My 3 Rockstar Bosses

But I’d had enough of this. It was time to go.

So passing one big hand over her anus, I caught the rest of the jism in my palm before yanking her sweatpants back up.

“Come on sweetheart,” I rumbled, taking the brunette’s hand. “I already settled the bill, it’s time to go and do more sightseeing.”

And with that, we swept out of the bar. So what if a couple people stared mystified at the wet spot on the floor? So what if there were some whispered looks as Joanie passed, a small splotch of dampness on her bottom?

I didn’t care.

I’d just had anal sex with my girl in public, pounding her as she talked to another guy.

Nick 1. Harold 0.

No strike that.

Nick ten. Harold negative ten. Joanie twenty.

Because what girl would let me do this? What girl would go out in NYC wearing loose sweats, only to let me fuck her anus as we sat in a bar? Only a sweet butt slut … and that luscious butt slut’s name was Joanie MacAllister, our perfect girl.

CHAPTER NINE

Andrew

Oh shit. I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. And if I don’t kill him, then Aaron’s gonna finish the job.

Because what the fuck? Joanie was supposed to be on a flight to Atlanta yesterday to meet us. It was our turn with the pretty brunette. It was our turn to enjoy her charms, to take turns stroking those beautiful curves.

But she didn’t show.

The plane flew down, sure, but it was empty.

We were fucking livid.

“What the hell?” my brother raged, storming about like an angry bull. “What the hell?”

“You tell me,” I rasped. “Nick and Charlie brought her to New York yesterday. She’s supposed to be here today.”

We cornered the pilot, a spindly, pasty-looking guy.

“Where’s the girl?” I demanded. “Where’s your passenger? How the fuck did you take off without a passenger?”

But the pilot’s hands shook, unfolding a raggedy manifest.

“There are no passengers,” he stammered, showing us the piece of paper. “No passengers and no crew either. I thought it was weird, but the order came from Mr. North himself.”

That explained it.

That fucker Nick had done it. Charlie was probably back in Chicago already with no idea what had happened.

Because Nick North is an asshole. Dude thinks he’s god because he’s from New York. He thinks the world revolves around him, but this isn’t how you play when dealing with other billionaires.

Try again, cocksucker.

You’re gonna regret it.

Because we’re here now.

As soon as my brother and I realized Joanie was missing, we hopped the plane. That’s right. Tom’s not the only one with a pilot’s license, so we commandeered the G6 and flew straight to JFK.