Chapter Two
Matty Boy
I look in the mirror on my dresser, adjusting my bow tie one more time. Stepping back, I take in my reflection. It’s been years since I’ve had the need to wear a suit, much less a tux. I’m surprised to find it still fits as perfectly as it did when I had it tailored for me a few years back.
Grabbing my keys and wallet, I leave my room and head out to my garage. Exiting the kitchen, I lock the door behind me and look longingly at my bike, thinking of how many pairs of panties I would melt if I pulled up to a stuffy charity event in a tux, on a Harley.
But not wanting to get bugs all over the shins of my slacks, I opt out of the freedom and head for my car that rarely sees the light off day.
The sleek Mercedes patiently waits for times just like this one. I know I’m gonna catch hell from my muscle car driving brothers, but I really don’t give a shit. She’s a badass machine that purrs like a well-satisfied woman.
I run my finger along her lines, caressing her curves before opening the door and settling myself down into the Italian leather driver’s seat. I turn the engine over and listen as she coos to life around me. I rub my hand along her soft dash. “Hello, girl,” I greet the only other woman in my life, aside from my mother.
I don’t get to spend as much time driving my girl as I would like, and I’m at the clubhouse too soon. I park and make my way inside where everybody’s waiting for me.
I stop short as I walk through the door. “Holy shit! It looks like a James Bond convention in this fucking joint.” My brothers turn to me, all wearing tuxes, and the women are in ball gowns.
They fall silent, and I shift under their curious gazes. Reaching for my lapel, I tug on it, then shove my fingers through my now short hair. “What?”
“Holy shit, Matty, you’re fucking hot,” Piper blurts out before slapping her hand over her mouth, but the rest of the women nod in agreement, exploding my ego. I strut over to the bar and take the open bottle of Jack and an empty glass.
Pouring three fingers of the drink, I salute them all before taking a sip. “Cheers, ladies. You’re all pretty fucking fine yourselves.” I give them all a devilish grin. They’re all wearing various colors that complement each of their individual colorings perfectly, and the quality of the dresses are impeccable. While all the men have on, as I do, the basic black tux.
Leo crosses over to the bar, pouring his glass full again, while giving me a shit-eating look. I shrug my shoulders at him and smile. “You have lice or something? Is that why you cut that nasty ass nappy shit off your head?” he asks, not being able to be one-upped around Avery.
She slaps his arm, narrowing her eyes at him. “Don’t be a dick, Leo. You need to lay off the drinks, you have to drive,” she says, cutting her eyes to me and winking. “Thank you for cleaning up, Matty. You do look good.” She gets a greedy little glint in her eyes.
A knock at the door has us all stopping and looking around at everybody, then back to the door. I smile.
I finish off my drink, setting the tumbler back down to fill it. “No need to worry, Avery, I ordered us a limo,” I announce, looking at the watch I’m having a hard time getting used to having on.
Piper squeals, and Jo crosses over to the bar. “A limo? I’ve never ridden in a limo before,” she exclaims, wide-eyed, pouring herself another glass of wine. She’s looking especially fine in the dark purple, off the shoulder dress she’s wearing. I hear Eno clear his throat, and I have to literally tear my eyes away from her cleavage that’s on full display to meet his warning gaze. He’d made it clear to me on more than one occasion that she isn’t like all the rest of his women. She’s not ever going to be shared. But shit, I’m a man, and I appreciate a full set of tits served up in a shelf bra.
“Yeah, yeah, we all know Matty is flashy,” Eno mocks, refilling his glass. “But thanks, brother.” He tips his glass at me.
I salute him back. I’d reserved it knowing this group very seldom get a night out, much less one where the women get all dressed up and taken out properly by my brothers. “No need for any of us to be getting DUI’s or anything tonight.” But that’s not the only surprise I have for them all. That’s for later.
“It’s time,” Avery gleefully announces as she tugs Leo by the hand toward the door.
I look around and count—Beeker, Kayla, Josie, Eno, Dalton, Piper, Roman, Hollis, Leo, and Avery. Then there’s me, stag as always, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, it’s probably not a good idea for me to show up to a bachelor auction with a date anyway.
The chauffer opens the door and we let the ladies enter the limo first, then we enter one by one until we’re all seated. I reach for one of the bottles of champagne and open it, letting it pop as the girls scream with delight. I gesture for each of them to take a glass.
“Going all out, aren’t you, brother? Making the rest of us look bad,” Roman grumbles quietly as he reaches for a glass.
