Monica—the baby—demanded that she was an adult every other hour of the day, even though she’d just turned twenty-two. Finishing up college, she was considering grad school, but didn’t know what she wanted to study. All she knew was that she loved horses and sneaking marijuana behind my back.
Tyson broke my thoughts. “Dude, it’s like you have five wives.”
“I wouldn’t say wives. More like five spoiled ass kids. Well...the twins aren’t spoiled.”
“No, they’re not.” Karan grinned from ear-to-ear and batted his eyes. “Oh, yes. Let’s talk more about the twins.”
“Don’t even think about it.” I headed to the club.
Tyson chuckled and got to my side. “Hey, I think it sucks that you don’t trust us to date any of your sisters.”
“You two don’t date properly. Karan does a bullshit dance with his women and then drops them when he’s bored.”
Karan held out his hands. “What do you want from me? My mom already found my wife, set the date, and planned the wedding. I’m just having fun with until then.”
“Not with my sisters you aren’t.”
Tyson eyed me. “And why can’t I date them?”
“Are you fucking serious?” I asked.
“What?” He fixed his face in mock shock and put his hand on his chest. “Are you questioning my character?”
“Stay away from them.”
Tyson laughed and shook his head.
We stopped behind a group of guys showing their ID to the big bouncers in front of Heaven.
“Since we’re on this topic.” KK exchanged glances with Tyson. “We should discuss how your sisters are constantly cock blocking you.”
I shook my head. “They’re not.”
“You’ll never get a girlfriend with your sisters around. They would scratch any female’s eyes out.”
“I don’t care.” I shrugged. “After being around my sisters all day, I don’t want to see another woman. I just want to go in my condo, turn off the lights, and cry.”
Karan pulled his wallet out of his jeans. “You’re so full of shit.”
“Hey, I’m a sensitive type of guy.”
Tyson smirked. “That’s why your sisters call you One-Punch?”
“No, it’s because I knock out their creepy boyfriends in one punch. Only the creeps. Anytime the guy is good he makes it out of the relationship alive.”
Once my sisters started dating, my respect for men dwindled. Sometimes I was embarrassed to call myself one. Men did the vilest things. It was like they got off on hurting females for no reason. The lies. The cheating. At times, abuse. The moments of sexual harassment that I would hear from my sisters’ friends. Either their friends were overexaggerating or some men really did walk this earth like beasts plundering and pilfering every woman in sight.
“Hey! I told you, if you want me to watch after your sisters,” Tyson put on an innocent smile, “I’ll take one for the team and protect those beautiful women with my life. I could move in the building.”
Smiling, I patted his back. “If you get within three feet of them, I’ll gut you slowly and watch your insides spill from your wounds.”
“Hmmm.” Tyson nodded. “I’m going to take that as a no.”
“Hell no would be more accurate.”
We moved up and showed our IDs to the bouncers at the door.
“Okay. Enough about hot sisters.” Karan led the way to Heaven. “Let’s have a drink and fuck every woman in here.”
I nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
Excitement boomed within me, blazing as bright as the club’s strategically placed halogen lights illuminating the bar and dance floor. Exposed brick walls added appeal to the converted warehouse.
Music blasted from the speakers.
A DJ stood near the dance floor. Half-naked women danced in cages above us.
We stepped farther into the club.
High tables dotted the space around the dance floors. Long, leather couches resided in shadowed corners. There were even glass-enclosed balconies above us, probably designated for VIP customers.
People danced on the main dance floor which was blasting hip hop music out of the many speakers all over the club.
This nightclub was called Heaven, but there were no angels here, just sexy little demons yearning to get fucked. Pussy crowded the nightclub. Sweet and soft. Slim and thick. Young and old. Blonde pussy. Red-headed pussy. And some with asses so fat, I could barely see the pussy. And I barely used the word pussy, but tonight, all I could think of was just that.
My cock wondered who we would take to a hotel tonight.
This evening, I would take the Big Brother hat off. My cock hardened as half-naked women danced around me. I yearned to take one of these beautiful women to a hotel—never home—and fuck them, hard, with no mercy, with no worry, just hard-pounding, balls-deep sex until we were both drained and exhausted.
The hip hop song shifted to a dance club beat.
“Touch me. All night,” a woman sang to a fast beat. “Give it to me. All night.”
Cigarette smoke mingled with the scent of weed. Glasses clanked and some shattered. Women laughed, and men attempted to outdo themselves, peacocking for their attention—fanning their back feathers and strutting expensive car keys and designer labels just to catch one of the lovely ladies’ eyes.