“A club,” he offered, not wanting to waste any time talking tonight.

Opening the door to Covet, the club that would soon open to the public and rock their fucking socks off, Sawyer took a step back and allowed the three of them to precede him inside. The club was near completion, with the exception of getting the main bar installed, as well as the various runway platforms that would be interspersed throughout. So, progress was certainly being made, and Sawyer found he couldn’t wait to introduce his baby to the world.

Releasing Andrea’s arm, Sawyer excused himself to go turn on the lights. Might as well set the mood. While he was at the control panel, he grabbed a bottle of Grey Goose that he’d stashed before everyone arrived. At the rate his night was going, he figured getting blind drunk wasn’t going to hurt.

Well, maybe in the morning, but at least not tonight. And that’s all that mattered.

And he was already halfway there, how about that.

“Hey, baby,” Andrea crooned when he rejoined the three of them.

Rather than respond, Sawyer grinned, sending her exactly the message he wanted her to receive. Sawyer wasn’t here tonight to get to know this girl. In fact, he wasn’t much for chit chat of any kind tonight.

But, he was all for having some fun.

Taking a swig from the bottle, Sawyer motioned for Andrea to join him as he sat in one of the chairs beside Greyson. As it turned out, the woman that Greyson had picked up earlier in the day was a bit more promiscuous than her friend seemed to be. Not that Andrea appeared to be any sort of saint because, at the moment, she had taken it upon herself to kneel in front of him where he sat.

Tilting the bottle of vodka to his lips, Sawyer stared down at her, watching the way she shyly glanced over at Greyson’s woman, seemingly admiring what she was doing.

“Go ahead, honey, join her,” Sawyer suggested, enjoying the effects of the alcohol he’d been consuming for the last few hours. His tongue was blessedly numb, his muscles no longer tense, and his head felt incredibly light on his shoulders. Glancing down at the bottle in his hands, he figured he had at least three more swigs before he’d be feeling absolutely no pain for the rest of the night.

“What about you?” Andrea asked, smiling up at him, her long, fake fingernails trailing up his legs, over his crotch and on to his belt buckle.

Awww, he liked a chick who wanted to put him first.

“What about me?” he asked, leaning back in the chair casually, as though he didn’t have a care in the world. Really, if he thought about it, he didn’t... have a care in the world that is.

Not tonight anyway. And maybe not tomorrow. Or…

What the hell was he…? Oh, right.

This was the only place he wanted to be. Right here in his club, a hot chick ready to blow his mind with her mouth while her friend sucked Greyson off like she was devouring an ice cream cone and couldn’t wait to be finished.

As Andrea managed to free his semi-hard cock from his jeans, Sawyer watched her, doing his damnedest to pretend she wasn’t someone else. It didn’t hurt that Andrea looked nothing like the woman who’d been on his mind for months. A good thing actually because the last woman he wanted to think about tonight was Kennedy.

Although, just the mere thought of her had his dick coming to life much faster than the blonde on her knees was.

“Mmmm,” Andrea moaned when his cock was free, her long fingers wrapped around him.

“Here, while you’re at it,” Sawyer dug a condom out of his pocket and handed it over to her. It took him two tries to get the foil packet into her hands, but he finally managed, laughing as he did. He knew he had a stupid grin on his face, but the alcohol was doing its job.

She seemed confused, but he didn’t give a fuck. As much as he wanted to trust this chick, even with his brain swimming in alcohol, he didn’t. And honestly, he didn’t consider that a bad thing.

“What?” he asked defensively when she stared up at him. “It’s flavored. Try it, you’ll like it.”

In his world, protection was critical. And he didn’t take any risks. Ever.

“What’re you waitin’ for?” he asked, his words slurring due to the alcohol.

Yep, almost there.

“Show her how it’s done,” Greyson told the brunette between his thighs.

Sawyer watched as the brunette eased over in front of him, her short, stubby fingers wrapping around him tightly.

“Easy, darlin’. No need to choke him to death,” Sawyer told her, grabbing her hand and releasing some of the pressure on his cock.

The brunette took the condom and slid it over his dick while she stared between his legs intently. Once he was sheathed, she wasted no time at all taking him deep into her mouth, her tongue roaming hurriedly back and forth.

