Mr. Right Now: Vol. 5: New City. New Club. New Begininngs

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Volume #5

“NEW CITY. NEW CLUB. NEW BEGINNINGS.”

HJ Bellus

Mr. Right Now, Volume 5

Copyright © 2015 by HJ Bellus.

Formatting: JRA Stevens

Cover Designer: Red Bird Designs

Photographer: FuriousFotog

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

Dedication-

To family and friends…and everyone in between.

Jesus Christ, parties have never been wilder, and the amount of bared skin there for the taking is unbelievable.
Tits are in view in every direction, with plump asses and simply amazing bodies, but not one has Cole touched, groped, or slapped since being in Denver.

“Still being a pussy?” The slurred words slip from Rhett Bennett, the baby of the group and the fucking party animal of all party animals.

“Guess so.” Cole holds up his Jack and Coke and offers a weak smile.

Cole tries to hush his groan since this is a conversation he’s had more times than he can count. The Bennett brothers have kicked ass in Denver, making it easy to step into the business a few months back, but it’s the party scene that seems to be hurting his soul these days. Even with all the fresh meat in view on a nightly basis, he can’t get his dick to stir even if he tried, and that’s one place Cole Sterling isn’t willing to go yet.

It’s only when visions of her black hair, free spirit smile, and collection of Band-Aids invade his thoughts that he feels again, but it’s a feeling that’s rapidly extinguished with reality. The reality of him fucking up and walking away.

“Cole, c’mon, just one night. I have prime grade A meat lined up for you, male or female. Pop some pills and go fuck some frustration out of you.”

Cole would have to fuck his way across America to release an ounce of his pent-up frustration. He has to hand it to the babe of the family; he never gives up, and exudes the most enthusiasm. Rhett can party at night and wake up ready for business, dressed to impress with creased slacks and a smile on his face.

“Night, Rhett. Have the meeting with Dax and Birdy in the morning.” Cole stands up, facing his cousin and nearly getting drunk just from the smell of alcohol seeping from Rhett. The amount of booze the man can consume is humanly impossible.

“They’re not even married, and you’re letting them buy that fucking venue.”

Cole sends Rhett one last raise of his glass before striding into the kitchen. He snags the bottle of Jack and a Coke from the fridge. Rhett’s words ring true in Cole’s ears, but he’s not going to fight. Dax wants to settle down and give Birdy a house with a picket fence. It’s not the Sterling way, and it’s something Cole can’t seem to digest. He’s not doing any of this for Dax; it’s all for Birdy, one of his best friends.

Damn that girl and her smile, and then her relentless speeches, which finally caved Cole into considering the idea of buying the BrickHouse Venue. Birdy’s been a hopeless romantic since falling for Dax and watching soap operas. It’s like she’s digesting real life with an insane amount of trashy television.

The pesky little chocolate cake lovin’ shit never relented on the idea of the Sterlings branching out their business from night clubs into other venues, but Cole’s been against it from day one. Birdy was even behind the research, and there’s one thing about Cole…it’s all about dollar signs and building up the empire.

As he flops down on the bed with his white button down shirt open and loose jeans unfastened, he knows he’s given in to Birdy, and the venue is hers. He has no doubt that she’ll make it one of the hottest spots in downtown Denver to have weddings and receptions.

Cole chuckles to himself as he envisions Dax running errands for Birdy and placing bouquets just right. His older brother subtly hinted that he wants to stay in Denver once the family moves on. It’s just a hard pill for Cole to swallow. Eli’s already moved back to the East Coast, managing all the nightclubs and being a husband and dad. He’s been spot on with the business, but every time Cole calls him, he can hear Chloe chewing his ass in the back.

If Dax stays, it’s just him and Kam to keep the Sterling name alive. It’s an internal struggle he battles every day. This business is the brothers’, and he wants to keep it that way. He had no idea his asshole brothers would all shack up and settle down, leaving him alone. Cole shudders at the thought of the word
alone
. It stirs up all sorts of feelings from his childhood and is the one thing he never wants to go back to.

Not one day has passed when he’s regretted being adopted. Cole cherished every single moment of fitting in and being a part of
the
family, and now the white walls close in on him with the threat of losing it all and being on his own. The sound of his racing heart fills his hotel room. The noise quickly overpowers the loud bass of the music beating outside the room.

Then the walls seem to push down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. Soon he’s hyperventilating. Sitting straight up, Cole rips open the drawer on the dainty white nightstand, causing the bottom drawer to fly across the room. One orange bottle of white pills left. He twists the top off, slamming back a handful, and swigs them down with his whiskey.

