Chapter 22 Derrick
DERRICK
It’s Axel and Christian’s thirtieth birthdays and we have headed to Vegas to celebrate them.
It’s funny seeing the difference between the twins.
I forget that they are twins because they are polar opposites, and even more so now that Vanessa and Christian have decided to be together officially.
Christian is ready to knock Ness up and join the DILF club with Evan, and Axel is completely allergic to it.
We had an epic day today. Usually, I would have gone with the ladies to enjoy a spa day because who wouldn’t? I love me a spa day, but Christian asked if I could organize his boys’ day instead which was incredibly sweet of him and was totally epic.
“Okay, today I have planned a special guy’s day.
A day to separate the boys from the men,” I yell at them in the hotel lobby.
I’m living out my Army fantasy right here, and I make it look good in my designer military get-up.
The girls come over and say goodbye to their men as if they are truly off to war.
It’s a little dramatic, we’re just up the road, but I’m just a jealous bitch because Chance isn’t here, but he’s coming later.
You wouldn’t be able to do that in front of everyone anyway.
True. Anyway, I’m not going to think about that today.
“Come on, boys, fall out,” I yell at them and escort the guys to the waiting Humvees. “We are going to have so much fun,” I say excitedly as I wait for them all to get into the cars.
We pull up to a warehouse out in the desert and are greeted by the owners, who take us through all the cool stuff they have for us to try today. All the boy’s toys - Guns and shit.
“As you have hired it all for yourselves today, you can choose any gun to shoot.” The owner launches into a big spiel about all the guns on display.
If I’m being honest, this little Aussie does not feel comfortable around guns, unlike these Texans.
I watch the boys drool over the weapons.
I’m happy as long as they are having fun.
Which they do because they are like giddy school kids getting back into the party bus, all talking a hundred miles an hour, making shooting sounds as they have a dick measuring contest on who shot the best. I would rather have a proper dick measuring contest, wondering who out of Dirty Texas has the biggest dick.
I bet it’s Oscar, he’s the size of a woolly mammoth.
Could be Axel, but as a twin, I’m going to assume because I’ve seen Chris’ dick that I’ve seen Axel’s.
“Now, who’s up for more action?” I ask them as the party bus turns up at the range to take us to our next destination.
“Are we playing with them?” Finn asks excitedly as we arrive at the dig site, which is filled with excavation equipment for the boys to dig shit up with.
Didn’t realize straight men had such a Bob-the-Builder fetish because these rock stars are losing their minds over digging up dirt and moving it.
To be fair, it did feel kind of badass digging a hole with one of those machines.
Ew. Is this the slippery slope of turning straight?
“Now, don’t think the day is over just yet.
” I usher the boys back into the party bus.
“We have another stop, and I think you’re all going to love it.
” We travel a little further and arrive at a racetrack.
Lined up is a flotilla of supercars—Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Maseratis, Porsches, and Aston Martins, all in a rainbow of colors.
The boys lose their minds again, and even I am excited by the gorgeous cars.
We spend the next couple of hours zooming around the racetrack trying not to kill ourselves.
“Now this ultimate guy day is coming to an end, and I know you’re all sad because today has been kind of awesome, because hello, I organized it,” I explain to the boys on the bus. “But we’re moving on to the last stop, and I think this is going to be your favorite stop yet.”
“Derrick, this has been epic. I don’t know how you have done it, but today has been the best,” Christian says, raising his beer at me. The rest of the bus does the same, and all cheer to me. Please don’t stop, tell me more or take off your clothes, that would be a better cheer.
“Best birthday ever, D,” Axel adds, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and giving me a noogey. How does this man still smell so nice after we’ve been sweating our balls off in the Vegas heat? I take another sniff of him. “Did you just sniff me?”
“Um.”
Axel bursts out laughing. “Do I smell that much?”
I shake my head. “Total opposite, you smell good, and I don’t understand how.”
“Guess I’m just perfect.” He smirks, giving me a wink.
Axel Taylor is pretty damn perfect in my eyes.
“Don’t know about that, I haven’t seen your dick yet,” I tease back, which has him bursting out laughing.
“Maybe, for your birthday, I’ll show you.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” I warn him.
“I’m sure you will,” he says, giving me another wink.
Stop winking at me, you fucking dick tease.
“Okay, boys, this is our last stop.” The bus parks in the back of an empty alleyway. They all seem very confused, until the door opens and Nate Lewis, owner of The Paradise Club, greets them.
“Fuck, what are you doing here?” Christian asks Nate.
“This is my club. It opens next month. Thought I’d let my best customers check it out first,” Nate states as we head toward the entry.
I’ve organized new clothes for the guys to get changed into, picked especially by me, it was the only time I would be able to style them the way I would like.
We all have showers and freshen up from the dust and the heat of the desert.
Once we are all dressed, the very sexy Nate walks us along a darkened corridor to another room where there’s a stage and stripper poles.
“Derrick, this better not be strippers?” Christian asks, suddenly panicked.
I just smile because he has no idea what is about to happen.
The girls wanted to put on a show for the boys, especially Ness, who has only started getting her groove back since the surgery, and she wanted to do something for her man but also for herself.
But it’s very sweet seeing him panicked over strippers.
“Dude, we’re in Vegas, and it’s your birthday. Of course, you’re getting strippers.”
“No, I don’t want to be here, I won’t do that to Ness,” Christian yells at me.
“Dammit, I just lost a twenty-dollar bet. Ness told me you wouldn’t be into this, but I thought, No way in hell.
I honestly thought you would be up for strippers just like the old days.
” I grin at him as suddenly the spotlights on the stage turn on and out walks Vanessa with two strippers, each carrying a chair.
Christian looks shocked, confused, and slightly relieved.
