Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta Book 2)

by Logan Chance

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  Chapter One

  Damien

  “We fucking did it.” Axel slaps me on the back, causing my drink to slosh all over my hand. I wipe off the tequila with a bar napkin. My brother’s enthusiasm only gets stronger the more alcohol he drinks. But it’s ok. Because, I’m fucking excited too.

  “Hell yeah, we did,” Ben says, throwing his arm over Axel’s shoulders.

  Yes, I never thought my triplet brothers and I would ever own Big Willie’s. But, we do. And celebratory drinks are in order. And in the case of my brothers, many celebratory drinks.

  Lifting my glass, I salute them and they clink their drinks with mine. We finish them off in one synchronized movement. This is what we do, we’re the Trifecta, triplets until the end. And we do everything together, well at least we used to. Ben and Axel are now engaged to their soul mates and they’re happier than I’ve ever seen them. But, don’t worry about me. I’m married to our new club.

  Clara kisses Ben’s cheek before sipping on her vodka and cranberry. Her smile is crooked, and her eyelids droop. I think it’s pretty safe to say, she’s wasted. Ben’s gaze locks on hers, and the love between them is disgustingly obvious. Ben kisses Clara, using an obscene amount of tongue. I roll my eyes and look over at Axel for support, but he’s just as bad as Ben. Axel has his arm wrapped around Emma as they whisper to each other, taking turns sipping out of the same beer bottle. And here’s little ol’ me...the fifth wheel.

  A shot of jealousy rips through my abdomen, surprising me. It’s not as if I want to be settled down like my brothers. This feeling confuses me. It’s not something I need in my life. I’m not missing something like my brothers were. Ben needed Clara to calm down his man whoring ways. Being an exotic dancer gave Ben unlimited access to willing women, and Ben didn’t turn them away. When Clara came into his life he realized what he was doing wasn’t what he wanted and fell for Clara hard and fast.

  Axel was the opposite of Ben, he hated the way women treated him while he was at the club. Axel never dated. Until Emma moved in next door with her daughter.

  Now, Emma’s about to start her dream job of having her own yoga studio. A yoga studio by day and our male revue club by night. Pride surges through me. We did it. The Trifecta worked their asses off, or should I say shook our asses off, to make enough money to buy the club from Willie, the previous owner. Tonight’s the finalization of getting the club into our name, and renovated. Tomorrow the Trifecta will have its grand opening. I seriously never thought this day would come. Grand opening. Us. The Trifecta. It’s like a dream come true. And all this hard work finally paid off.

  Life’s really good.

  I’m the brains of the operation. Don’t laugh. It’s true. I don’t need a woman like my brothers do. I’m just fine. Trust me.

  “Do you need another one?” a sensual voice asks behind me.

  I spin in my seat at the bar and my eyes land on one of the hottest women I’ve ever seen. Her black hair is chopped short in a pixie cut. Her big green eyes are rimmed with thick black lashes, which are assessing me as she raises a brow. I’m at a loss for words as I scour her body with my eyes.

  She clears her throat, bringing me back to her annoyed green eyes. “If you want to stare you should go down to the Velvet Pocket three doors down.”

  I can’t help but smile as she attempts to direct me to a strip club down the street. “I don’t think they have anything I want to see.”

  She rolls her eyes, stepping away, dismissing me for another customer down the bar. I watch her as I roll my empty glass in between my palms.

  “We’re gonna get going.” Axel breaks my stare, bringing me back to our celebration. “We want to hang out with Felicity tomorrow before the grand opening.” Felicity is Emma’s daughter, but I have a feeling she’ll have our last name soon.

  “Yeah, we’re leaving too,” Ben says, kissing Clara behind the ear, making her blush.

  “Do you want to Uber home with us?” Axel asks, since Axel and I live next door to one another.

  My eyes drift over to the sexy bartender who’s currently ignoring me. “I think I’ll have one more before I get going.”

  Ben and Axel look at each other and have a silent conversation. “We can stay a little longer,” Axel says as Ben pulls a tired-looking Clara over to the stool she just abandoned.

  “No, you guys go home. I was going to go over some more numbers. You go enjoy the rest of your night. Give Felicity a kiss from her uncle Damien.”

  My brothers watch me as if they’re trying to read my mind, which is not what I want them to do. They’d be shocked at the dirty images I’m having about the bartender right now. I know they’re worried about leaving me alone. They think since I don’t have a woman in my life I’m empty and lonely. Clara and Emma have both tried to set me up with all of their friends. I’ve never taken the bait on any of those ‘said friends’ being dangled in front of me.

  If they understood the amount of work I’ve put into the club maybe they’d understand why I want one more drink before going home. And it has nothing to do with the fact that my house is now empty.

  “Are you sure?” Ben asks, already helping Clara stand from her seat.

  “Do you want me to go over the numbers with you?” Clara asks as her tired eyes hold mine.

  I’m so glad we hired Clara to help with the club. She’s a genius when it comes to numbers. She’s been a lifesaver. And I’d have a really hard time choosing between her and Ben if they ever broke up.

  “No, you’ve done enough. Seriously. Take my brother home. I’ll see all of you tomorrow. It’s our big day. Now, go home and get some sleep.”

