he was.”
Oh, if only they fucking knew.
A couple of nights later, I’m stuck in Cold Bay for the night because a storm blew in. I’m shacked up in a lodge with a few other pilots, just trying to fall asleep as fast as I can to make the time go by quicker. But it’s hard in a place like this because everyone is coming and going, and it never gets quiet. I like the noise of home, but this is different. Plus, the bed is the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever been on, and if it wasn’t so cold in here, I’d move down to the floor.
My mind is all over the place, which isn’t normal for me. I don’t overthink things or spin out of control with my thoughts. I’m easy-breezy, not the kind of guy to get worked up over nothing. Because that’s what this is—nothing. I can’t even pinpoint a reason why my mind is so chaotic.
Yeah, work has been so busy it’s stressful, but otherwise, nothing is wrong in life. I’m happy, healthy, living it up, got a good thing going with my best bud, and don’t think anything needs to change.
But maybe that’s it. Everything is outwardly changing. My brothers are all settling down, and I feel so far from that it isn’t even funny. Like, Kade’s the baby and even he’s in love, so what the hell am I doing? I’m not someone who believes in needing a forever person. I don’t have this urge to follow some chronological timeline for life, falling into the dating, marriage, and kids style of life most people go for. That’s not really me, and I’ve always been okay with that.
Am I uneasy about falling behind or some shit like that?
But how can I even fall behind when I’m so young? I’m in my prime years, living life to the fullest in my mid-twenties, and not ashamed of it at all. I don’t feel old enough to settle down, and honestly, when I think of some future I’m supposed to have, there’s no clear image. I have no idea what I want, and up until this very moment, I thought it was perfectly okay to keep it like that. To not know. To be free to change my mind and make mistakes, and revel in variety and thrills. What’s so wrong with that?
Nothing.
So why the actual fuck am I all weird about it?
I’m snapped from my unclear thoughts when someone knocks on the door. I climb off the bed, assuming it’s traffic control telling me I’m clear for takeoff.
“Weather bett… oh, hey you!” I hug Aurora. She’s a pilot from Northern Canada. We’ve met on a few jobs and spent nights together at places like this.
“Heard you were here,” she says, holding up a bottle. “I brought shitty booze to help me fall asleep in this place. You in?”
I step aside to let her in. “Was staring at the ceiling anyway.”
She pours two plastic cups and hands me one, sitting on the end of the bed. “No Remy tonight?”
“He’s up north until tomorrow, and then we actually get a real day off.” I clink my cup to hers to celebrate that small victory. “Kinda miss him. He makes these places better.”
And that’s the damn truth. I’m not afraid of being alone, but doing everything with Remy is just my stasis. My comfy place. We’ve always done everything together, and I guess I got comfortable having him with me for everything.
“Well, I’m off to Nunavut as soon as the weather clears,” Aurora says. “You up for bad decisions in cold places?” She grins at me.
We’ve hooked up here before. Remy’s hooked up with her before, too. She’s a no-strings-attached, free-spirited kind of girl, and I’m into it. I’d never date her, but she’s fun to spend time with. The wind is basically coming through the walls, so shitty booze and sex sounds like a good way to warm up.
I grin at her.
She laughs. “You have a condom?”
I set down the cup. “I’m a Dare. I always have a condom.”
Guess I can get through one night without Remy.