He sure does have it bad for my girl. And good, so he should, she’s awesome.
“Axel, Christian, your ladies are waiting,” Vanessa tells them.
Christian looks from her to them and back to her.
Vanessa whispers something in his ear and saunters away, but he still doesn’t look relaxed.
The music starts, and the two blondes start dancing around them.
Axel is enjoying the girls, but Christian is freaking out, and now I feel kind of bad that he is super uncomfortable there.
I can’t hear what they are saying, but Axel says something to his brother, and the next thing we know, Christian is getting up from his chair and running off stage.
“He’s off to find his woman,” Axel yells out to us.
“I’m going to do the same,” Evan says, staring down at his phone, then disappearing.
We’ve moved the party from the stripper room to the club.
The Sons of Brooklyn boys have arrived, while Evan and Sienna have disappeared, probably off making more gorgeous babies, which is lucky because Charlotte is here, as is Blake, but things don’t look great between them.
I’m going to have to find out what is going on there from my girl.
Chance is in the corner talking to Johnny, he smiled and hugged me when he arrived, but that was the extent of our interaction, and honestly, it made my stomach turn at how easily he can dismiss what we have in front of people.
You knew what you signed on for. Still stings.
I need to distract myself, otherwise, I’m going to do something stupid.
I see Finn standing in the corner by himself watching Isla and Tyler flirt.
Those two have history together, and I say good for her, giving Finn a taste of his own medicine, which seems to have left a bitter taste in his mouth judging by the scowl that is on his face.
“So, what’s happening tonight?” I ask Finn.
“I’m not sure.”
“She’s not interested in him,” I tell him, taking a sip of my beer.
“Doesn’t mean she won’t have sex with him,” he grumbles, throwing back his drink.
It doesn’t feel nice watching someone you have feelings for being with someone else. I’d call that karma, Mr. Connolly, but I don’t say that. “True. The boy is hot, and she’s fucked him before, and …”
“And?”
I smirk at him. “And it was good.” Finn glares at me. “But not as good as it is with you.”
Finn stiffens upon hearing that little tidbit. I’m being messy, but if my love life is a clusterfuck, then I can at least help my girls find love.
“She’s talked about us?” he whispers to me.
I look him up and down. “But don’t worry, she doesn’t know about your dirty little secret.
” I watch as the color disappears from his face.
That’s right, mister. I know your secret, and I’ve been biding my time to talk to you about it because if he is treating Isla the way Chance is treating me, I will not stand for it.
“I’ve seen you, Finn Connolly.” It was a shock when I first saw him, I thought it couldn’t be true.
Micah had invited me to this private room at the club, where we were invited to join in some kind of orgy, and I was down with that.
Chance was off fucking some woman, and I declined what was becoming more threesomes with women than I was comfortable with.
My man Micah was on duty that night, and I decided that I would leave Chance with two women, much to his delight, and go entertain myself with him instead.
He brought us to this room, where the party had already started, and when we stepped into it, I almost had a heart attack because there in the middle of the room, tied up, blindfolded, and spread-eagled was none other than Finn Connolly.
I knew those tattoos anywhere. My mind wasn’t comprehending because there was nothing but men in this room.
A man walked over to Finn and started sucking his cock, making him moan.
Maybe Finn doesn’t know it’s a man, he is blindfolded, because as far as I was concerned, he was straight.
So is Chance to the world. Is Finn a Chance 2.
0? Then another man stepped up and shoved his cock down Finn’s throat, and the way he greedily sucked on it is when I realized that Finn liked men, no straight man is doing what he is.
He knows exactly what is happening? I excused myself from the room.
I wasn’t about to join in on that. I would never do that to Isla, but Finn and I needed to have a conversation about it because I didn’t understand what I saw.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe … for now.
But you’re going to have to tell her at some point, it’s only fair,” I warn him, because Isla is in love with that man and she won’t ever be able to move on from him unless he cuts the cord.
Finn stares down at his crystal tumbler, contemplating my words.
“She’s not going to look at me the same.”
I can hear the fear in his voice, and it breaks my heart. Finn may have a secret like Chance does, but I don’t think he’s as confused as Chance is. “She loves you, Finn. But I understand why you would keep this secret from her. Does anyone else know?”
“Oscar,” Finn confesses.
I’m shocked, but also unsurprised because they are best friends. Is that why Oscar doesn’t want Finn and Isla to be together? Because Finn likes men?
“Of course, he does. And do you think that’s the reason why he wouldn’t want you two together?
” Finn shrugs. “Seriously? I mean, you know him better than I do, but I do know that Oscar isn’t conventional in the bedroom, so I can’t imagine he’d be that shocked.
Unless …” Oh no. Please, no. Don’t say it’s because Oscar and Finn are hooking up?
That is fucked up if they are. It will devastate Isla.
Finn’s head hangs in shame, and he can’t even look at me.
“Oh.” Fuck, fuck, fuckitty fuck. I can’t hold this secret in, not when my girl is pining after him like she does.
I look up and see her and Tyler still talking together.
Tyler is seriously flirting with her, but I can tell she is still slightly closed off to the idea, she’s probably waiting to see what Finn does.
“Was it …?”
Finn shakes his head. “Once, there were a lot of drugs and …”
Oh. Things happened. Shit. “This has just gotten a little complicated, but I still think you need to tell her.”
“I know,” he says sadly.
He’s got himself in a bit of a pickle that boy, and I don’t think anything I say either way is going to help him.
“You should never feel ashamed, Finn. No one should ever be ashamed of what they desire.” Finn gives me an understanding nod as I walk away, not listening to my advice in the slightest because I’m still covering for the man that I love, who is ashamed of his desires.
The night after that turned a little wild. There was way too much drinking, and some people partook in some drugs, and the night gets a little fuzzy after that.