Mr. Right Now: Vol. 4: The After Party That Never Ends Read Online Free Page A

chair.
    “Ladies.” He nods.
    “You’re a Sterling, right?” one of the blondes asks.
    “Sure am.”
    The brunette next to her elbows the blonde in her ribs. “I told you, and it’s Kam, right?”
    “You ladies have done your homework.”
    “Bullshit,” one of their friends yells out. “She’s on Google and probably gets off to your pictures at night.”
    The brunette turns several shades of red and buries her face in her palms, while her friends laugh their asses off at her. Even Kam can’t hide his amusement.
    “Come here, sweetie.” Kam points to her and gestures with his finger.
    The brunette climbs from the booth, and he spins his chair back around to face the women. When she’s freed from the booth, he grabs her by the hips, whirling her around and sitting down with her.
    “Let me fulfill a bit of that dream.” Kam placing a kiss on her cheek.
    Her friends hoot and howl, pulling out their phones to snap a picture.
    “Kiss her cheek again.”
    “Now, ladies, you missed your chance. I don’t perform for anyone.” His large hand covers the girl’s cheek. “Anything you post, hashtag Made To Sin.”
    He then turns his question to the quivering woman on his lap, and he can tell her shakes aren’t because of where her ass is planted.
    “May I?” he whispers against her lips and hears all of her friends squeal. He knows their phones are ready and this pic will trend in a matter of seconds, generating loads of free promotion. God bless social media.
    She gently nods. He then goes in for the kill, covering her mouth with his. She tastes sweet, and he can feel her body melt into his as he kisses her. He darts his tongue between her lips. He can see the crowd gathering around them and is ready to put on the show of his life. He grabs her hips and adjusts her so she’s straddling him, and the whole while their lips never unlock.
    He drags her arms from her sides and wraps them around his neck. Kam runs his hands up and down the length of her ribs, allowing his thumb to lightly brush against the side of her boob. He feels his cock harden, and he knows it’s because he hasn’t had his hands on a woman in over a month.
    He hears Dax’s voice break into the crowd.
    “All right, freak show party over. Let the women enjoy their night.”
    Dax grabs a stack of after-party cards from Kam’s chest pocket and begins passing them out. Kam knows it’s early in the night, but he’s already hankering to pass his room key to one of the women to show them a real after-party. Just one taste of a woman put him over the fucking edge.
    “Nice work, bro. Looks like you’re back in the saddle.” Dax pats Kam’s back.
    Kam forces himself to leave the group of women and follow his brother.
    “Have a nice night, ladies. Drinks on me tonight.” He winks at the group.
    Kam pats Dax’s shoulder as they walk away. “I’m so fucking horny I might fucking die.”
    “Go find a piece of ass and take her to the back.”
    “Between us, it’s a woman who fucked me up.” Kam places his hands behind his head. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”
    Dax and Kam settle in at the bar where Birdy is talking to another young female.
    “You can talk about it if you need to.” Dax downs a Crown and Coke.
    “I don’t need to talk. I just need pussy that doesn’t fuck with my head.”
    “Who is she?”
    “You wouldn’t know her.”
    “Nice, so you’re saying I haven’t sunk my dick in the bitch who broke my brother.”
    The bartender lines up shot glasses in front of them.
    Each brother picks up a shot, clicks glasses, and cheers to a new beginning. They put down three shots each.
    “No, go fuck the brunette who you had in your lap. She wanted you, and it will get your hormones under control.”
    Kam reaches into his pocket and passes the rest of the cards to Dax. He slams one more shot before he sets off to follow his brother’s advice. The women are still at the table gabbing or going through their phones.
    He walks