  I hug everyone, and settle down on my stool, wondering what I can do to get those sexy green eyes back on me.

  “Don’t touch me,” the bartender, I’m kind of obsessing over, yells just as a glass shatters on the ground.

  I’m off my stool and heading toward her before I know what I’m doing. “Get your hands off her,” I growl at the drunk asshole that has a hold of her wrist.

  “What the hell is going on here?” A man in a white polo with the name of the bar embroidered on it comes out from behind a door.

  “This bitch wouldn’t serve me, Sam.” The drunk takes his hand off the bartender and adopts an innocent look on his reddened face.

  “Sorry about that, Gene,” Sam says, filling an empty glass up and sitting it in front of the asshole.

  “He should be cut off,” the sexy bartender says without lowering her voice.

  “I told you not to cut off my friends. You have one more chance, or you’re out of here.” Sam turns around and slams the door as the drunken asshole smirks at her.

  “You need a new job,” I say to her for some reason. I almost feel protective over her. My fist is still clenched and ready to smash into that drunken asshole’s face.

  “I have one starting tomorrow. I was hoping to keep them both, but hopefully the other job will have enough hours that I can quit here.”

  “When are you off?”

  Her eyebrow perks up again. I hold my breath ready for whatever insult she’s about to sling at me. I’m expecting the worst. It’s funny because as a Trifecta, I never get turned down. Kind of forget what it’s like.

  She surprises me with a smile. “Actually, I got off thirty minutes ago. I was going to see if I could get some extra hours in, but I think I’m done.” She drops the bar towel in her hand and nods to the other bartender. “Just let me get my stuff.” Her voice is lower than when I first heard it making my dick jump in my pants. I’m stunned at the effects just her voice has on me. I fully intend to find out what ot
her effects she’ll have on my body.

  I down the rest of my drink leaving it on the worn bar top, waiting for her to come back out of the door she disappeared through.

  The door opens, and she smiles which heats up every cell in my body. She pulls me out of the bar as if the hounds of hell are hot on her heels.

  “In a hurry?” I smile.

  She blinks back at me. “I just had a really bad night.”

  My heart goes out to this woman, and the need to fix her night overcomes me. “Come here.”

  She follows my cues, and steps right in front of me. “Are you going to make it all better?”

  I bring my hand up to graze against her cheek. “Yes.”

  Her eyes catch mine, and the soul of the moon reflects in her gorgeous greens. “Promise?”

  I can’t breathe near her. “Fuck yeah, I will.” And then I lean in to kiss her. And then like magic, my whole body comes alive. It’s like there’s this new energy force growing inside me, making me aware of every little movement she makes.

  She leans back. “Do you have a car?”

  Yes, a car. A car is exactly what we need. That’s a much better idea. I was kind of thinking about carrying her all the way back to my house. Yes, caveman style. Maybe I drank too much, because I actually want to take her home right now.

  Take my time with her.

  Give her my full attention.

  Make her scream my name.

  For some reason, I feel like she needs someone to take care of her, but the need in her eyes overrides my sensibility. I take her hand and lead her to my Range Rover.

  She climbs in the back seat as her hand extends out to me. It looks like round one will not be happening at my house. I glance around making sure nobody can see us and crawl in. We’re in a frenzy as soon as the door closes.

  She’s ripping at my shirt as I push her shorts down her long legs. “Do you have a condom?”

  “Fuck,” I’m so pissed and my heartbeat is wild. “Oh wait.” I claw at my wallet as if the condom Ben slipped in there earlier might evaporate. He thought he was being funny. Ha. Joke’s on you, Ben. I push away the thoughts of him and produce the condom.

  She smiles, her green eyes widening. “Allow me.” She takes the packet from my hand, ripping the material.

  I lean back, watching her as she undoes my jeans and pulls them down and I wiggle out of them. I bite my lower lip, holding back a groan as she rolls the condom over my thick length.

  She smiles, kind of causing me to go a little dumbstruck at how pretty she is. Is it the moon cascading through the tinted windows giving her this soft glow? Or has she always been this pretty? Doesn’t matter, because what she does next is hands down the sexiest thing ever. She straddles my lap, sinking down over my cock. “You’re so big,” she whispers as she tries to take all of me.

  My hand goes up her slender neck, gripping onto the soft strands of her short hair. “And you’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her. “I’ve wanted to slam my dick inside you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

  “You’re definitely the hottest out of your brothers.” She laughs.

  And I smile, happy to know she was checking me out earlier. “Yeah you wanted me since the first moment you saw me too, huh?”

  She moves her body, grinding into me. “Maybe a little.”

  I take control, pushing my dick up inside her. And she rides me like a champ as we sit in the back seat of my Rover. This is exactly what I need to end the day. Hell, the week. No, month. I’ve been so stressed that I can’t even believe I’m here right now.

  She places both hands on my cheeks, staring into my eyes. “Hey, where’d you go? You here with me?”

  I smile. “Just a stressful fucking week.”

  “Let me make it all better.” And then she picks up her pace, rocking into me like she owns my dick.

