Mr. Right Now: Vol. 3: Drinks On Us Tonight (3 page)

He’s going to kill Kam. He was supposed to be here hours ago, but hasn’t answered his phone at all. Cole even tried Dax, and he had no clue where his brother was. When Cole makes a promise, he never breaks it, and intends on fulfilling his to Eli. There will always be a brother with him while Chloe recovers.

The only thing keeping him from blowing is Chloe waking up and her new prognosis. Doctors are now hopeful for a full recovery. They changed their tune real fucking fast from last night. All of them except Jax. And speaking of Jax, Cole hasn’t seen her around all day. Several tests have been run on Chloe, with results expected to come in tomorrow. She still has a feeding tube in because of her inability to swallow, and the baby’s heartbeat is still strong. Eli hasn’t left her bed to as much as piss.

“Cole.” He looks up to see Dax and Birdy hand in hand.

“What are you doing here?”

“Who knows where the fuck Kam is, and you need a break.”

“We’ve got this shizz, yo.” Birdy blushes as the words leave her mouth.

Cole knows it’s probably something Dax has dared her to say. Those two give instant love a whole new meaning.

Cole gathers up his MacBook and places it all in his bag and throws on his hoodie. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Get out of here with your bad self and manpurse.” Dax tries to ruffle Cole’s hair as he walks by. It’s the one thing Dax does that pisses him off, and he’s done this to Cole since the day he was taller than Cole. Now Dax towers over him and still tries funny shit like this.

Cole does his usual sucker punch to the gut, but Dax jumps back in time to avoid it and laughs.

“Fucker.”

Cole walks out of the waiting room with a smile on his face for two reasons. One for his freedom, and two because Dax’s horseplay always lightens his mood no matter the situation. But lately there hasn’t been much horseplay, or light moods for that matter. He quickens his pace to the parking lot, getting jacked to go back to the penthouse, shower, have a couple shots, and call in the party. He needs to drink, and by drink he means he needs to get utterly fucking wasted on whisky, sex, and anything else that might suit his taste.

It’s pouring rain outside; Cole takes a moment to cover his head with his sweatshirt and makes sure his bag is zipped up. As his fingers search for the zipper, something on his right side catches his attention. It’s Jax sitting on a bench. He barely recognizes her huddled up in a ball. Her arms wrapped around her knees, she peeks to the side and makes eye contact with him.

He nods to her and smiles. “Jax.”

“Brother.”

“What the hell are you doing out here in the rain?”

“Waiting for the bus.”

“I thought doctors were loaded.” Cole steps up to the bench and peers down at her.

“With student loan bills.”

“C’mon, I’ll take you.”

“Golden rule.”

Cole cocks an eyebrow at her.

“Never ride with strangers.”

“Get your ass up and let’s go.”

“At least tell me your name, so I can message my roommate who to report if I’m found cut up in pieces.”

He takes her hand and pulls her to her feet. He stands only a few inches taller, so they meet face to face. He can feel her breath tickling his skin. “Let’s go.”

“Name.”

He inches in, stopping mere centimeters before his lips touch hers. “Cole. Cole Sterling.”

“Nice to meet you, Cole Sterling.”

She follows Cole to his car; he unlocks it and opens her door for her. Cole watches her through the front window as he rounds the front of the car, and even through the sheet of glass he can see her impressed face.

“Damn, now this is a machine.” Jax’s finger runs along the wood trim.

“Thanks.”

When the engine roars to life, an extremely loud Missy Elliot song blares through the speakers, causing Jax to jump. Cole quickly turns down the music.

“Sorry. Music is kind of my thing.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“Give me your address and I’ll put it in the navigation, and then we can talk on the way.”

Jax rattles off an address as Cole punches it into the navigation system. He effortlessly begins driving through the city.

“So?”

“So, what?” He glances at her from the corner of his eye.

“Occupation.”

“Oh, it is true. Doctors use big words. I just need to see your handwriting to see if you pass all the doctor tests.”

“I do. It looks like shit.”

“God damn, I’m driving a doctor.”

“Are you always such a smartass?”

“Who? Me?” Cole covers his chest with hands while stopped at a red light.

Jax cracks a smile at him and then whaps his shoulder.

“Do you own a gym?”

“Um, negative.”

“From the size and feel of your guns that’d be my guess, but you’re probably a professional manwhore or pimp with your charm.”

She’s not too far off, Cole thinks. “I do have an opening for a ‘ho. I’m thinking the clients would go nuts for a naughty doctor, but I’d need to test you out first.”

“Wow.” Cole has Jax laughing so hard she can’t get more than one word out.

“No, really, Jax. Want an interview?” He looks at her and cocks an eyebrow.

