Man Up Playboy

by Danielle Sibarium

  Man Up

  Playboy

  Danielle Sibarium

  Man Up

  Party Boy

  First printing, 2015

  Copyright © 2015 by Danielle Sibarium

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  Book design by Danielle Sibarium

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  The persons and events portrayed in this work of fiction are the creations of the author, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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  Printed in the United States of America

  For

  Caryn Bruce Buonocore. Thank you for your support!

  Chapter 1

  I lean across the bar and give the pretty girl behind it my sexiest, flirtiest smile. She's been checking me out all night. If I play my cards right her soaking, wet panties will be off in a matter of minutes.

  "What are you doing from now until the sun rises?" I ask leaning on the bar to get closer to her.

  "When I'm finished cleaning up, I'm going home to my boyfriend and then hopefully getting some sleep," she says pretending she has no interest in me.

  I shake my head as I run my eyes up and down her rocking body. "You mean you're going to go home and fuck your boyfriend. Lucky shit. Wish I was tapping some of that."

  "Come on, Cooper." Noah puts his hand on my shoulder and tries to pull me away from the bar. "Party's over, we're the last one's here. Sorry about him," he says to the beautiful bar tending wench as if I did something wrong. "He had a little too much to drink."

  "Don't fucking apologize for me, you cock sucker." I laugh at the name I just called him. Noah sure as hell doesn't suck cock. Pussy maybe, never cock, that would be my father. And to add insult to injury, he just professed his undying love and affection for his boyfriend in front of a shitload of witnesses. Me? I want the girl.

  "Look at her, man." I extend my arm out toward the beautiful red head. The red heads I've been with have been crazy-sick in the sack. I doubt she'd be any different. I can see the wild abandon in her eyes. "Hey baby, ever been with two guys at once? We could do it now, before you get on your way. You, me, and my buddy. We don't even need to go far. Right there behind the bar works for me. I could bend you over and . . ."

  "Cooper! What the fuck is wrong with you!"

  I let out a long sigh. Where the fuck did Lexi come from? I'm not going to hear the end of it now.

  "Don't worry. I got him." Noah answers.

  "I liked you so much better before she cut off your balls." I point to my sister, then look back at him. "Fucking prick. You're going to get some tonight, too. Aren't you?" I shove his shoulder, not quite alright with the idea of him leaving here and fucking my sister. "So listen, red." I focus again on the girl who's pants I want into. "Take a look at these abs and tell me you don't want to oil me up and get slick between the sheets." I unbutton my shirt, but for some reason, instead of looking at me, she walks away to wipe down the opposite end of the bar.

  "Come on, Cooper. You need to get out of here. You're embarrassing yourself and your father."

  "I'm embarrassing my father? Me? Are you serious? He's the one that just married a dude. A fucking dude! He's the one that should be embarrassed. I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm looking for some sweet pussy. How the fuck am I embarrassing myself? Unless, is that why you're with Lexi? Is it really me you’re trying to get with? Because dude, I don't . . . I mean I love you and all, but not in that way."

  "You fucking wish you could snag someone as hot as me."

  "Fuck, Noah. You're serious aren't you? You fucking want my cock."

  He shakes his head. "You're a real dick, Cooper. You know that?"

  "I'm all dick," I say, my eyes on the girl again. "Long, hard, dick, ready to go all night long." I say loud enough for her to hear me.

  Noah isn't laughing as he pulls me away from the bar, away from the place the sexy vixen and I eye fucked. If only she'd get me off, then I could end my night on a high note. I don't remember the last time that happened. I let out a long breath.

  "I was going to fuck her until you came along," I scold my friend.

  "No, you weren't. She was just being friendly in hopes of getting a better tip."

  "You don't know that."

  "Lexi, can you hang with your brother a minute?"

  She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at me, while Noah goes back to talk to the girl I want riding me through the night. That shit just isn't fair.

  "You better get your shit together, Cooper. Time is running out. You can't act like a selfish, self-centered prick forever."

  "Fuck you, bitch."

  "Hey."

  Noah's back and he's in my face. They're like a tag team, these two. And I hate it.

  "Watch how you talk to her, Cooper."

  "She's my sister, so if I want to tell her to go fuck herself, that's my right."

  "And she's my girlfriend, so if I want to kick your ass in her name, that's my right."

  "You know, Cooper, this is one of those times I wish to hell that you weren't my brother, and that my boyfriend didn't have any association to you, because I truly believe you brought out the worst in him."

  "What are you getting all bent out of shape over?"

  "Dude, you fucking offered me up in a threesome."

  I wave it off like it's no big deal and turn to my sister. "Like I'd let him in on the action. You really think I'd do that? You think I'd even let him look at her damn tits knowing he's with you? It was a test. If he jumped at the opportunity I'd have to kick his ass."

  "I think you're so fucking out of your head right now, you don't know what the hell you're doing, so yes, I think you meant it."

  "Even if I did, it's not like he's never been with anyone before you. He's had his share of tits and ass."