His heart slowly begins to settle back down. This routine is nothing new to his system. Actually, it’s been his living nightmare every single night before bed. Cole slides his white button down shirt over his thick shoulders, letting it fall to the bed, and then stands and sends his loose blue jeans tumbling to the plush brown carpet.

His iPhone flops out on the floor, and it’s like Satan’s helper friend driving him right over the edge. He bends over slowly to pick it up and taps in his passcode. Her face is the first thing he sees. His wallpaper is a photo of them lying in bed, but he has it zoomed in on her and her naked collarbone.

His imagination runs wild picturing the rest of her gorgeous body tangled in his. Before he knows what’s happening, his finger slides open the contacts and he shudders, as this is the closest he’s ever been to contacting Jax. Her number flashes on the screen, and he hits the green call button before thinking o
f
the consequences.

By the third ring, Cole’s shoulders slump, as he’s sure she’s at work and not talking calls. Thoughts of leaving a voicemail race through his mind, but the actual words he’d say to her never come.

“Hello,” a deep voice answers.

Cole pulls the phone from his ear, looking at the contact info on the screen to confirm it’s Jax’s number.

“Hello.” The deep voice echoes in the room.

“Jax
?
” It comes out more of a question than anything else.

“She’s in the shower. Can she call you back?”

Cole reacts before thinking and hangs up. If his heart was racing before, now it’s full out fucking thudding against his sternum, threatening to crack bone. The effects of the pills have worn off and panic begins to settle right back in.

“Excuse me.”

Cole looks up to the cracked door and sees a blond man standing there.

“Do you know where the bathroom is?”

The man’s mouth moves, but none of the words soak in. A brunette female shoves the man from the back. It’s clear she’s intoxicated. Cole grabs his glass of Jack and Coke while snagging more pills, and then slams them both down.

“Sorry, my girlfriend needs to use the restroom.”

“Right this way.” Cole holds up his arm, gesturing to the open door on the opposite side of his room. He watches as the tipsy beauty waltzes past him trying to be graceful but coming up short in her efforts. His cock stirs a bit and it’s like his demons and angels have come out to play. When the boyfriend strides past him, he stands to full attention.

He has two perfect and willing participants standing in his room. One in the bathroom and the other leaning against the large oak door. He knows what’s right, but he also knows the remedy to dull his pain. It’s been pills and Jack until the deep baritone voice on the other end of the phone echoed in his ear. Now, it’s a fucking survival game, and he knows exactly what the cure is.

The gentle giant leaning against the doorframe in his room has no idea what he’s in for, but Cole finds his girl a much easier victim. When she bounces out all refreshed and perked up, he steps in front of her before she has the chance to make it to the door.

“Only need the bathroom?” Cole’s eyebrow quirks up in question and his sly grin comes into play.

“At the moment, yes.” The beauty tilts her head, demanding a challenge.

“Then why so quick to leave?” Cole pushes right back at her.

“I heard you were the last Sterling, and off limits at that.”

Cole doesn’t miss her nails running up the seam of his jeans and then landing on his hardened cock.

“I’m thinking you got your info from the wrong fucking source, little girl.” Cole catches the boyfriend from the corner of his eye, but it doesn’t stop him from clutching onto a chunk of her hair and tugging it back.

“Maybe. I’m thinking you should prove me wrong, Sterling.”

Cole’s fingers linger down between her plump breasts until he feels the light cotton of her tiny tank top, and it only takes moments before he hears a ripping sound. And once it starts it’s like a wildfire fueled by wind. He doesn’t stop until he’s torn every shred of clothing off the gorgeous woman, but he doesn’t take his eye off the boyfriend.

Cole keeps a careful watch, making sure the boyfriend enjoys the action as much as he does, and by the erection in the man’s pants, he knows he has this couple in the sheets.

The other man’s fingers easily glide into her wet opening as he lavishly licks each of her nipples. It’s a bad habit, or demon, whatever you want to call it, but Cole continually watches the other man and gauges his pleasure by the size of the bulge in his tight black jeans.

When he lays a hand on Cole’s back as he sucks hard and bites down on his girlfriend…in this moment
,
he knows everything is fair game. This is what he’s longed for, even prayed for, but then again, there was Jax. The simple deep voice on the phone was his clear indicator she’s over him and he should move the fuck on.

Cole slides his hand down the dark denim as his tongue devours the peaked nipple in his mouth, but it’s something else he’s looking for, even longing for. When his hand runs over the solid erection, he knows this night will be one for the record books.

