Page 5 of Enjoying the Ride

But this batch seems worse than usual.I’ve been in charge of dozens of procurements over the years, and something feels off this time around.

Yet I can’t quite pinpoint why, I sigh inwardly.

Except I know exactly what’s eating at me.I’m just a little too pissed about it all to admit it out loud.

It’s all Brax’s fault, I think, a low snarl slipping out.Kixson and Narax don’t seem to notice, or at least they have the good sense not to look up.They’re still skimming applications and tossing them aside with disgusted grunts.

But Brax is a different story.That asshole had the temerity to fall in love with a sexy visitor to our island named Morgan.He spent some time mooning after her like a love-struck idiot before upping and leaving our way of life behind for good.The fuck?

Yet I can’t entirely blame him, I admit internally,becausethat was one fine piece of ass.

Of course, I know that Morgan is more than just a plaything to Brax.Not to mention that our community recognizes mating as a stage of life.We have rules around it, but many of us have committed to one woman and then voluntarily chosen to depart the island.It’s just that I never expected my long-time friend to beone of those dudes.

“This girl seems like an interesting person—volunteered at a children’s hospital for a couple of years,” Narax muses.“Shows that she has a nurturing side.Which you know, kind of matters when we’re talking about caring for a community of men.Who doesn’t want to be waited on hand and foot?”

I look at Narax and Kix, knowing that they desperately want me to agree to put the foxy blonde into the ‘yes’ pile.Neither one blinks as I scrutinize the file.

“Well…” I begin slowly, closing the folder and sliding it back to Narax.“I suppose that’s a yes for…” I look at the applicant’s name.“Kelly Dwyer.”

“Score!”Narax chortles, tossing the file onto the small yes stack next to him.“One more to go.”

I reach for the next application, ready to wrap up the preliminary screening.I’m bored.Again, the women this year seem like an uninspiring lot, and I’m unimpressed, to say the least.Still, this pre-screening process is critical to finding the right women to meet our needs, and there’s no sense in rushing it.After all, the men of Mirago prefer sexy women who can sate our physical cravings, but our so-called sex servants also need to be playful and fun to be around.Looks matter, but personality plays a role, too.We don’t have time for shit like jealousy or competition.

“Alright, give me the next file,” I mutter.

I both appreciate and despise getting down to the last candidate.Sometimes it feels a bit like buyer’s remorse—what if I miss out on an even more perfect woman because I’ve reached the needed number of participants?I almost never like our last pick, and it shows when we get back to Mirago.

Narax hands me a thin manila folder, yawning loudly as he leans back in his chair.Kixson looks equally exhausted but both are smart enough to read my mood and manage to keep their mouths shut.

I open the file and my hands begin to tremble.Who the fuck is this?My gaze is immediately captivated by stunning, bright blue eyes and a mane of wild red hair.My eyes trail down the photograph to take in the woman’s full, creamy tits that are being pushed up by a tight-fitting blue dress.She’s got one hip jutted out, showing just how ample her curves are.Her expression is arresting as she stares into the camera, her smile somehow seductive yet innocent at the same time.

Holy shit, I muse inwardly, my mood shifting immediately.

“We got a winner?”Narax drawls, crossing his arms across his broad chest and leaning forward.

“Seriously, I’ve never seen your jaw drop like that, Trek,” Kixson muses, a wicked smile on his bronzed face.

I snarl.“Shut the fuck up.”

But my brothers know me well enough to know that the warning, while it sounds menacing, isn’t a real threat.I’m not a jackass who has to dominate with violence or constant intimidation.My community knows when to heed me and when they can tease.

Although, if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’m annoyed by how over-the-top my reaction to this woman is.

She’s fucking gorgeous, I muse, my mouth filling with saliva.That sassy smile, those huge, fuckable tits.Damn, I need my knot inside of her.To feel her shake beneath me as I fill her with my seed...

I barely manage to control my surprise at the unbidden thoughts.Sure, I’ve fucked a lot of women in the past.Sometimes several at once.But I’ve never had such a desperate need to plant myself in a woman, and to claim her for my own.

“I don’t know, Narax,” Kix snorts.“I’m not sure if Trek wants this babe in the yes pile or not.What do you think?”

Narax chuckles.“I think big bro is about to call dibs.”

“I just fucking might,” I grumble, unable to take my eyes off the woman’s picture.

Kixson arches his neck so he can read something from her application.“Posey Allstrom,” he says, jotting down the woman’s name on our final list of candidates.“Nineteen years of age and looks like she’d be able to take a knot in the ass,” he adds absently.

I stand up and jerk Kixson to his feet by his shirt collar.He snarls at me, but I’m bigger and meaner, and have the record to prove it.

“Don’t make me regret bringing you to New York,” I say in a low, deadly voice.

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