  My sister lunges for me, but Noah grabs her around her waist and keeps her from making contact. I'm not sure what she'll do if she gets her hands on me. Maybe that's why I’m taunting her. I want to feel something, anything but the emptiness that has taken residency in every fucking cell of my body since I walked out on Selene.

  "Enough of this. I've worked too hard to get her to leave the past where it is. Get your head out of your ass, Coop." Noah says with my sister wrapped in his arms as he walks away.

  "Where are you going?"

  "To our room," Noah says looking back over his shoulder. "I suggest you do the same."

  I flip him the bird before they stop short and Lexi pulls her phone from her clutch purse.

  "Selene?"

  My heart leaps from my chest into my throat. I don't move. The world is standing still, the red head forgotten. I listen to my sister talk to the girl I lost. To the girl I hurt so bad she won't take my calls; to the girl that left me empty and stole what little of a heart I had left.

  "Oh my God. I'm in California, but I'll be home as soon as possible. Please, call me if anything changes."

  I can't help myself, I rush at my sister and grab her by the shoulders as if my life depends on the information she just got, and it very well may.

  "That was Selene?"

  Lexi glares at me. Her green eyes are filled with tears. Fuck, this isn't good. I can
feel the emotion pouring out of her. Why isn't she saying anything? I need to know what's happening with Selene.

  "Is she okay? What's going on?"

  Lexi doesn't answer. She stares me down.

  "What Lexi? What the fuck is going on? Tell me!" I'm in her face, yelling, ordering her to tell me. I don't want to wait another second to know. The anticipation has me freaking out like a fucking teenager.

  "Like you give a fuck about her, about anyone but yourself."

  I'm breathing hard and heavy. "Don't fuck with me, Lexi. Not about her."

  "Fine. You want to know? She's in the hospital, Cooper. She went to pick up her prenatal vitamins from the pharmacy and some punk was looking for a fix. He had a gun . . ."

  My fingers squeeze tight around my sister's shoulders because I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe! The air just left my lungs. It left the whole fucking room. Maybe even the whole planet. I have a mass growing in my stomach of nerves and anxiety. My throat is constricting because I still don't think I'm breathing. I dig my fingers into her flesh, because I'm holding on for dear life. It's the only thing I can do. I'm fucking helpless. Selene needs me right now and I'm no fucking use to her. Instead, I'm thousands of miles away when I should be at her side. I'm here, and here is too fucking far.

  "Did he hurt her? Please, let her be okay."

  "She's not okay, Coop."

  I had to have heard wrong. "But that was her on the phone just now, right? RIGHT?" My heart is pounding a mile a minute. Why is my sister torturing me like this? Why isn't she just spitting it all out?

  After what feels like forever Lexi answers.

  "She's not conscious. I don't have the details."

  "Please, No!" The words leave me in a whisper. I'm not even sure I can speak until I hear a gut wrenching cry. It takes a minute before I can make out what's being screamed. I reach up and hold my head as the realization dawns on me that it's me, screaming into the nothingness of the night. It's me screaming the only word my mind will process. "SELENE!"

  I drop to my knees and call out for her again. I yell out as if doing so might magically make her open her eyes, or better yet, make me appear at her side and shove all the bad stuff away, like it's been nothing more than a dream.

  Noah pulls me back to my feet and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a guy hug. "It's okay. She's going to be okay."

  I don't answer because I can't. I can't formulate words. I can't breathe, and I'm scared shit it's never going to be okay again. I hold on to Noah and nod. It's all I can do, and I'm afraid if I let go my knees are going to cave in. I hold him tight. Tighter than I ever held onto anything, including Selene. I stay there, holding him, allowing my emotions to keep their strangle hold on me, because I can't breathe, and I can't move. I want to rush to her side, but I'm across the country, which at this moment is as good as the opposite end of the world.

  Chapter 2

  Noah's calling the airlines trying to get us on the next available flight. Lexi's rushing to stuff their clothes in suitcases, and I'm pacing around the room. All effects of the alcohol I drank earlier in the night vanished the second I heard Selene's name.

  "Are you sure no one's called you back?" I ask grabbing Lexi's phone and checking it myself. "Maybe I should just call the hospital and see if there's any change. Besides, I don't understand why they called you and not me."

  "Because she took your name off the paperwork."

  "What? Why?" Kick to the teeth and a knife to the gut at the same time.

  "You really need to ask?"

  "So if I call the hospital, they won't give me any information?"

  She shakes her head, and for the first time, since she got the call, I think I see an ounce of sympathy in her eyes. "They're not supposed to."

  "This is bullshit." I look to Noah for help, but he's on the phone, and not even looking in my direction. "But they'll tell you?"

  "I'm her emergency contact."

  "But I'm . . ."

  "You're nothing to her, Cooper." Lexi says. "Just the way you wanted."

  I want to yell and scream in my sister's face, tell her what a bitch she is, but she's right. This is how I wanted it. I complained all the fucking time. I sit on the edge of the bed holding my head in my hands and squeeze my eyes closed. I need to get the image of Selene lying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines out of my head.

