Chapter One
“I never knew it could be like that. You’re so amazing. You were right. Fucking is so much better than making love.”
Jax King was bored. He stared down at the blonde he’d just fucked who’d come so many times that he had lost count. She’d been really vocal, and it had given him a headache. Next time he picked a woman up he was going to ask her if she screamed a lot. He’d have to bind their mouths up because he didn’t like getting distracted like that. His orgasm was fine, nothing noteworthy about it.
Now the woman was just irritating him.
She snuggled up against him, and that was just it for him.
“Time for you to leave,” he said.
She giggled. He couldn’t remember her name. Did she even tell him her name? He couldn’t remember, and it really wasn’t important to him.
“No, seriously, leave.”
She pulled away and looked at him, startled. “What?”
“I don’t want you here anymore. Get out.”
“I can’t believe this. Didn’t you have fun?”
“I did, and now that fun is over. Come on, out. I got shit to do. You weren’t anything special. Get out.”
He rolled off the bed, grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and pulled them up. Without a backward glance, he headed out to his fridge, taking one of the beers. She was ranting and spewing vile shit about how he was a dick and she’d had better.
Yeah, right.
He heard her screams and the surprise in her voice. She wasn’t even close to ever experiencing the kind of things he could do to her. It was a shame she couldn’t reciprocate that same kind of offer.
Still.
One night was all he’d give.
No woman had ever made him want a third or even a second try before. Besides, he had rules. No woman was allowed to get too close.
He didn’t date any of them.
One time in his bed.
That was all.
He was never too intoxicated to let them stay over.
If they were at their place, he’d break it off after he’d reached orgasm. That was his limit.
No connections.
Just pure pleasure.
He didn’t have to worry about birthdays or Christmas, or any of that bullshit. He lived his life the way he enjoyed it.
The mystery woman stormed out of the bedroom, her shoes held in her hand.
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
He raised his beer toward her. “Not the first time I’ve been called it.”
“Ugh!” She picked up his cell phone and threw it at him. He caught it. He’d been good at ball back in the day.
“You can leave or I can call the cops. Up to you.”
She growled and stormed out, slamming his door as he went.
He smirked as he headed toward his couch. Seconds later, Ryan entered. He’d spotted his friend as the woman left.
“I take it that woman that’s screaming and cursing all men is because of you?” Ryan, his best friend, asked.
“I don’t think it’s all men. Probably just a few of us. You know, all of us assholes out there. Not you. What are you doing here? I thought you had a thing with Lily?”
“Lily’s got a bunch of girlfriends over and looking at some new sex toys, and I don’t want to be there.” Ryan grabbed himself a beer and joined Jax on the couch.
“I don’t see why you don’t make Lily go to one of her friends’ places for that shit. It’s your home. You should be the man of your house. Tell her to fuck off or something.”
“Dude, I sleep with that woman. I literally put my dick in her mouth. I do shit like that, she’ll bite it off and show me who’s boss.”
Jax winced and grabbed his junk. “You know what, this is one of the reasons why I’ll never settle down. Not even once. You’re being too much of a pussy.”
“When you have a steady girlfriend for longer than you can come, we’ll talk.”
“I don’t see the appeal.” Jax began to flip through the TV channels. He wasn’t interested in watching anything to do with the news or shit like that.
“That’s because you refuse to allow yourself to connect with anyone.” Ryan leaned forward, taking one of the papers off the table.
“I connect with people just fine. It’s not my fault they want to give up the goods then start screaming and shouting about how they want to have a date or swap numbers.”
“What’s this? Is this the ad you put in the paper?”
“Yeah. I need someone to take the room. Rent has gone up way too much, and I don’t earn enough at the bar to pay for that. Renting seems the best way to go.”
“The last time you rented it didn’t go down so well.”
The last guy he rented with was a drug dealing ex-con who liked to use his room to pimp out his women. Needless to say, Jax got rid of him pretty quickly.