Finding the Light (Whitsborough Chronicles Book 3)

by C. A. Rene

  “Oh, fuck no.” I shake my head, “turn this shit around.”

  “No!” Emmett opens the door and gets out, “what’s ladies night?”

  I have no other choice but to follow him out of the Uber, “exactly what it means. A whole bunch of chicks screeching out songs while completely hammered.”

  “I’m in.” He shrugs and walks up to the entrance, “maybe we’ll get you laid and you can ease up.”

  “Fuck you.” I mutter and follow up behind him.

  “What’s up Trav?” The bouncer at the front nods at me. “Word of warning, it’s hella crazy in there right now. Some chick is having a bachelorette party, too.”

  “Fuck me.” I groan.

  “That could actually happen tonight.” He slaps me on the shoulder. “Head on in guys.”

  “See?” Emmett says over his shoulder as we walk in, “he knows you need to get laid, too.”

  We bypass coat check and open up the soundproofed inner doors. Suddenly, we are assaulted with the animalistic screeching of Girls Just Want to Have Fun by a drunk ass chick. Emmett stops abruptly and I try to smother the laugh I feel bubbling up, thank God this is the first thing he heard. Now he will definitely want to leave. His head turns to look at me over his shoulder and my stomach sinks as I see the smirk on his face. Fucksakes, he’s still into it. I shake my head and continue to follow him inside.

  The lights are off and they have a strobing disco ball hanging from the center ceiling, casting out prismatic light shards as it rotates. Neon lights flash up the walls in different colours all over the room and at the front of the room is a large stage currently housing three drunken and slurring females with mics singing along to words written across a TV screen.

  I follow Emmett to our left and to the large bar that encompasses the whole wall. Currently it is packed with people waiting to be served and it’s mostly comprised of females. Tonight, there looks to be five bartenders and they look pretty stressed out from the overload of people asking for alcohol. I look to the right and sigh with relief when I see the tables are occupied by mostly guys and some of them are a few guys from school.

  “Hey! Charlie is here!” Emmett yells over the horrible music, “let’s grab beers and sit with them!” I shrug and he turns back to the bar to get us our drinks.

  Charles is here with a few drama club guys and Jake. These guys are the skater crew and I know Emmett has been chilling with them a few times this week. He’s also been bringing his skateboard to school and skating during lunch with them. It’s good, I’m glad he’s making his own group of friends. I can admit that these are good guys, a lot better than some of the other drama guys-like Danny and co. He had them over once this week and we all chilled outside around the fire pit drinking a few beers, I may have misjudged them for the past three years.

  Emmett comes back with four beers, two in each hand. “We’re double fisting all night!”

  I roll my eyes and take two of the beers then follow him over to Charles’ table.

  “Charlie!” Emmett yells and the guys all look at us. They all grin and stand to their feet, bumping fists and giving us man hugs.

  “Sit with us, man!” Charles yells, “this shit is fucking hilarious!”

  Emmett and I sit at the table next to them and watch as another group of girls get up on the stage. They’re also looking pretty drunk as they stumble around and giggle at each other. Then the music for Living on a Prayer by Jon Bon Jovi floats through the sound system. All of us groan and roll our eyes. This means more girls screeching for sure. I finish the first two beers pretty fast and look to see Emmett is almost done with his second. I get up from the tables and motion for a bartender.

  “Hey,” I yell over the screeching voices, “could you keep this table stocked all night? I’ll take care of the tab at the end of the night. You know I’m good for it.” I smile for good measure.

  She instantly blushes and nods as she runs off to the bar to load up her tray with beers. It’s going to be one hell of a night, might as well get perfectly drunk too.

  A few songs later and all of us are pretty fucking wasted, a group of girls approach our tables. They are older, maybe mid to late twenties and they are part of a bridal party if their sashes or buttons mean anything.

  The first bleach blonde with over plumped lips sits on Emmett’s lap. One of her brunette friends saunters over to me and the rest circle around Charles and his crew.

  “Our friend is getting married.” The brunette slurs into my ear, spraying a bunch of spit in there too.