He doesn’t waste another moment before taking the wet and ready woman in front of him. And as fast as they hit the floor, he slams into her, making her cries a trophy of his success, but it’s what he feels pressed up against him as he drives into her. This sends him into overdrive, and Cole is not one to let anyone down once he’s committed.

“Birdy. Shut up and let me do the talking.” Cole runs his hands through his dark faux-hawk.

“Talk to her like that again and I’ll pound your fucking face into the brick.” Dax steps up.

“Knock it the F off.”

Cole can’t help but harass her. “Just say it, Birdy, I fucking triple dog dare you!”

“Cole.” Birdy gives him her best ‘knock it off or I’ll sic Dax on you’ look.

“Yes, Birdy?”

“You motherfucker, you always push me to say the fuck word. Well, fuck you, Cole.”

Cole erupts in a fit of laughter. It’s something Birdy can bring out in him that pills and whiskey can’t.

“You fucker. I want the fucking building. Dax will help me, and it’s right next to the nightclub, so he’ll be there too, fucker.”

Cole remembers the day he bet Birdy twenty bucks she couldn’t land the f-bomb in public, and now she’s using it like a fucking sailor. He can’t help but double over in laughter.

“You fucker. I’m going to karate chop your nuts in your sleep,” Birdy’s light, husky whisper echoes in his ear.

“No. No, you won’t.” Cole fights to collect his composure. “You and Dax can buy the place.”

“Then why the fucking fifty questions? I mean, don’t stop at twenty…just to make my lady nuts sweat more, or what, you Sterling asshole?” Birdy crowds more of his space with an even more determined look on her face.

Cole battles to tamp down his laughter and can only point at Dax. “Ask your lover boy. We voted a week ago when Eli had our weekly FaceTime.”

The look in Birdy’s eyes almost makes Cole piss his pants, but he knows it’s Dax’s nuts at stake tonight.

“Dax,” Birdy screams. “Are you serious?”

Dax is now the one running his hands through his hair with a worried look covering his face. “Babe, we had to make sure the paperwork and everything went through, and we offered them a lower price. We weren’t sure if they’d take it.”

“So?” Birdy’s petite features show a mix of exasperation and confusion.

“So.” Cole holds up a silver set of keys. “Don’t let us down, Birdy, and congrats on owning your own business.”

Tears dribble down her pale cheeks as her fingers shake, plucking the keys from Cole’s hand.

“Come here, little sister.” He can’t resist wrapping her up in a hug, and it makes his heart happy when he feels her tremble under his touch. “You’ll soar, Birdy.”

Cole steps away as Dax cradles her against his mammoth frame.

“Go celebrate, you two.” Cole begins to walk away, but before he gets too far he turns back to the couple. “Dax, maybe your wedding should be the first in that venue.”

His brother doesn’t give him a grunt or any recognition at his wiseass comment. Cole still has no idea what’s been holding his brother back from giving Birdy his last name. Kam didn’t blink an eye about making Jett his, and Eli did the same thing. Dax was raised in a home with an ideal marriage and the love of two parents. Cole knows this is something he needs to address with Dax when the time comes.

His phone rings in his pocket. Cole stops in his tracks on the sidewalk, tugs down his sunglasses, and reads the name on the screen. Jax. The three letters cause his heart to race, but he immediately denies the call. He opened that door last night, and reality slapped him in the face so hard he can still feel the sting.

It also unleashed his primal desire for skin, and lots and lots of it. Cole finally found himself again last night, and there’s nothing more he needs than two other willing bodies to drown himself in once again. Business will always be at the top of his list, but when he goes to the penthouse at night, that’s when he’s going to let sin really begin. Hell, Sterlings didn’t get the title Mr. Right Now by being heartbroken and depressed.

Cole dials up his brother, Kam, the one who still parties like a fucking rock star even though he’s tied down. The best part is Jett is always along for the ride. It’s like the two of them fought through their demons, and now they’re ready to live life to the fullest.

“Kam, what’s the plan tonight?”

“Want to go out?”

Cole hears rustling and a soft moan in the background, and he knows damn well not to ask what he’s doing.

“Yeah. I need a night out.”

“You finally ready to knock off the heartbreak you’ve been towing around?”

“Yeah.”

“You saying you’re back, bro?”

“Oh, I’m back and ready to sin.”

“Meet us at the club in thirty and we’ll finish up some last minute ordering before we go out.”

“Sounds good, Kam.”

“Want the Bennetts to tag along?”

“Fucking A, I do. I’m ready to party.”

Cole ends the call, stuffs his phone back in his pocket, drags his shades back on, and begins walking down the sidewalk in Denver finally feeling like a Sterling again.