  Noah comes over and rests a hand on my shoulder. "Hey," he whispers holding his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone. "It's going to be alright. We'll get there as soon as possible. Just hold it together, man."

  I don't believe him. Not at all, but I nod my head anyway.

  Lexi drops what she's doing to answer the knock on the hotel room door. It's my father and his husband Stephan. They're both still dressed from the ceremony. Great. Just what I need. He's probably here to ream me out. The bitch at the bar must have complained about me.

  "Any luck with the airlines?" He asks Noah.

  "Earliest flight I can get is tomorrow morning."

  My father looks at me, but I don't say anything. I don't bother asking how he knows I need to get back, or how much he knows about what happened to Selene. I sit there like the useless piece of shit I am and do absolutely nothing.

  "I called in a favor. I can get us on a private jet in two hours."

  I jump to my feet. I want to say thank you and throw my arms around him. "Us?"

  "Stephan and I are coming."

  "I don't think that's the best idea." Again what I really want to say and what comes out of my mouth are on opposite ends of the spectrum.

  "You ungrateful . . ."

  My father puts his hand on Stephan's chest to quiet him down. He's right though. I am a self-centered, ungrateful shit. Just like my mother told me for years. Just like Selene said the last time I saw her.

  "Since I arranged the transportation, I come."

  "I'm sorry, Dad. It's just, if Mom shows up and sees you, she's going to lose it, and I need to focus on Selene."

  "I understand, and I'm a big boy, I can deal with your mother. My concern is for you. And I won't take no for an answer."

  I nod, and look around the room. Nothing around me feels real. It's like I'm in some sort of fog.

  "Come on, Coop," Noah nods his head toward the door. Let them sort it all out. Let's you and me, go get your shit packed."

  *

  "Are you happy with Lexi? I mean really happy?" I know the question is strange, especially given the gravity of the situation, but I need to know.

  I've been watching my best friend and my sister for the last six months, waiting for it to all fall apart, but it hasn't, and I don't really understand why not. Lexi is a bitch. I know it; he knows it. But he has her under some sort of spell.

  She went from claiming that Noah was evil incarnate any time she heard his name, to making god like references to him. I just don't understand how it happened. How did she go from wanting to stake him in the heart to worshiping him so fast?

  And he's no better. It's like he's her fucking lap dog, always at her side, holding her hand, and sneaking kisses when he thinks no one is looking. If that's not bad enough she's got him so whipped he goes grocery shopping for her on his way home from work. He claims it gives him piece of mind knowing she has good food to eat.

  Noah does pretty much anything Lexi asks. Meanwhile, she cooks and cleans for him. She never did that at home. She does his laundry, too; washes, dries and irons it. I've even seen her massage his feet after a long day at work. And he doesn't even stand most of the time.

  I can only think they're into some kinky shit in bed and that's why they're all goo-goo eyed over each other, because I know Noah, and the imposter I've seen over the last half year isn't him. He's never been this into a girl. I'm yearning to understand how he could allow his life to change so much after a week. Just one week with Lexi and she became his world.

  He didn't have time to hang out, or see anyone unless she was part of it. Sure he'd come out from t
ime to time without her, but I could see his heart wasn't in it. And it doesn't seem to faze him. I mean she's the only girl he fucked in the last six months. He's got to miss being with other people. I do. It isn't natural not to.

  He pulls my suitcases out from the closet and tosses them on the bed. I've been here longer than they have, so I have more shit to pack. He stops and looks me in the eyes.

  "I can't imagine my life without her."

  "That doesn't mean you're happy. It means you're fucking whipped."

  "I'm happy. Very happy. There's not one thing I would change."

  "Not even sex? Isn't it boring being with the same person over and over?"

  Noah opens and closes his mouth. He's not fast to answer, and I understand why. I usually lose a small piece of my mind when I think of him and Lexi in that way.

  "She's all around incredible."

  I cock my eyebrow up at him not sure I want to hear anymore.

  "And I'm not just talking about sex." Noah is quick to explain. "Don't get me wrong, on a scale of one to ten, sex with Lexi is like a fifty, but I mean just lying next to each other and talking all night long, making each other laugh, sharing secrets, it's amazing. Knowing she's got my back no matter how bad things get in the world outside of us, it gets me through the rough patches. I can't get enough of her. And when I see her smile, it makes my world right."

  I start pulling my clothes out of the drawers and placing them on the bed. Noah puts them in the suitcases. We continue like this, speaking without looking at each other, which is the best idea ever because the girl who's rocking his world in the bedroom among other places is my sister.

  "Why don't you tell me what's really got you so messed up. One minute you’re smashed and looking to get some with the nearest willing body, the next you hear Selene's name, and . . . Coop, I've never seen you so fucked up."

  "It's like Luna all over again."

  All movement stops. Noah's eyes are on me, they're boring into me. I've only said that name a handful of times in years. The first time was the night I went home with Selene, and just like I did then, I shocked him with it.