“Stop.”

Cole goes in for the kill, grabbing his cock and squeezing it while waggling his eyebrows. “Test spin?”

“Not tonight, pimp daddy mac.” Jax slides her hand through the door handle and opens it. “Thanks for the ride, though.”

Cole cranes his head over to her side to see her standing up outside the car. “Oh, honey, you haven’t had any sort of ride yet.”

Jax shakes her head at him before she shuts the door. Cole feels himself harden as he watches her walk away. Fuck, he really needs to get back to the penthouse.

He thinks about stopping by the club to check on progress, but the vision of Creed comes to his mind, and fuck that shit. How in the hell Creed got hired by their staffing company is beyond him. He really couldn’t believe his eyes the other day when he saw him in the club.

He sends Kam a quick text to see what he’s hitting up tonight and gets nothing back. The fucker must really be knee deep in some amazing pussy. Cole finally decides to hit the restaurant at the hotel to see if any room bunnies are hanging around looking for keys. The fucking hotties came out when they found out where the brothers were staying.

As he walks into the hotel he can tell it’s hopping with activity, and this excites him. Making his way into the restaurant, he spots Kam in the corner booth by himself staring at something or someone.

“Hey, fuckface.”

Kam looks up to see Cole, and his eyes instantly go back to whatever he was staring at.

“Thanks for fucking ditching me, dickhead.”

Kam doesn’t break his stare until Cole launches a fork in his direction. When Cole turns to see what he’s staring at, he’s not surprised. It’s a group of waitresses.

“Dude, you need to answer your fucking phone.”

“Sorry, man, I was busy.”

“With what?’

“Taking care of shit.”

“Well, your baby brother should’ve been at the top of that list.”

“Fuck.” Kam scrubs his face with his hands. “I lost my phone.”

“What the fuck happened to you?”

“Just a wild fucking night, man.”

“Well, Chloe is awake and things aren’t looking half bad. Dax is at the hospital with him now.”

“With his new side piece of ass?”

“If you’d pull your head out of your ass, you’d know it’s more than a side piece of ass.”

Cole’s irritation begins to boil over from the undue stress and his brother’s clear disregard for anything. He’s been way too fucking responsible for too long and needs a night to let go.

He decides to forgo the food and any more conversation with his fucking brother. Cole slides out of the booth, flips his brother the bird, and waltzes over to the group of waitresses. There must have been a staff meeting or something because all of them are huddled together talking. The mouthy one Birdy knows stands in the center of the group. He gives her a moment to finish her thought, but when he sees she’s not getting a clue, he steps closer and reaches his arm over a couple shoulders, holding out his key card.

“Bring as many friends as possible. Drinks are on me tonight.”

He knows it will do the trick, and that he probably has just enough time to shower. The kitchen has been stocked for days with whiskey and beers since their last rager. Cole tries to mentally count the days since he’s lost himself in whisky and fucking. All he knows is that it’s been too long.

Cole’s timing is impeccable. As he throws on his white wife beater and fastens the button on his jeans, the first batch of ladies step off the elevator. It seems the group of waitresses came to party as he sees several unfamiliar faces.

“Welcome. What’s mine is yours.” He holds both arms out, welcoming the women.

“Thanks, Cole.” A perky little blonde pipes up.

He knows she’s the one he’ll have tonight, but who else to accompany him? Three is his favorite number, and tonight he intends on getting completely wasted. He walks right up to her, grabs her hand, and begins leading her into the kitchen. He notices over his shoulder the rest of the group follows also.

“Shots?” He cocks an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah.”

He sets up line after line of shot glasses and then lets the tequila flow. Cole pulls a tub of quartered limes from the fridge. As he pops off the top, some of the girls squeal with delight.

“Cheers, bitches.” Cole lines up several saltshakers.

Each girl grabs a shot glass, as does Cole, and they begin to put away the tequila. Most of the women pass after the second one, but the blonde and her friend stick in with him, taking one more.

Cole notices the penthouse fill up as he is drinking and smiles a bit when he sees several men in the crowd.

“Ladies, I think I may need some assistance in my room, if you don’t mind meeting me there in about ten minutes. It’s the second one on the left down that hall.” He points down the long hallway, and before he can excuse himself the blonde is on him. She gropes his cock, squeezing it through his jeans. Her brunette friend leans over her shoulder and finds his lips. She tastes of salt and tequila. Cole’s head swims as he tries processing what they are doing.

He has no qualms about fucking in the middle of a party, but it usually happens much later with much drunker girls. The blonde sinks to her knees while her fingers delicately unbutton his jeans. He hears his zipper and knows these two aren’t going to take no for an answer or wait ten minutes, but before he can get carried away he grabs his phone and sends Trenton, their bodyguard, a quick text to get up to the penthouse.

