Page 3 of Brutal Bond

I got rid of Chloe a few weeks ago, and if I don’t stick my dick in something soon….

Chloe was fun for a few months. Liz always does a good job of finding girls for all of us—an exceptionally hard challenge with our varied interests. But like any girl that had come before, I tired of her. Her appeal dwindled quickly when she lost her enthusiasm for my brand of play. She only stayed around as long as she did because she was a good fuck.

Even if she didn’t love my pain the same way she did the night we met.

I probably should’ve just sent her on her way when I first grew bored with her. Letting her stay gave her the opportunity to learn a bit too much about me and my friends, leaving only one option.

And it wasn’t a hefty check and an NDA.

Being swamped at work since her disposal hasn’t left me time to find another suitable plaything. My new assistant, Aubrey, has been at the top of my list for the past two weeks. Between her long, blonde hair and the Marilyn Monroe curves she carries, I can hardly peel my eyes away from her.

Unfortunately, she is an absolute tease—a relentless fucking flirt—with a body built for sin and a moral compass that seems to prevent her from getting fucked by her boss.

I need to fuck something.

Something that isn’t my fucking hand.

And I must be horny as hell if I’m even thinking about fucking Will to get to Liz.

Let’s just say I may be liable to finally take Liz up on her offer.

WILL

Keep the party on, I don’t want his dick anywhere near me.

A few more texts are shared between us, confirming that we will not be canceling tomorrow night’s festivities.

Thank fucking God.

CHAPTER

THREE

HARPER

“Can I borrow your mascara,” Nikki shouts as she lets herself into my bathroom.

“This isn’t the worst idea we’ve ever had, is it?” I respond over the spray of the shower. When she doesn’t answer, I pull back the shower curtain to ensure she didn’t grab my mascara and run. I find her standing at the bathroom sink, curling her hair. “Nik?”

“I was working out how to answer.” She unwinds the curling iron from her long, blonde hair before turning to face me. “You fucked Cal, right?”

“Football Cal?” I clarify.

“Yes,” she rolls her eyes. “Did you fuck another Cal too?”

“No,” I laugh. “And yes, I fucked Football Cal.”

“And what did you get for that?”

“You mean other than a Plan B?” I jest.

“Exactly.” She flails her hands in the air and returns to curling her hair. “You date all these college boys, and you’re lucky to get a cheeseburger and a beer out of them. Even luckier if they even remotely try and make you come.”

She’s not wrong.

The last guy I went out with was under the impression that three items off the dollar menu had basically paid for his right to fuck me in the ass. Considering how absolutely oblivious he was to the concept of foreplay—or a clitoris—my ass was definitely not on the menu for him.

“This is one night,” she continues. “We suck it up and let some rich, fat, old bald dude that probably can’t even keep it up without a little blue pill fuck us for the night. Then, we come home with enough money to pay off our undergrad student loans. And still have enough left over to pay for grad school, our apartment, a new car, and a shit ton of fun for a while.”

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