Another reminder.
I could still see her body, still feel the softness of her skin, still hear her screams as she shuddered over my cock.
Women didn’t take up real estate in my brain.
They left as quickly as they came. I didn’t have time for them to stick around. My life moved far too fast for that—traveling, work, traveling for work, a vicious cycle that repeated weekly. Since graduating from law school, I didn’t ask for phone numbers. I didn’t memorize addresses. Women were like a bold, heavy cabernet while eating a five-hundred-dollar Kobe steak. They enhanced the experience, but they weren’t the star of the show.
The star was work.
It always had been; it always would be.
Except this little beauty with long black hair and glittering blue eyes was etched in a space I couldn’t erase.
And I didn’t know what the fuck to do about it.
I turned toward Brett. “She might become a multi-night stand while I’m in Vegas, but this is where it’ll end.”
“You sure about that?” Brett asked.
As I was about to answer, Jack walked back inside, and Dominick came over and said, “If you’re talking about Jo, he’s already fucking pussy-whipped.”
I looked at my brother. “Do you have something you want to say to me?”
Dominick smiled. “Do you really want to hear it?”
I laughed.
I knew where this was going.
Since Dominick was dating Kendall now and Brett was engaged to James Ryne—the most popular actress in Hollywood—they thought they knew it all. They had every goddamn answer. Like they were fucking psychologists in any situation that involved women.
I couldn’t wait to hear this.
“Sure, bring it,” I told him.
“You like her, and you don’t know what the fuck to do about it.”
Now, I really laughed. In fact, I laughed so hard that my head fell back.
The action instantly brought back a memory from earlier in my room.
Fuck.
“Listen, you two, I know you both think you’re the latest and greatest Dr. Phil, but you have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. She lives in Miami, and she’s in college. I have no business even entertaining a thought like that, never mind pursuing her.”
“So, she’s a bit of a cub,” Dominick said. “That’s a moot point. She’s legal—that’s all that matters.”
“And you know half my relationship has been long-distance while James is on location, filming.” Brett nodded toward Max. “He and Eve haven’t always lived in the same city either.” He then pointed at Jack. “And you know he and Samantha have had their time apart.”
I glanced between Brett and Dominick, not believing my fucking ears. “Hold up. I got my dick sucked a few times today, and suddenly, you’re marrying me off and visualizing my white picket fence?” I shook my head. “I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you two, but, Jesus, you’re laying it on thick.” I glared at Dominick. “Especially you, the guy who lived an identical life as mine.”
“But do I now?” Dominick asked. “I learned that lesson and almost pushed away the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I emptied the scotch in my hand, my patience running out. “Are you done?”
He put his hand in the air. “I’m just saying, be open to possibilities. You shut them out before they even turn into chances. Whether it be with Jo or the next girl, I want you to stop and consider what could be.”
I set my glass down, wishing one of them had brought the bottle outside.
Am I considering anything they’re saying?
Fuck no.
This is a waste of a conversation.
“I’ve heard you. Now, I think it’s time for dinner,” I said.
I wished that dismissal caused the thoughts to leave as well.
But they were there, front and center.
I had almost a week left in Vegas. Jo did as well.
If these temptations continued …
No, I wasn’t putting my brain there.
“You seem to be forgetting all the hell you and Ford put me through when I kept rejecting the idea of dating Kendall,” Dominick said.
The start of his relationship had been a rocky ride. And Ford and I had been there for it all, holding his damn hand.
“I get it,” I told him. “But this is premature.”
“I thought that, too, at the beginning,” he admitted. “Except the second I laid eyes on my girl, deep down, I knew she was going to be mine. That feeling came over me, and I fought it for as long as I could, but I couldn’t get her out of my goddamn mind.”
Fuck me.
The only thing I wanted in this moment was to wrap my hands around her ass and haul her body up against mine, attacking her mouth with my fucking tongue.
I pushed away from the balcony and said, “I’m leaving. It’s time to get drunk. Are you two coming?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I continued inside, joining Max, Jack, and Ford.
But I could hear Brett and Dominick laughing behind me, followed by, “That motherfucker doesn’t even know what just hit him.”
Six
Joanna
“Shake it,” Monica sang as I ground my ass against hers, the music flowing through me.
Going to clubs and dancing was a big part of our nightlife in Miami, so it only made sense that we would do the same while we were in Vegas. The best thing about doing it here was that this city was full of strangers. The chances of us running into someone we knew was beyond slim. We could dance however we wanted, dress however we liked. We could just let loose and not care and let the music take over.
At least, that was what I thought.
Until I looked up from the speaker we were dancing on and saw Jenner and his crew in the VIP area.
Oh God.
I was positive he hadn’t seen me because none of the guys were looking in our direction.
I wasn’t surprised he was here. This was one of the most well-known clubs on the Strip. Whenever I read about celebrities visiting Vegas, it was always mentioned that they made a stop here. I was sure they were seated in the same section as Jenner—an area my girls and I couldn’t enter, as we didn’t have the right passes. We hadn’t tried to get those passes because we only came here to dance.
“Monica …” I tugged her arm, getting her attention. “Look.” I pointed toward Jenner and watched her face as I said, “That’s him.”
She glanced back at me, almost spilling her drink. “Like him, him?”
I nodded. “Yes, that’s Jenner.”
“Daaamn, girl.” Her eyes widened as she took him in. “He’s like a much sexier, younger version of Ben Affleck. The J.Lo version, not the Jennifer Garner version.”
“Right?” I hadn’t made the connection, but she was dead accurate. “Man, he’s delicious.”
“Are those his brothers on either side of him?” She was practically meowing. “If they are, you need to hook me up. Like, I can’t even …”
“Yep, that’s Ford and Dominick, although I’m honestly not sure which is which. The guys across from them are their friends.”