The other brothers are never as cautious as he is, but he knows things can get out of control way too easily, and he plans to fuck, suck, and whatever else may land in his lap. His phone makes a loud thud on the counter. Lips wrapped around his cock take him by surprise. He pulls back from the brunette, looks down at her, and feels her hands dig into his ass cheeks as she begins to glide up and down him.

The brunette doesn’t handle the space very well, tugging on his face and bringing him back to her. Cole finally lets loose, not worrying about work or his brothers, or for that matter, whatever the fuck happens tonight. He kisses the brunette back hard, invading her mouth with his tongue and fisting her hair, tugging her head to the side to get deeper into her. She moans into his mouth and mimics his actions.

The blonde doesn’t slow her pace on his cock, even adding some teeth to the mixture, damn near making him come in her mouth. It takes every bit of his willpower to fight off the pending orgasm as her mouth fucks him and he attacks the brunette in front of him. Cole lifts her to the countertop, nudging her legs open a little, but not paying attention to her core even though her tiny skirt begs for it.

“Show me your tits,” he growls as he clenches his eyes shut and throws his hands in the blonde’s hair, forcing her head to move faster, but he only does this for a moment before he pops her off his cock.

“Slow down. You’re going to make me come and ruin the whole party.”

The blonde looks up to Cole through a lusty glaze. “But I’m thirsty.”

Cole grabs a glass near him on the counter and pours another shot. He notices the brunette has lifted her skirt and is stroking herself. The sight of the over-eager slut nearly causes him to blow.

“Stop, not until I tell you to.” He grabs her hand, pulls her a bit forward, and dangles her wet fingers in front of her friend’s face. He lets them graze her lips and watches as she licks them.

“Mmm. Crystal, you taste so good. I bet you’d let me make you come.” She takes one long suck on her finger, licking her juices clean, and then zeroes back in on Cole. Her hands don’t touch him. She grasps the hem of her skimpy lace top and drags it over her head. Her double D’s appear before Cole as Crystal goes back to playing with herself.

His head spins, not knowing what the fuck to do. He finally takes his dick and dips it in the shot glass full of tequila.

“You said you were thirsty?”

The blonde nods as her fingers pluck at her nipples.

Cole drops the shot glass by her jaw, using his fingers to part her lips, and then lets the liquid flow down her throat.

“Now, don’t make me come. Go slow.” He turns to the brunette on the counter, who has begun to moan and writhe as her hand quickens the pace.

“I thought I told you no.” He grabs her hand and goes down to play with her titties, but is distracted by someone clearing their throat.

The two women have driven Cole nearly mad, causing him to forget only a counter shielded them from the rest of the party. When he looks over the bar, he sees Kam has joined the party and is already surrounded by a bunch of women, but then he focuses in on the man leaning against the stove opposite him.

“Looks like your hands are full.”

Cole’s cock bounces off the roof of the blonde’s mouth as he studies the man before them. He’s tall, lean, and blond, with baby blue eyes. Cole throws him a friendly nod, but doesn’t answer. He watches as the man closes the distance between them. He walks to the girl on the counter and places his hand near her ass. He faces Cole, sandwiching the blonde between them.

It’s a stalemate as all four of them stay frozen in their spots until the blonde on her knees turns to face the stranger’s clothed cock. Cole glances down at it as well and can tell the other man is hard and ready to play. She looks back up to Cole before doing anything, and all it takes is a simple nod from him and she’s unzipping the man’s jeans. And when he springs free from his pants, Cole knows this night will be one for the record books.

He guides the back of the blonde’s head until her lips reach the tip of his cock. Cole studies the stranger’s face as she begins sucking him, and it’s clear that pleasure begins to prick at his skin.

It’s a pretty well-known fact that Cole doesn’t discriminate between male and female. Hell, he’s still not sure what he likes best, but he knows the hot party mess needs to make their way to the bedroom, as he feels staring eyes on them.

“Let’s go…”

The man sinks his fingers into Crystal’s pussy and begins working her over. Cole’s attention is hypnotized by the action of his fingers and then goes back to analyze the pleasure covering his face. The stranger uses his other hand to pull the blonde off of him. He steps closer, brushing up against Cole, and this action unleashes something inside Cole. Before he bends one of them over and begins fucking them in public, he distracts himself by facing Crystal and taking her lips to his.

He begins a grueling, punishing kiss, biting her tongue and exploring every inch of her mouth. A hand wraps around his cock and begins to stroke him. First it’s slow, and then about every three strokes it’s a quick jerk. He pulls from her lips, placing his hands on the counter and growling out his pleasure. Looking down, he sees Crystal’s lips wrapped back around the stranger while both of her hands massage his balls, and when his focus is on his own dick, it’s the man’s hand stroking him.

