Page 2 of Dr. Stone
The upside of growing up with these guys? We had our own bond, our own unspoken rules. Call it cliquey, but it worked. None of us bragged about our pedigrees or family wealth; we valued skill over flash. Which was why I rolled my eyes when Jake waved a six-thousand-dollar bottle of scotch under my nose.
“What is this?” I said, eying him. “Are you turning into an old billionaire bastard on me now?”
Jake’s smile broadened. “I was just checking to see if you were,” he said. “You know, since you’re not over there having your pick of the litter with all those female doctors and their single lady friends. I figured you’d turned into your dad, and that’s why I was offering you this bottle of scotch since we all know you’re not getting laid anytime soon.”
I arched my eyebrow at him. “I’m not off my game that hard, buddy,” I countered. “I’m just exhausted from the damn conference and wanted some alone time.”
“Right, like your dad,” John added, sliding the bottle in front of me. “No sex, only scotch for the lonely,” he said with a laugh.
“Meh, I got you that bottle as a gift for picking up the slack around the hospital for me, Jace,” Jake said, acting suddenlyserious. “Enjoy it because God knows you couldn’t get a lady these days if you tried.”
I felt my competitive streak urging me to accept this challenge, but I wanted to meet it in a way that would make these two assholes nervous. I turned around on my barstool and nodded toward where I’d noticed three blondes and a brunette batting their eyes in this direction.
No, too easy,I thought, knowing all I had to do was wink, and they’d melt. Sure, I was a cocky son of a bitch, but it felt good to get my head out of medical science for a moment and feel like a young, sexy bachelor who women couldn’t resist.
“I could easily snatch up one of those vixens and take her to bed tonight,” I playfully bantered.
“The brunette?” John asked.
I glanced over at him, “Do you just join in on this shit because you’re married and can’t do it anymore?”
“No,” he chuckled. “I’m happily married, fucker. I just enjoy watching dumbasses like yourself live out the life I thought I’d have until I died.”
“I heard that,” Jake chimed in, raising his glass as if he were toasting this shit show. “It’s always a great time, watching someone else thread the needle of heaven and hell while trying to hook up and not knowing how it all ends. Glad those days are over for me.”
“Right,” I said dryly.
My eyes scanned the area while Jake and John giggled like happily married schoolboys, saying shit I wasn’t even listening to.
Then, my eyes fell on my perfect prey. Like a wolf eyeing the sweetest lamb, I took in her slightly dimpled cheeks and soft, tempting lips that could undo a man in every way that mattered. Her long, wavy hair caught the light, hints of platinumshimmering through gold, and that strapless dress clung to every curve like it had been sewn on her body.
She was gorgeous, yes, but it was more than that. She radiated something I wanted to strip bare and claim, and tonight, I intended to discover every last bit of it.
But that wasn’t all. What made her the perfect prey was that she was standing in a circle of women who were all off-limits.
Jim Mitchell’s wife, Avery. Jake Mitchell’s wife, Ashley. Spencer Monroe’s wife, Natalia. John Aster’s wife, Mickie. Collin Brooks’ wife, Elena. Sebastian Aster’s fiancée, Darcy, and, last but not least, Alex Grayson’s wife, Breanne.
This was my pick. This was someone sure to light up the gossip mill, and my goal was to be bragged about on the group text string that I knew the First Wives’ club had going on the side.
Thiswas how I’d get back at these assholes for always telling me I sucked in bed and that I was always lying when I said I left any woman I was with wanting more and needing more, only for me to move on to the next.
Everyone was about to know—including myself—just how amazing I was, and with that, I stood up.
“Found your lady, I presume?” Jake questioned with humor.
“Indeed,” I smirked, then turned to walk toward the wives.
I glanced back once after the blonde-haired woman with beautiful green eyes met mine, and I saw the horror and shock on John and Jake’s faces, making it clear I’d made the right call. In fact, with two more days on this yacht, I might even allow her to have a bonus night of me ravishing her body before she never heard from me again.
I quickly turned away from the men to make my move once I saw the darkened expressions of warning cross their features. From the look in her eyes, I could already tell she was mine, andnothing would stop her from enjoying the fantastic time I was about to give her.
If John and Jake were planning to storm over here to stop this—her or me—they were too late. My adorable, green-eyed lamb and I were already halfway there as our eyes spoke before our mouths did.
TWO
Andie
Beingon this yacht was hands down the most luxurious thing I’d ever done. I’d turned down an invitation from Ash to join her on it a couple of months ago, and ever since I stepped on this ship, I’d regretted that decision.