“Slow down. Ain’t no race,” he mumbled, glancing over at Greyson who was stroking his own cock slowly, watching the brunette.

“Help her out,” Greyson instructed the blonde and a second later, Sawyer was in heaven, the warmth of two mouths laving his dick, their tongues working in tandem, briefly intertwining with one another as they went.

This was the life, he thought to himself as he downed another gulp from the bottle. No worries whatsoever. And what did he fucking care if this was meaningless, cheap sex with two women he wouldn’t see again?

“Awww, yes,” he groaned. “Just like that.”

He wanted them to hurry, to bring him to the pinnacle and send him over and maybe he’d find enough desire to get it up again and start all over. And if he didn’t, he didn’t really give a shit.

“Hold up, ladies,” Greyson interrupted. “Don’t get him too worked up. Once he’s done, he’s done.”

“Fuck you,” Sawyer said with a grin. “You make them stop, and you can take their place.”

“Fuck you, man. Not in this lifetime,” Greyson said with a strangled laugh. “I ain’t into all that, but if they’d like to get a little sixty-nine going with each other, I’m all for watching.”

To Sawyer’s delight, the brunette pulled away from his cock and kissed the blonde with so much enthusiasm, the two of them actually fell over on the floor. Well, maybe that was more from the shots they’d been downing since they arrived an hour ago than from excitement.

He could pretend.

It made it hotter that way.

For half a second, he considered getting down there with them, but he knew if that happened, he’d be horizontal for the rest of the night, and it wasn’t quite midnight yet.

“Something happens at midnight, right?” he asked Greyson, his head tilting toward his buddy while his eyes remained fixed on the two chicks getting naked on the floor.

“Yup, it’ll be tomorrow.”

Sawyer looked over at Greyson, his mind clearing briefly. Was he fucking serious?

Laughing, he turned back to the show.

“Damn, baby,” Greyson said. “That’s nice.”

Taking another swig from the bottle, Sawyer smiled to himself. Yep, life was good. And no matter what anyone else said, he didn’t need any more than this right here.

He damn sure didn’t need an uppity veterinarian who made his pulse race, or his heart pound. All that lovey dovey shit might be just what his brothers needed, but not him.

No fucking way.

“I ain’t gonna be able to get on the floor,” he told Greyson, although he didn’t even understand the words himself.

Greyson grinned.

“Me neither, man. I’m too old for that shit,” Greyson stuttered, grabbing the bottle out of Sawyer’s hand.

“So, what do we do now?” Sawyer’s mind was swimming, his eyes blurry and he had half a mind to leave these two chicks rolling around right there on the floor. They seemed content to have their faces buried in each other’s pussy.

Greyson shrugged as he chugged from the bottle.

“All right, that’s enough!” Sawyer called out, trying to infuse a little authority in his tone. He had no idea whether he succeeded or not because as soon as he went to stand, the world tilted, spun, and the next thing he knew…

He was right there on the floor with them, his jeans around his thighs.

Well, what do you know? That wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. Grabbing hold of the nearest girl, he pulled her closer. “My turn,” he slurred.

Yep, this was the life.

And if anyone tried to tell him different, well, he’d just tell them to go to hell.

♂♀

Kaleb

“Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two…”

Kaleb turned to Zoey, cupping her face in both hands as he stared down into her eyes. “One,” he whispered.

Leaning forward, he kissed her lips softly, lingering as he inhaled her fresh scent. Her hands gripped his wrists, and he could feel her grin against his mouth.

“I love you, Kaleb Walker,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear her over the explosion of sound that had erupted in the cavernous room when the clock struck midnight.

“Not nearly as much as I love you,” he told her, pulling back so he could once again stare down into her eyes. “Now that we’ve brought in the new year with everyone else, how ‘bout we go home and celebrate. Just the two of us.”

“Sounds like a perfect plan to me,” she told him, kissing him once more before pulling back and taking his hand in hers.

As they made their way across the room, Kaleb knew the night was still young for everyone else, and if he had to guess, they were going to celebrate the New Year in style, successfully christening the resort the way that it deserved. After all, they hadn’t named it Alluring Indulgence because it had a nice ring to it.