  “I couldn’t tell.” I lift the beer to my mouth and swig, while I keep an eye on a smiling Emmett and his bimbo.

  “You and your friend,” she points to Emmett, “are the hottest guys here.”

  I smile and nod, keeping my eye on the handsy blonde and Emmett, who by the way is looking like he’s in heaven right now. Irritation, red and hot washes over me and it takes all my willpower not to go over there and drag her plastic ass off of him. I close my eyes and try to relax, this isn’t me and I don’t understand why I’m reacting like this.

  “We came here to ask you two to do us a biiiiiig favour.” She drags out the word big as she runs a finger nail down the crotch of my jeans. Wow, cougars are fucking ruthless.

  I grab her hand and pull it off of my crotch, “I don’t think we’re interested in any favours like that.”

  “No!” She throws her head back laughing, “we just want you guys to go up there and do a little strip tease for our friend’s last single day.”

  “That’s not happe…” I begin but stop as soon as I see Emmett stand up and turn to look at me, the gleam in his eye says it all. This fucker agreed to us getting up on that stage and humiliating the fuck out of ourselves.

  “Let’s go, Greene!” He yells out over a horrendous rendition of Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance with Somebody.

  I shake my head and down the rest of my beer. “You’re fucking nuts.” I yell back.

  “Don’t make me do this alone,” he grins at me mischievously. Fuck him, I don’t know why I suddenly want to do this with him. Maybe because I’m fucking drunk off my ass.

  “Fine.” I growl and stand up, effectively knocking the brunette down onto her ass. She doesn’t care as she laughs it off and Emmett starts shaking as he tries to hold in his laughter, “let’s go now before I walk the fuck out of this place. You better have nice underwear on.” I snarl at him and he lifts his jeans out and away from his waist.

  “Tighty-whities.” He winks. Great.

  We both get up on stage and Emmett grabs the mic, “we had a special request tonight,” he points down at the woman in a white dress with a veil on her head. “She wants to see me in my tighty-whities and I really want to show them to her.” He gyrates his hips and all the girls in the bar start screaming. I cover my face with my hand and try to convince myself to leave the fucker here. Would E kill me?

  “Him, too.” He points back at me and again the girls start screaming. “You ready to see our undies?!”

  Undies? What the fuck is he saying right now? He turns back to me and struts over. “Okay, we will have to do the song I’m too sexy by Right Said Fred.”

  “Yeah… no.” I shake my head adamantly.

  “What? Really? Fine… Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls.”

  “Again… fuck no.”

  “Then which song?” He stomps his foot clearly frustrated with me.

  “Only the most popular stripper song of all time.” I raise a brow at him, “Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard?”

  “Oh!” He snaps his finger in my face, “I know this one… kind of. You will have to sing most of it but I can do chorus and harmony.”

  “You wait till you hear this amazing voice.” I grin at him.

  He runs and tells the DJ to play our song and I wink at the bride-to-be in front of me. Yeah, I’m drunk, might as well have a fucking good time. God knows I rarely do. I throw my leather jack
et to the side and look down at myself. I have on a white V-neck t-shirt and a loose pair of blue faded jeans. I did remember to throw on a belt and a Gucci one at that, I’m fucking styling. I watch Emmett come back and he throws his leather jacket with mine and he’s left with a tight black tank with baggy dark blue jeans. He also has on a Gucci belt but his has studs all along it. That’s kind of sexy, I feel myself nodding.

  “You sexy pieces of shit!” I hear Charles scream from our tables.

  “I’m coming to give you a lap dance after this!” Emmett screams back as he points at him. I’ll kill him if he does that.

  I start with rasping out the opening lyrics, “Step inside, walk this way, you and me, babe. Hey, hey!” The girls jump to their feet and start screaming again. Emmett is looking a bit shocked standing there watching at me as the music starts.

  I start moving my hips and walk to the front of the stage. Fuck him, I can do this all fucking day. This body is finally getting the attention it deserves. I drag my hand over my crotch then up to the hem of my shirt and slowly start to lift it, giving the ladies a peek of my abs.

  “Take it off!” Charles and the guys start yelling and laughing from the table and I throw them a wink.

