Billionaires' Indulgence 1 , Irresistible Attraction(22)

Fuck, this is going to be hard.

 

“You’re a dirty hound-dog,”

 

“I’m a man. Sue me.” Hunter leans into his chair and swings his long legs on a chair sitting across from him. “I wonder how things will play out tonight.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Now that it’s out in the open we both like her, things might get weird tonight.”

 

“Nothing has to be weird if you follow my advice,” I hiss.

 

“I hear you loud and clear. You want me to keep it in my pants and I will. I don’t know how you do it.”

 

“Do what?”

 

My friend gives me a long stare before speaking again. “When was the last time you got laid?” Hunter whispers his words, aware that although Miranda Lambert’s Little Red Wagon is blaring from my house and I can hear my sister singing along, Riley is still within earshot. “It’s been a month since you broke things off with Lindsay.”

 

Thank God that’s over. I met Lindsay Corbin at a charity event in Silicon Valley. Hunter and I still keep a close circle of friends out there and we never miss the opportunity to hop on a plane and go party. The minute I saw Lindsay, I was instantly drawn to her. After a few months of back-and-forth, the relationship became taxing because as much as I enjoyed sex with her, I couldn’t see things going any further. Even though she came to Denver a few times to party and to see me, she’d made it clear she could never leave San Francisco to move out here and I knew I wasn’t going back there—I didn’t need to. Not to mention Lindsay is a bit high-maintenance and too much of a drama queen for my liking. Since the breakup I’ve been a bit of a recluse, satisfying my sexual needs with predictable porn clips and jerking off any chance I get.

 

“I haven’t seen you bring anyone around either,” I reply defensively.

 

“You know perfectly well we have a rule not to bring women to the ranch and to keep it to hotels or their homes. At least I get some. I go to Denver any chance I have for some fun with no strings attached, but I know you get bored easily with one-night stands. A friend has a right to be concerned.”

 

“Listen, breaking things off with Lindsay was a royal pain in the ass. Although she doesn’t see herself living out here, she wanted us to keep what we had going. She keeps calling and texting in the hopes I’ll reconsider. I keep turning her down, but she’s unwilling to let it go. After all this, I need a break from women.”

 

“She’s still calling? She won’t give up.”

 

“I’m sure she’ll find the right one, but it’s not me. I haven’t heard from her in a week now, so I’m hoping she’s found a replacement boyfriend to latch onto. I should have never started this long-distance relationship. In the end Lindsay became needy and I had no desire to take things further, but I was dragging my feet about letting her go.”

 

“Well, let’s hope she’s moved on and you won’t hear from her again. I think it’s high time for you to get back in the saddle.”

 

“Don’t worry about me. I’m doing fine. As for me hopping from one pussy to another… I’m not like you. I need a break between women.”

 

We both laugh.

 

“As much as I love our life out here, I miss the big-city life.”

 

Before moving to Colorado, we lived for six months in New York trying to escape our overnight fame after we got bought out. Living in Silicon Valley felt claustrophobic because of the journalists and paparazzi chasing us. They were relentless. After a couple of months, we couldn’t continue being stalked by them and still hope to live a normal life. So we left.

 

“Damn right. We lived in the land of plenty. The Big Apple offers a tempting range of sultry women capable of fulfilling our wildest fantasies.”

 

“Yup. In all fairness, Silicon Valley or San Fran offered a lot of amazing options as well.”

 

“Yeah. We’ve had our share of unforgettable nights and insane weekends of debauchery, but out here… it’s harder.”

 

“I won’t lie, Hunter. There are plenty of attractive perks in living on a ranch like this one, but it’s shit for our sex life.”

 

“Maybe our luck turned around today.” My best friend raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the right. I’ve seen this predatory look too many times and I know exactly what he’s thinking.

 

“Hunter, we’ve already talked about this earlier.”

 

“I get it, but when I was in the shower, I closed my eyes and…” He trails off, forcing me to lean in closer to catch the rest of his train of thought.