He takes a quick step back, breaking all bodily contact with the group. Each of them looks at him in shock.

“Bedroom now.” Cole doesn’t wait for answers as he pulls up his jeans and begins walking down the hall. He leans against the dark door to his room, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers. Cole hasn’t been with a guy since Creed. The only person he’s ever fallen in love with and then was crushed by. But the feel of that stranger stroking his cock is something he can’t deny. It’s like his body was made for another man to pleasure, and they knew exactly how to play him like a fiddle.

A hand touches the middle of his back, and turning his head he sees his three new friends standing behind him. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but he also knows there’s nothing else in the fucking world he wants right now. He just hopes these women don’t freak the fuck out when he has his way with the stranger. He’s found some women can handle it, while others draw their hard limits.

He’s pretty sure by their brazen acts that there will be no problems whatsoever. He shuts and locks the door behind them.

“What happens in here stays in here?” It’s Cole who speaks first.

The women nod and stand watching as they begin to strip off their clothes piece by piece. Without words, they make their way to the men and drop to their knees before them. The men gaze down and watch the women’s fingers undo their jeans, springing their cocks from their pants once again. But before they give head, they begin kissing each other.

“Fuck, man, I’m not going to last long.”

Cole looks at the man and smiles. “We have all night and plenty of drinks.”

“I’m Dalton.”

“I’m Cole.” Both men’s gazes go back down to the women. Cole feels that familiar jerking motion and looks down to see Dalton’s hand working him over again.

“Top or bottom?” Cole asks.

“I hope this cock fucks me at some point tonight.”

A stream of pre-cum escapes Cole, covering Dalton’s hand.

Cole turns to face Dalton, grabs the back of his head, and pulls him down to his lips. The musky smell covering his mouth drives him mad as Dalton’s hand still works him over.

Cole pulls away slightly, placing his hand over Dalton’s. “If you want fucked, then you better slow down.”

Dalton bites Cole’s bottom lip. “Then let’s fuck already.”

Cole doesn’t lose eye contact or pull his lips away as he reaches down, grabbing one of the women by the hair. He’s not even sure which one he snags, but drags her to the bed.

He finally pulls from Dalton as he positions her on the bed.

“Fuck her,” he demands.

The other woman goes down on Cole and begins sucking him. It’s not as good as before, and he’s thankful because it’s just enough to keep him hard but not blow.

He watches as Dalton rips opens a condom and places it on, but then glides between her legs. He doesn’t ease it in her, and Cole knows he’s ready to be fucked.

He pulls from the brunette, dims the light, and grabs a few things from his nightstand. When he returns to the bed, Crystal is on the blonde’s face, muffling her screams as she’s being thoroughly fucked. Dalton and Crystal attack each other’s lips, and for an instant Cole is jealous of Crystal.

He readies himself as he joins the group on the bed. He’s never felt his cock throb so hard before. His hands roam Dalton for several moments, groping his heavy balls and then lingering up the seam and playing with his ass. He can’t handle it anymore, and pushes his cock against Dalton’s asshole.

Dalton breaks from Crystal and freezes his fucking action with the blonde. Dalton looks back over his shoulder as far as he can and studies Cole’s face. Cole grunts in the dark as his cock squeezes in. He tries to take it easy, paying careful attention not to hurt Dalton, but it only takes moments before his hips find a steady rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust. Soon Dalton resumes fucking the blonde.

Crystal’s orgasm lapsed moments ago on her friend’s face. She stands and then lies down by her friend’s side and begins kissing and licking up her juices. Both men grunt loudly at the sight.

“C’mon, Lex, let go. I want to get fucked, too.”

The blonde, Lex, squirms and begins screaming as Dalton finds a punishing pace, fucking her as he gets pounded by Cole. The three set a grueling pace while Crystal continues to pet and rub any area of skin she can get to. Lex screams out her orgasm, then Dalton spills into her, but he doesn’t stop there. He continues to grunt and move with Cole, but it’s only moments before Cole picks up speed and falls over the edge.

He collapses on the pile of sweaty bodies, feeling the best he has in a very long time, but completely exhausted.

“Hey, it’s my turn.” Crystal pushes at the men’s shoulders. Cole can only grumble and knows there’s no way he has the energy to give her what she wants. Dalton rolls over and pushes Cole off of him. He stretches out on his back and motions for her to climb on. She doesn’t hesitate before she takes position and starts riding. Cole watches Dalton’s jaw tighten as she covers him and takes control.