Free Mr. Right Now: Vol. 3: Drinks On Us Tonight by HJ Bellus Page B

together; so she’s the reason his brother has been MIA.
    Before he can respond, Crystal and Lex are both perched in his lap and groping at every possible body part. One of them covers his cock with their hand.
    “Cole, time to play.”
    The other leans over and whispers, “Dalton’s here too, and wants the three of us again.”
    He looks to where her gaze is directed and sees him leaning against a wall. He finds it hard to believe Dalton wants to be with him again, after giving him the cold shoulder. Crystal keeps stroking his cock through his khaki trousers.
    “What’s wrong, Cole? You’re not even hard.”
    “Not tonight, ladies.”
    “C’mon,” they whine in unison.
    Cole motions to the security guard standing by the elevator.
    “Please escort both of these women out. They’re not allowed back in.”
    When Cole tries to return to conversation, Birdy’s face is deep crimson from embarrassment.
    “Sorry about that.”
    “What the fuck was that all about? You never turn down a three or foursome,” Dax asks.
    “I’m just exhausted from running the fucking business alone.”
    “Hey, we have the bar going,” Birdy says defensively. “And I have all the final decorations up around the club.”
    “You’re right.” Cole chuckles lightly. “You two have been working your asses off as well. Without you, we’d never be able to open on time.”
    Cole stands. “I’m going to shower and try to get some sleep.”
    He pats his brother’s shoulder and leans in and places a kiss on Birdy’s forehead. Dax has already made Cole promise to take care of her if anything were to happen to him. Just one more thing on his plate of responsibilities.
    Cole successfully makes it to his room without making eye contact with anyone else in the penthouse. He lets the hot shower wash away some worries, but finds his cock hardening with thoughts of Jax and their adventures last night. When he steps from the shower, a voice startles him. Dalton is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
    “Sent the girls packing?”
    Cole ignores him, trying to dry himself, not sure what to say or even if he should respond.
    “I see you’re ready for me.”
    Dalton drops his jeans and steps forward, grabbing Cole’s cock and beginning to stroke it. When Cole doesn’t return the favor, Dalton begins stroking his own cock.
    Cole tries several times to tell him he’s not in the mood and to leave, but then he’s hit with the thought of having Jax and Dalton at the same time. Watching another man fuck her while he slams into his ass. The thought is poison and he knows it, but can’t stop it from playing out in his mind. Soon Dalton drops to his knees and starts sucking him while still stroking himself. It’s one of Cole’s favorite views when being with a man.
    Soon he’s bucking his hips into Dalton’s mouth, nailing him in the back of the throat.
    “I can’t,” Cole finally gasps.
    “Fuck me,” Dalton says around his cock.
    He’s not in a relationship with Jax and only promised no other girls. Visions of her riding his cock and her perfect breasts fill his mind as he pumps harder and faster into Dalton’s mouth, and before he knows what he’s done he’s spilling into him.
    Dalton rises, wipes his mouth, and grins back at Cole. “Now, I get to fuck you.”
    “I don’t think so,” Cole says.
    “Fair is fair.”
    “There’s no fair between us. Get out of my room, and stay out of the penthouse. You’re not welcome back.”
    Cole’s words come out harsh, and he winces at them. It’s not Dalton’s fault he’s so angry with himself. Jax is right; he’s just a player. When he hears his bedroom door shut, he walks over and locks it, then sinks down on the bed naked and pissed off. The view of Dalton sucking him off was hot, and the excitement of fucking him was just that—exciting, but none of it compared to the way Jax made him feel, and he just fucked it all up.
    His phone beeps, drawing him from