  I lean my head back, grabbing a handful of her ass as I close my eyes. “Oh fuck, yeah take care of me. Make me come.”

  Her lips meet mine as we kiss each other. The passion builds and builds, making me wish I had my time with this woman. I wish I could really show her what I can do.

  How I could kiss over her whole body.

  “Ah, I’m going to come,” she cries out, leaning her head back.

  “That’s it. Come all over me.” I keep thrusting up inside her, loving the fact she’s pushing her tits right into my face. I roam my hands over her, pushing her shirt over her head so I can get closer to her skin. Her bra is black lace and it drives me wild.

  “I’m so close.” She keeps rocking, keeps grabbing onto me as if her life depends on it.

  “Keep riding me. That’s it.” I’m so close to coming undone too. I grip her ass tighter, guiding her with the exact speed I need her to go. My dick swells even harder, and my heart’s like a lion ready to break free from my chest. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

  But, it doesn’t matter if I hold on because she’s already moaning her release. She’s sexy as fuck as she shudders and shakes. “Ah, fuck,” she whispers as her release ebbs and flows.

  Next thing I know I’m chasing right after her, my release hitting me like a sledgehammer. “You’re so hot,” I tell her as soon as our breathing has returned to normal.

  She smiles. “Well, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  I crack a grin as she climbs off me, throwing her shirt back on. I’m about ready to ask for her name, maybe even get her number but she’s opening the door.

  “Wait, where are you going?” I ask her.

  “I, uh, have to go.” Her eyes bounce around the interior of my SUV.

  I’m about ready to hop out of the Rover to chase after her but realize she took my fucking jeans with her. Are you kidding me? I panic for a split second but spot my wallet and keys on the floor. She didn’t steal anything from me except my jeans, and the title for hottest sex I’ve ever had.

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  Sneak Peek of Hot Vegas Nights

  Chapter One

  Ben

  Three male strippers walk out of a bank.

  Sounds like the start of a hacky joke, but there’s no joke when it comes to the Trifecta. Yes, we’re well aware the Trifecta sounds a tad bit pretentious, but we play it off and we make it look good.

  Damn good.

  I know we’re eye catching. This is what we do for a living. Make an entrance, and keep the attention on us until we’ve left the room. And here we are, our attention level is off the charts and we’re loving every second of it.

  We’ve been the Trifecta since the moment we were born. My mom had the bright idea to name us Benjamin, Axel, and Damien, B.A.D, and let me tell you... we are. We’re bad for your heart, bad for your senses, and bad for your wallet.

  All three of us were born, little clones of each other, all of us ten minutes apart. We’re brothers. We were born scrawny, premature, tiny triplet boys. Babies who when we first came out of the womb had a small chance of having a normal life, boy were they right. A normal life is not what we’re living and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  My brothers not so much.

  They want out.

  They want more. I’m just following them because we stick together. If I could have it my way, I’d live this life forever and never tire of it.

  We’ve always stuck together.

  Through thick and thin.

  Or I should say thin to thick, because we aren’t thin anymore.

  The scene we’re creating right now is one of my favorites so far, and that’s saying a lot because we’ve had a lot of scenes. I smirk as the three of us walk out of the bank. All dressed in fitted matching suits, tailored to make every woman around us want to be closer, and every man wants to know our secret. We’re powerful when we’re together. We know it. We use it to our advantage.

  The Trifecta is in full force. We walk out of the bank, in calculated movements,
drawing every eye to us. We never have to practice. Simpering women ask us all the time if we do our movements on purpose, pawing at one of us with lust in their eyes. We tell them the same thing, no. The triplet instincts are strong with us.

  The sunglasses come on in one motion covering our bright green eyes from the hot sun. Our arms bend at the elbow, one at a time, unbuttoning our crisp white cuffs before pulling down our suit sleeves, the emerald cufflinks capturing and releasing the sun in sparkling brilliance.

  We strut toward Damien’s, the youngest triplet’s, black Range Rover. Climbing in we shut the doors in unison blocking our shine from the staring onlookers.

  As soon as we pull away from the parking lot we all let out a collective breath. The radio is shut off allowing our sighs to ping around the interior. After a moment, Axel, the second in line lets out a light chuckle. Damien follows and soon I’m in on it. Our chuckles turn into a full out raucous laughter. We laugh so hard if any of our patrons saw us they’d dry up like the Sahara.

  But here we are under the protection of the dark tint of the SUV, laughing like giddy school girls. But in a manly way, of course.

  “We did it gentlemen,” I say, attempting to get myself together. As the oldest, by ten minutes, twenty for Damien, I’m the one who keeps the Trifecta together, upholding our status and all we’ve worked for.

  “Fuck yeah, boys.” Damien takes his hand off the steering wheel and gives the two of us high fives.

  Axel’s the most excited about what we just did. We’re one step closer to getting out of the business, something Axel’s been waiting a long time for. Axel hates what we do for a living. Damien, always the one wanting to prove himself, sees it as a means to an end. Me, well, I love it. I’m good at it.

  We’re all good at it, but I thrive off it.

  “Now comes the hard part.” We roll our eyes at Damien. He’s always the one looking at the next step.