  Finally, Emmett snaps out of his shock and rushes up beside me just in time for me to start the first verse. As I’m singing, he’s rolling his crotch in one of the girl’s faces and she looks like she might be salivating. I can’t help it as I chuckle over a few words. We start harmonizing on the bridge and both of us begin to pull off our shirts. I doubt anyone can hear our singing over the girls screaming like crazy. We both somehow swing the shirts over our heads in perfect harmony and throw them to the side of the stage. Damn, we do look fucking hot, I must say.

  We start on the chorus and Emmett starts wining his way down to the floor, him and E must have chilled in the same crowd. He’s down on his knees and humping up into the air as he undoes his belt. I begin to undo mine as well and the girl in the front-the plastic blonde-pulls her tit out of her shirt and gives it a squeeze while blowing me a kiss. Yeah, it does nothing for me, I’ve never been into fake balloon titties.

  Emmett gets up to his feet, his jeans hanging dangerously low on his ass. He has his belt in his left hand and the mic in his right. Then the fucker starts snapping the belt out towards the girls like a fucking whip. Each snap being punctuated with a pump of his hips. The second verse has us both stepping out of our shoes and pushing them aside, then we both unbutton and unzip our jeans. It almost looks choreographed and I must admit we are hot as fuck! I mean… I think so anyways. There’s no way anyone is hearing us sing over the screaming girls, so we both ditch the mics and continue to work our jeans down our legs, putting extra attention on humping into random girls faces.

  We both kick our jeans to the side and dance in our fucking underwear. Thank God I have on a pair of black Armani boxer briefs that cup my dick and balls like a second skin. Trust me, I know just how fucking big I am, too. I look over to Emmett and sure enough, the fucker really does have on a pair of tight, white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. And I find myself watching his impressive bulge as well.

  He jumps to the center stage and grabs onto his dick through his underwear and sticks his tongue out while flipping the audience off. I can’t help it, the sexy shit has passed and I’m a laughing mess just watching him. Charles and the guys are still hooting and whistling at us and Emmett keeps his finger in the air as he humps into his hand.

  “He looks like Marky Mark.” The bride screams out. Who the fuck is Marky Mark?

  I start picking up the clothes we’ve thrown to the side and Emmett comes up beside me to do the same. Then we make our way down the hallway towards the bathrooms. Both of us still laughing our asses off and in our fucking underwear.

  “Guys.” I hear a voice to our right, “use the staff washroom. You’re going to have girls swarming back here any second.” I look up and see a familiar face.

  “Thank you, James.” I nod and follow him through to the staff bathroom.

  “Lock it, just in case.” He says and opens the door for us, “and thanks for the extra business tonight. If you guys want an extra gig let me know.” He shakes his head with a chuckle and walks out.

  “He’s the owner.” I tell a confused and nearly naked Emmett. “One of my father’s friends.”

  “I see.” He nods and steps into the bathroom behind me and locks the door.

  I dump the pile of clothes in my arms onto the counter and lean both hands on it. My head is swimming and I know I will have a fucking killer hangover tomorrow. Did I just strip on a fucking stage? I hang my head and groan, I am going to regret this tomorrow.

  The feel of his hot breath hits my shoulder and I shut my eyes. Is this real or am I just imagining it? Then I feel the brush of his fingertips run along the waistband of my boxers on my back and a low moan escapes me. His fingers slowly move up my spine, increasing in pressure until he reaches my neck and grabs it. He tips my head up and forces me to look into his ocean eyes as he steps into me, his chest pressing into my back. His hard cock grinds against my ass and I groan.

  “Tell me to stop right now if you don’t want this.” He husks out as his tongue hits my neck. He licks over my skin with his eyes still boring into mine. I remain silent, still watching him taste my skin and his mouth tips up into his sexy as fuck grin. “Good answer.”

  Then he opens his mouth and I watch as his white, perfectly straight teeth bites my skin. The groan that escapes my mouth sounds almost animalistic and I press my ass back into his dick, grinding hard. I don’t know what’s coming over me and it confuses the fuck out of me when my body reacts like this to him. I shouldn’t want this, he's Ember's brother.

