Filthy Rich Vampire Playboys (Filthy Rich 1)

“I have my means, don’t you worry.” I told her, and my means were that I’d consider anything I needed to in order to get that story told. Screwing four handsome men to save other women from their pathetic hands? Call it a public service and if orgasms happened, well I’d call that my bonus payment.

“Okay. I have what I need here.” I told Leonie. “And I don’t know about you but all that wine needs mopping up with a real nice burger. Fancy showing me that place you visited down near the beach and then afterward giving me a little guided tour of the area?”

“Sure. I have to travel back around eight, but until then, I’m all yours.”

We ate and chatted some more. Leonie was a lovely woman but with deluded stars in her eyes. Her mother hadn’t had a lot of money and had told Leonie to find a rich hus

band. She said she’d originally thought of trying to find work in the Hollywood Hills but soon realized lots of women had the same idea, so she’d relocated her dreams to Malibu. Now she was trying Bel Air and hoping that a single or divorced friend of the couple she was working for would whisk her away like in a fairytale. In the meantime, I would have placed a bet that she’d missed out on real love, ignoring the genuine men who wanted to date her. Now she was panicking about reaching the dreaded 3-0. She made me glad to be me. I didn’t have 30 hot on my heels, but neither did I feel any pressure to settle down with one man. Why settle for one course when you could have a buffet? By the time Leonie was ready to leave, I was glad. She was a nice woman, and I didn’t want to say anything to her I’d regret. It wasn’t my place to advise her on her life choices.

I shook her hand and reassured her I would make sure every one of those four men felt put on public display, judged and humiliated, just as she had done.

Then I went back to my room and hit the sack ready for an early start the next day when I’d be moving into staff quarters at the hotel. I was sure the room wouldn’t be half as nice as this one, so I snuggled down under the comforter making the most of it. Butterflies flickered around my stomach and I realized I was ridiculously excited about this job. I wondered who I’d meet first? Maybe I'd score them out of ten too and see how they liked it?

Chapter Two

Carter

My mouth was busy between Jacqui’s legs. I licked my tongue up her crease, listening to the moans escaping her mouth. Picking up my pace, I feasted on her nub until she was almost ready to explode.

Moving away from her pussy, I gave Flynn a nod to see if he was ready to fuck her, but he shook his head.

Goddamn it.

I finished her off with my mouth and then made some bullshit up about not feeling great and could we end it and call her another time.

When Jacqui had left, I glared at him.

“So what’s up with this one?”

Flynn scowled at me. “She made the most stupid noises when she was excited. If they annoyed me now what would they do years down the line?”

“I’m going to brush my teeth. Then I think it’s time to call an emergency meeting.”

Jayden and Smith arrived at my place within the hour. Well, it wasn’t my place, it was my parents', but each of the four of us still lived with our parents having our own large suites. There had been no reason to move. The four of us had grown up together, schooled together—albeit in different years—and passed women between us. We also had a super deep dark secret that only we and our families knew. It made us tight. I know that made it sound like we were some kind of fraternity who lived up to our nicknames of the Filthy Rich Playboys, but the truth was we’d realized we’d be happier if we got to share one perfect woman between us.

The problem was we couldn’t find one.

The four of us were so close that when we’d dated separately, girlfriends ended up causing trouble. Like with Flynn. He’d really struggled to juggle us with his long-term relationship and it was after that ended that we had an idea. If we could find one woman that we all liked, and that wanted four men all to herself, then problem solved. No one trying to take us away from each other and we’d have one completely satisfied woman—how could she be anything else?

I opened a bottle of Jack Daniels while the guys got comfortable.

“So, Jacqui’s a bust.” I told the others.

“What? I thought she was a firecracker,” Jayden said.

“She didn’t do a lot for me,” Smith added.

“Well, we’re back to square one because Flynn didn’t like the noises she made. Do we think finding someone is in any way realistic now? Maybe we should go back to dating the usual way and forget the idea.” I sighed.

“How long we been doing this now for? Eighteen months? We’re getting a reputation for playing women and dumping them. If we carry on ain’t no women gonna want to come anywhere near us, never mind around our dicks.” Jayden’s gaze met ours in turn.

“So what are we going to do?” I asked them.

Flynn’s intense stare met my own. If you didn’t know him you’d think he was trying to read your mind or make you feel inferior, but it was just those blue eyes. He was the calmest of all of us, the most easygoing. “I think instead of us choosing a woman in turn to try to date and it all going wrong, we should find and get to know someone, all of us, before we even think of asking them out. If our personalities were a match we’re halfway there and I don’t know, maybe we can interview their old lovers or something to get an idea of what they might be like in bed? In any event I think first we all find one person that doesn’t make at least one of us want to drown ourselves in the infinity pool.”

I looked around at the others. “What’s everyone else’s thoughts on that?”

Smith and Jayden shrugged.