Filthy Rich Vampire Playboys (Filthy Rich 1)

“Okay then. Last chance, as far as I’m concerned to go for our ideal lifestyle. It’s time for a week of getting to know more women in Malibu, doing a little flirting, and then we report back this time next week and see if we’re coming up with the same names? Sound good?”

The group agreed, so we moved onto a few games of poker.

There wasn't much I couldn't have in my life. I know that sounded terrible, but it was the truth. My parents were billionaires. Famous A-listers, they went from being a couple who fell in love on a comedy show—both on-screen and offscreen—to a complete brand of their own. My mother now ran a whole beauty and fitness empire and had a clothing range, and my father was now a film director with shares in the merchandising company that provided merch for all his movies. They didn’t need to work but were workaholics, vacationing at their home here in Carbon Beach when they got too strung out and needed a timeout. The rest of the year it was mine.

All four of us were single children which was another reason why we bonded together. It was hard when your parents were obscenely rich to find people who understood what that was like. Mainly we attracted hangers on—people who pretended they wanted to be friends but really wanted money to launch some get rich scheme they had in their minds. The only genuine people I had ever met—who I’d lay my life on the line for—were the other three guys. It took a lot for bros to admit they'd miss the shit out of each other, but at the times when we’d dated that’s how it had felt. It had been a drunken night over a year ago that had led to the search for one woman.

We’d been at Jayden’s and he’d been hosting a pool party. The four of us had gathered at the back watching everyone cut loose and he’d said, “Anyone else get sick of this scene? There’s gotta be more to life, right, than party until dawn?”

We’d looked at him, mouths open. What was he saying? Had he had enough of Malibu?

As if he’d read my thoughts, he’d turned to me. “It’s wondering which chicks actually dig me, or which have come to say they partied with Jayden Bryant and just want to post shit on Instagram. Sometimes it gets me down instead of giving me a high like parties are supposed to. Look at us, we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves. Instead we’re stood at the back like teams are being picked and we’re the ones no one wants.”

“We’re bored,” Flynn stated. “That’s why we’re not joining in. It’s the same old, same old. And if we’re bored now, how are we going to feel later in life? We need something new.”

“What we need,” said Jayden. “Is our own party. Women just for us.”

“But they cause trouble between us.” Smith said. “Unless we can find like four best friends, or sisters or something, that would be happy with the four of us.”

“Or one woman.” Jayden said, his face lighting up. “One woman who’d be willing to share. No jealousy. We just love her as much as we can between us. We’ve done threesomes before. I have no problem with seeing any of your dicks, dudes. We could do quads, quints, whatever she or we wanted.”

“One woman. We share one woman?” Smith verified.

“Yeah, and when we want babies, we play Russian roulette and see whose spunk hits the target. Our woman would be spoiled, our children spoiled. They’d have four partners and the babies would have four daddies. It wouldn’t be like our childhoods when we got left or dragged around with nannies and wondered who the fuck the strange people who said they were our parents were.”

We’d nodded our heads at this. It was the damn truth. “This way at least one of us could always be around.”

I waited for one of the guys to say this was the stupidest idea he’d ever heard. But that didn’t happen. We all went silent, having gone deep into our own thoughts.

“We could give it a try,” Flynn said. “What’s to lose?”

And that was the start of our hunt for a woman to share our lives.

We’d find someone individually, date them and then leave them hanging. Then one of the others would seek them out and do the same. We rarely got beyond two of us having dated them before something went wrong. Someone didn’t like how the woman talked, or how they ate, or how they spoke.

There had only been one woman who’d gotten to sleep with all four of us—who’d almost been the one—Leonie. But we’d realized we would have been settling. Sexually she didn’t light us on fire. We’d been tempted because she had been such a lovely woman and it was the first one we’d all liked. But at the eleventh hour we realized we’d have been making a mistake.

Then Smith fucked things up beyond redemption anyhow.

To be honest, though we should have pulled away when we found out she didn't like Twilight or Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

It was a red flag when four vampires were considering being your husbands.

Yes, that was the super dark secret we shared. Our parents were all vampires, and we were the o

nly children of each. It was rare that vampires sired more than one child biologically and so the other advantage to sharing a woman was the prospect of more than one child. We lived on blood though sex came a close second in terms of sustenance. Sex and blood, well that was just the icing on the cake. We wouldn’t age beyond thirty. Of course, the rich and famous were surrounded by the best plastic surgeons, beauticians, stylists. Lack of aging could be given an excuse and many of our kind used a long-term glamor so that humans saw an older person and not the real face of the vampire.

The four of us were brothers through everything but biology and we’d decided nothing would delight us more than to settle in our own nest with the woman of our dreams. We would, however, need to turn her and that was the point that so far we had been unable to get past. We needed a highly sexual woman with almost addictive needs in the bedroom and who wouldn’t run a mile when the love bite she got actually punctured her skin.

And so now here we found ourselves. Giving it one last shot before we decided it was never going to happen. Honestly, I was really into finding someone to settle down with. My childhood had been chaotic. As the child of two of the most loved actors on television, cameras had followed our every move. The hysteria everywhere my parents went had been terrifying. Bodyguards holding people back who wanted to touch them, to touch me. They felt like they knew us personally. My mother would carry me and then would get me to put my head inside her coat, away from the flashing lights. I’d realize later that she only did it if it was a good photo opportunity and her concern for my eyesight and fear of the crowds didn’t really appear all that genuine when she’d organized it in the first place. As I got older, I was given the part of their child in the sitcom. Like most comedies the child only appeared now and again when relevant to the plot. Then a kidnapping threat had led to the producers saying I could no longer be their on-screen child. It was too dangerous. I’d been offered other acting roles as a child and could have gone on to be a child actor, but instead my parents banned me from doing so and once the comedy they were in came to a natural close after eleven seasons, my mother started her lifestyle brand. Yes, my vampire mother used a glamor to sell her cosmetics and skincare products. She actually made herself look older but still in prime condition and she made obscene money. My father got the lead role in a cop drama before moving into directing the series and then moved into directing movies himself.

But he wouldn’t give me a part. He said my being his son wasn’t going to make him give me a break into acting. That I had to make my own way, and he made sure his fellow businessmen knew his feelings on the subject. Which meant getting into acting hadn’t happened for me. Either people felt taking on Carter Cole, as I’d changed my surname to, was too much of a risk with my playboy reputation, or they knew my parents. So instead, I spent my days surfing and my nights partying. What else was there to do but enjoy myself? One thing my parents did do was to make sure I had enough funds at my disposal to want for absolutely nothing.

I was also lucky that they’d stayed together. They had one of the most enduring marriages in Showbiz and they did love me, had shown me their love. Only they just hadn’t been around a lot. I guessed that was why the idea of one woman and whatever number of children we might be blessed with, being cared for by the four of us, appealed. There would always be love and there would always be someone there as a parent. I knew what it was like to be without.

I hit the sack, kicking off my clothes and throwing them into the antique chair near the desk in my room. Staff would pick them up the next day and launder them.

I climbed under my comforter and jerked off to the thoughts of fucking Jacqui, something I’d not been able to do in real life with Flynn sitting there looking bored. In my imagination she was eager for my cock. If things didn’t work out with our shared woman idea, then I might just give Jacqui another call.