  I turn around to tell him to stop maybe? I’m not sure and I’ll never know because as soon as I’m facing him, his mouth lands on mine and we both open at the same time, letting our tongues fight out whatever conflicting emotions we have. One of his hands sinks into the hair on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter and the other slips into the front of my underwear. My hands start to move and they wrap around his waist and down into his underwear to cup his firm ass. He flips the front of my underwear down and I break the kiss to look at what his hand is doing to my rock hard cock. I watch as he wraps his long fingers around me and drags his hand up to the wide mushroom top. It’s an angry purple-red colour and I jerk into his movement.

  “Fuck, you’re huge.” He moans as his finger wipes the bead of precum off the top. He brings it to his mouth and sucks it off.

  I flip his underwear down and free his cock and watch as it springs out just as large and angry as mine. Emmett is shorter than me but his girth is wider. I grab his hips and press his cock against mine and we both groan at the smooth velvet contact. His mouth is back on mine and we devour each other as our cocks rub against our stomachs. I want to come all over him so badly and it fucking consumes me. He sucks my tongue into his mouth as he grinds his cock into my belly.

  I want to taste him, I want to feel his hot cum spill into my mouth. I release the hold on his mouth and start kissing down his neck and onto his chest. I lick between his pecs and suck one of his nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. His head tips back and his moan reverberates off these washroom walls. I make my way down his abs licking and sucking them into my mouth and I feel his cock hit my chin. I pull my face back and look up at him briefly.

  His eyes are hooded with desire and his plump, juicy mouth tips up into that grin, “you don’t have to do that…” He begins but I cut him off as my tongue slides across the head of his cock and I lick up his precum. He groans and presses in closer to my mouth. I open my lips and close it around the tip slowly.

  A sudden knock on the door has us flying apart and pulling up our underwear. “Yeah?” I call out sounding every bit as shaken up as I feel.

  “We’re closing up. You guys okay in there?” A girl calls out.

  “Uh… yeah,” E
mmett replies as he starts pulling our clothes apart. “My friend here just puked up his beers.”

  “Ew.” She giggles, “hurry up or you’ll be locked in here tonight.” Then I hear her footsteps walking away.

  We dress in complete silence and avoid any eye contact. That knock was like a bucket of ice water on my inebriated state and now I feel stone cold sober. After we’re dressed, I stalk over to the bathroom door, unlock it and open it wide. I look back and finally meet his eyes. They are just as closed off as mine and I’m glad for it because what happened in here tonight? I am nowhere close to being ready to deal with it.

  7

  I lie in this bed staring at my ceiling. The morning sun blares through the room but I don’t feel like getting up to close the curtains. Last night. I can’t stop thinking about it, how his mouth felt on me, how he tasted. I want more, so much more. But I know that was it, there won’t be anymore. The Travis I had on his knees and his mouth around my cock was gone in a snap. The ride home and the separating to our rooms after? Complete silence and no acknowledgment. I fucked up.

  I fucked up bad.

  I know I was drunk, that should be a pass right? I don’t do this shit, ever. I’ve dated chicks my whole life and yeah sure, I’ve found certain guys attractive. Usually dark, brooding guys who look like they’re either ready to kill you or themselves. Very Travis-like. I never acted on it though, I held that in, it was a phase.

  Until last night.

  Fuck me and my need to get out of the house and then proceed to drink enough to put down a horse. It’s just as much his fucking fault. The way he’s been with me all week? Touching me, being around me constantly, and fucking rubbing my back after a nightmare. He’s just as bad for sending out signals and then retracting them.

  I pull myself out of bed and decide to shower away the stench of embarrassment and the brewery. Once I’m satisfied I can face him without showing how fucking stupid I feel, I make my way downstairs. I hear him in the kitchen, shuffling around and opening cabinets. I walk in and my breath gets lodged in my throat. I’m not fucking ready… he’s bent over and looking for something under the sink. His back rippling and flexing, his biceps bunching and the tattoos running down each arm make it impossible for me to rip my eyes away.