I was lounging on the deck chair, one leg folded over the other, nursing a frosty beer.
The sun was dipping low, and the beach party below was in full swing.
Across from me, Hayden was polishing off a cheeseburger. I couldn’t help but smirk at the smear of ketchup on his chin.
“What?” he asked, mouth full.
He swiped at his chin with the back of his hand. I took another sip of my beer.
“How much longer is this circus supposed to last?” I asked.
“A few more hours,” he replied, reaching for his own beer.
I watched him drain it, then stand up.
“Want another?” he asked.
I nodded and finished off my own.
He moved to the cooler, lifting the lid and pulling out two chilled beers. He popped the tops and handed me one before sitting back down with a satisfied burp.
“Any more shipments coming in or deliveries we should know about?” I asked.
“Man, relax! We’re at a party!”
He clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk shop tonight.
“So, what’s on your mind then?” I asked.
He flashed me a grin, his teeth gleaming white.
“Getting laid, brother,” he replied.
“I think you’ve already slept with half the women in this town,” I laughed.
“You’ve had your fair share too,” he pointed out.
“It’s too easy,” I admitted.
“That’s the power of our reputation. Women flock to us when they know we’re Raffiels,” he said, grinning.
True.
Neither of us had any trouble attracting women.
They practically threw themselves at us, but it had become too predictable.
“You want a girl who’ll give you a run for your money?” Hayden asked.
“She can try,” I chuckled.
“Or maybe some innocent virgin you can corrupt?”
I made a face.
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know. A connection? A spark?”
“A relationship?” Hayden asked, pulling a face.
“I don’t know!”
I took a long pull from my beer and sighed.
“I don’t think any girl in this town would be brave enough to be your girlfriend,” Hayden laughed.
“Oh, and you’re such a catch,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I’ve got a bigger dick,” he said.
“That doesn’t automatically make you more attractive,” I told him.
“I don’t know, man. My girl would have to accept me for who I am, inside and out. Not many girls are willing to do that,” he said.
I nodded.
“I don’t think any girl would accept me because of who I am,” I admitted.
“Screw it. It’s just you and me, brother.”
He raised his beer bottle in a toast, and I clinked mine against his.
Hayden and I had been best friends since school.
He joined the family business when he was fourteen, working for my dad and me. When I took over, I made him my right-hand man.
He could run this business on his own if he had to.
When his mother overdosed, I took him in. I’ve never regretted it.
He’s the brother I never had.
As darkness fell, someone lit the bonfire on the beach. The music blared from the speakers.
“I’m going to grab another cheeseburger, you want one?” Hayden asked, standing up.
That sounded good.
“Sure,” I said.
I stood and walked to the deck rail, looking down at the partygoers below.
I didn’t recognize a single face. I scanned the crowd for potential one-night stands, but nothing caught my eye.
I turned and leaned against the rail as Hayden brought me my cheeseburger.
Hayden took a huge bite of his and rolled his eyes in pleasure.
I picked out a burnt piece of onion and dropped it on the ground.
I hate onions!
I took a bite as Hayden stood next to me, chewing thoughtfully.
The music changed, drawing my attention back to the dance floor.
I was about to take another bite of my burger when I froze.
Two women were dancing in the middle of the floor, moving to the beat of the music.
One had short hair and danced with confidence, encouraging the other to do the same.
I squinted, studying the other girl.
She was beautiful!
Long dark hair, a pretty face.
I couldn’t make out the color of her eyes, but I found myself licking my lips as I admired her legs as she danced.
Her denim shorts barely covered her ass, and her vest top revealed a generous pair of breasts bouncing to the rhythm.
My dick stirred in my jeans when she dropped low and shook her ass in her shorts.
Her friend cheered her on, and her hair flew out around her as she spun and raised her hands in the air.
It was like she was calling to me.
But who was she?
I dropped my burger and watched as every guy around her started to take notice.
“Who the hell is that?” Hayden breathed next to me.
His eyes were devouring her just like mine, and I smiled.
“She’s ours. Feel like dancing, brother?”
“More than anything,” he said, dropping his own burger.
I pushed off from the rail and made my way down the deck stairs, shoving people out of my way as I headed for the dance floor.
A few of our guys helped clear a path, and Hayden fell into step beside me as we made our way toward the enticing siren on the dance floor.
The crowd parted as we stepped onto the dance floor and approached the mystery girl.
Someone pushed her short-haired friend aside as I walked right up to her.
She watched me approach and started to stop dancing.
“Don’t stop,” I told her.
She smiled and started moving her hips to the beat again. Hayden circled around us and stepped up behind her.
Her eyes were green, just like mine, I realized as I closed the distance between us.
I reached out and placed my hand on her hip, pulling her against me as I moved my hips in time with hers.
Hayden’s hand found her other hip, pulling her closer to him. His body moved rhythmically against hers, his intentions clear.
She didn’t resist, and we found ourselves dancing with her sandwiched between us.
My hand slid up her back, bending her slightly to the beat of the music. As I pulled her back up, our eyes met.
Who was she?
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Hayden brushed her hair aside, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment.
My cock hardened in my pants as she moved between us, her scent filling my nostrils. It was fruity, but I couldn’t quite place it.
Peaches? Melon?
Visions of her riding me filled my mind, her dark hair cascading down her back as I held her breasts in my hands.
Hayden’s movements became more forceful, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.
I wondered if she’d ever been with two men at once.
Hayden and I had shared before, but something told me it would be different with her.
The image of Hayden taking her from behind while she sucked me off flashed in my mind, and I had to suppress a groan.
My cock strained against my jeans, and I wondered if she could feel it as she moved against me.
What was her name?
She was clearly new in town, but how did she end up at my party?
Did she know someone here?
Did she know who we were?
The music stopped, and she ceased dancing, her gaze locked on mine.
I reached out, tracing her bottom lip with my finger.
A commotion behind me caught my attention, and I turned to see Hayden rushing towards it.
A fight?
Hayden would handle it.
I turned back to ask her name, but she was gone.
I scanned the crowd, but she was nowhere to be found.
What the fuck?
I had to find her.
I searched the beach area, but she wasn’t there.
“Where’d she go?” Hayden asked, joining me.
“I don’t know,” I replied, frustration creeping into my voice.
She couldn’t have just disappeared.
“Look!”
Hayden pointed down the beach, and I saw her being carried away by a man, a woman with short hair running alongside them.
“Get my Land Rover!” I ordered Hayden, who grinned in response.
