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CHAPTER 1
Hunter
My head is hurtinglike a motherfucker.
I bring my hands to my head, hoping that by some miracle of God I can stop it from throbbing. The pain is excruciating. It feels like my brain is about to explode any minute now all over this bed.
Where am I, anyway?
I know I’m not sleeping in my California king-size bed because if I were, my feet wouldn’t be dangling over the mattress. Being six feet five inches tall can be such an inconvenience sometimes. I must be at a chick’s house, but whose? I peer open my eyes to figure out what time it is and which part of town I’m in, but when I do, the room is spinning around me. My alcohol-soaked brain isn’t cooperating.
Shit. Hunter, buddy, you drank way too many shots of top-shelf whiskey last night.
As I lie there hugging my head, a woman moans next to me.
God, I hope she’s not expecting me to go for another round.
I’m still lying there in a semi-comatose state hoping I might rest for a few more minutes before peeling myself off this bed when two voices moan at the same time.
What the hell?
At first, I think God is punishing me for partying too hard last night—and pretty much every night since I came back to Los Angeles—by having me hear things, but when I hear the moans again, I know I’m in big trouble. Worried, I pop open my eyes.
Fuck.
Suddenly my headache is the least of my concerns. To my left lie two thin, naked blondes who are hugging each other like long-lost friends. The only problem is I don’t remember their names and I only have a vague recollection of how I ended up with them. If my aching balls are any indication, last night was another wild hook-up with two women more than willing to bend over backwards, pun very much intended, to satisfy my kinkiest needs.
What time is it?
I turn to my right, hoping I might have dropped my iPhone on the nightstand, but I’m out of luck. It’s lost somewhere in this house.
Or is this an apartment?
I haven’t got the faintest idea of where I am and I really need to get out of here. I push the sheet off of me and slide out of bed as quietly as I possibly can. I try to stand up, but my legs won’t cooperate. They tremble underneath me.
Not so fast, buddy,I tell myself as it becomes clear I must’ve fucked really hard last night.
I scan the bedroom, shocked by the signs of my latest sexual gluttony—skimpy pink underwear on the armchair next to the door, another pair of black ones swinging off of a lampshade, my jeans dangling from the curtain rod with my grey boxer briefs tucked into a pocket, my white shirt pooled on the floor next to two colorful pieces of clothing and some red garter belts, hot pink hooker-type high-heeled shoes lying on the floor, a pair of red sparkly kinky boots that would make a number of high-priced escorts jealous, a collection of sex toys scattered throughout the room and a box of twelve condoms that seems to have been well used.
Jesus.
I haven’t exactly been a saint lately, but it seems like I pushed the envelope way far last night... even for me. It’s so bad—or should I say it’s so good? At this point I’m really not sure anymore—that I expect the director of a low-budget adult film to barge through the door, screaming, “It’s a wrap, people.”
I take a few steps towards the window to grab my jeans when it hits me. “Collin,” I let out, louder than intended. I turn behind me to make sure I didn’t wake up the two women. Good. They’re still asleep.
Suddenly it comes flooding back to me and I remember vividly what kind of filthy shenanigans Collin and I got involved in last night. I hurry back into my clothing and drop down on my hands and knees in search of my shoes and my iPhone.
“Shit. Where are they?” I hiss.
After a few frustrating minutes it becomes clear that either I left them in the living room or I left them in the limo we hired to drive us here. I tiptoe across the room and glance one last time at the two blondes I devoured last night, still sleeping soundly, before exiting. The way they’re embracing each other so tenderly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they have a go at it when they wake up. Since they both enjoy pussy as much as they enjoy cock, I’m sure they’ll be able to amuse each other without me. Of course, it’ll never be as satisfying as my monster ten-inch cock, but I’ll be on the other side of town by the time they’re licking each other.
I shake my head. “I really need to slow down,” I say under my breath as I close the door behind me.
When I step out, I bring my hand up to shield my eyes from the early morning sun. Once I adjust to the brightness, I realize we’re inside a two-story house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It’s one of those open-concept homes and it’s very easy from this vantage point to see the entirety of the house. This definitely isn’t a mansion, but what a view.
I turn around and there’s Collin. “I can’t believe the idiot is sleeping as if he hasn’t a care in the world,” I mumble, coming down the stairs.
I shake my head as I take him in, with his eyes shut, lying on his back, his semi-erect cock exposed, his left hand on top of a brunette’s big round ass, his right one cupping a slender ebony-skinned Amazon’s heavy tit while his legs are still intertwined with the little Asian whose fake silicon tits rise and fall with every breath. Contrary to the other three, her head is resting at the foot of the sofa bed they’re all sharing. Collin has the biggest grin across his face. Obviously, it was a good night for him.
