Chapter 6: Aaren

Sia gave me a knowing look after Morgan and Kit left. We were alone now and I could see the building lust in her eyes as she stared down at me from where she straddled me.

"We're alone," she said with a breathy whisper. "What would you like to do to me?"

Always that question. What would I like to do to her? I had too much running through my head to focus on the little treat sitting atop me.

"I could suck your c*ck," she said as she nibbled my earlobe. I rolled my eyes, thankful she couldn't see.

I pulled her away gently and looked in her eyes. "Your efforts are admirable, but unfortunately, I have work to do." She let out an irritated huff but didn't move to get off of me.

Just then, I heard Bradley's melodic tone sing taunts down the hallway before I heard him throwing his weight against a door. I groaned, knowing I was going to have to replace yet another door due to his antics.

"Maybe Bradley would be better suited to fill your needs. Just follow the path of destruction and you'll find him." She awkwardly crawled off of my lap and glared down at me.

"You're kind of an asshole." She looked down her nose at me as I sipped from my glass. I shrugged and broke eye contact. She was gorgeous and ready, but I wasn't.

"Go find someone else, Sia. Enjoy the free drink and food." I made sure to put an edge to my voice, it had to cut deep if it was to work.

She huffed and stormed out of the room, no doubt in search of a man to make me jealous. Joke was on her though, jealousy was a foreign feeling to me. I listened to her heels click and clack down the hall, then down the stairs.

I sighed and leaned my head back against the couch. Tonight would be a long night, maybe I shouldn't have sent her away. It would be hours before Morgan and Bradley were done with their toys. I may as well have entertained myself in the meantime.

I waved the thought away with a hand and downed the rest of my drink, the alcohol warming my limbs.

I needed the guys clear headed and focused, so the least I could do was let them f*ck it out of their system. I, on the other hand, couldn't focus until we all sat down to talk. We had to figure out where the mole was that was divulging information to the authorities about our shipments.

Even with our shipments of cocaine and heroin being seized, we had more than enough income. Both from our other dealings and our legitimate side of the business. It just so happened that we had quite the shipment of stolen artworks that would fetch us a pretty penny. We had a fence that owed us for letting him live after he tried to undersell us once, so when he got wind of a bulk lot of paintings looking for a new home, we were the first ones he came to.

We had a small little warehouse that no one was aware of, nestled in the east end of Kilbrook. It was the perfect place to hide the paintings for a week while we found buyers for them. Humidity controlled and under constant camera surveillance, it was the perfect little hidey-hole for some stolen pieces. No one would find it.

I closed my eyes and leaned back into the plush sofa, enjoying the sounds of Bradley and Morgan getting their rocks off down the hall. I was half tempted to join them but in all honesty, my mind was too preoccupied with business. I was happy that they were able to get outside of their heads for a moment and just enjoy the night, but I was not that kind of man. My mind was always in the game, even when it wasn't.

I heard Bradley let loose a howl from down the hallway, no doubt having found his prey. A sadistic smile pulled my features tight as I heard her let out a small screech. Maybe I would at least go watch.

I leaned forward and planted my forearms on my thighs, listening intently as the sounds of immediate pleasure floated down the hallway over the sounds of the party down below. Maybe I should go entertain our guests until they are done?

I stood and made my way down the hallway, spotting the splintered door to Morgan's room. God f*cking dammit, that was the third time this month. I stepped into the threshold and took in the scene before me. Both Morgan and Bradley sat on Morgan's bed, panting between their partners thighs.

Bradley had a cute little blond bent over the bed as he railed her from behind, her short dress hiked up around her waist. Morgan straddled Kit, who had carried him out of the game room, and was slamming down onto him. The smell of sex and lube filled the room along with pleasurable pantting and moaning.

Bradley spotted me then, grinning wickedly as he f*cked the woman before him. "Do you want a turn, brother?"

I leaned against the empty door frame and grinned into the dimly lit room. "She looks like she can barely handle you, Bradley. I think both of us would surely ruin her."

He looked down at the woman then, her face twisted in pleasure. "Do you want to be thoroughly ruined, little mouse?" He leaned in and bit down hard on her shoulder, a weak sound of pain escaping her plump lips. "I think she wants to be ruined, Aaren. Why don't you come assist?"

I pushed off of the doorframe and stalked into the room, shedding my suit jacket and ripping my belt from the loops of my slacks. If she wanted to be ruined, let her be f*cking ruined.