I hold up my glass as the others do the same. “Nope. Just wanted to say thank you.” All our glasses meet in the middle of the sitting area as we say our cheers in unison, before drinking the bubbly liquid.
An hour later, we arrive at the very crowded resort the event is being held at. The hospital has gone all-out for the evening, red carpet and all. I watch as the ladies glow with amazement, and my brothers try their best to not really be seen. I dismiss the chauffer for the rest of the night and extend his room card to him, thanking him for spending the weekend driving us.
We enter the lobby to the buzz of a supercharged night. My eyes light on a few women I hope bid on me. Full service is not expected, but I would be more than happy to show them all my talents.
Avery turns, stopping us. “Okay, I’m gonna get us signed in.” She turns to me. “Matty, you come with me. They need you to register for the auction under my name.” She tugs my hand and I offer her my arm. I look over at Leo to let him know I’ll keep an eye on her. He nods and steps away as Avery leads me to a table, where several older women are sitting.
Once I’m signed in and have all my orders, I excuse myself from Avery under the ruse of needing the gentleman’s room. But instead, I head for the concierge at the front desk. The second part of the night I have planned for my friends is safely in my pocket as I rejoin them at the cash bar.
The night flows, and as I mingle, I’m bombarded with sexual advances. Room cards are slipped into my hands, and more than a phone book full of numbers have been deposited into my coat pockets.
I finally, after an hour, separate myself from a gaggle of young women who couldn’t carry on a conversation with a fence post, and make my way to the bar. Don’t get me wrong, I love a mindless fuck every once in a while, but I need to have a stimulating conversation every ten minutes or so at least. I might not have many standards, but it’s always good to have a few to keep up.
I check my watch as I wander back over to my brothers, who have gathered around the bar. Not surprising. I come to a stop beside a very bored looking Roman and shove my hands down into my pockets, rocking back on my heels. “Need some phone numbers?” I ask him as I get the bartender’s attention.
“Numbers for what?” he asks, looking puzzled.
I shrug at him and smile as I take the Jack on the rocks. “The kind you write on the back of a bathroom stall door with ‘for a good time, call’ under it.” I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Those should be right up your alley, brother. No takers for you?” he says, slapping me on the back.
I wrinkle my nose at him. “Not into the ones looking to get their hooks in me.”
“Hey boys, what are you talking about?” Hollis smoothes up to Roman’s side.
“How his manwhore status is slipping.” Roman tilts his head at me.
She rolls her eyes at Roman, then smiles at me. “I love you, Matty,” she blurts out. Her words are a little slurred as she leans up on her tiptoes to give me a more than sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“How’s that wine working for ya, Hollis?” I ask, holding back a burst of laughter as she wobbles to the bar.
She looks back over her shoulder at me. “Awesome.”
“She’s running a fucking tab,” Roman says flatly.
“Hell, they all are.” Leo stops beside me, getting out of the way of Emily and Avery as they hurry, arms locked together, to stand beside Hollis in the bar line.
I look over to Leo. “You can do shit like that at these kinds of events?”
“You can if you’re Avery,” Leo drawls, draining the remaining contents of his glass.
“Good God, we’re gonna have our hands full in about twenty minutes,” Cowboy sighs.
We all stand shoulder to shoulder, facing the bar, watching the three ladies use each other to hold themselves upright as they laugh hard at something one of them has said.
“Where the hell is Piper and Dalton?” Cowboy asks, looking around the room behind us.
“I haven’t seen them for the past ten minutes,” Leo says with a hint of humor in his words.
“Please, God, tell me he is not fucking my sister in a broom closet somewhere?” Roman growls, depositing his empty glass onto a tray a waiter is carrying around.
“Yup.” Cowboy laughs as Dalton and Piper walk up to us, trying to act calm, but her messed up hair and Dalton’s open fly gives them away.
“You stink like sex, man.” Leo snarls, wincing as he steps away from the couple.
“And toilet cleaner,” I add, laughing along with Cowboy.
“Shit,” Roman groans as he goes to the bar to retrieve another drink, which he throws back before holding the glass out for a refill. “You have my credit card on file, fill the fucking thing all the way up this time.”
I check my watch again, throwing a glance over to Leo, confirming the time. “You think she can get through this?”
He takes a step in Avery’s direction. “If she stops now.” He gently removes the full glass of wine from her hand, stopping her protest with a look. “Avery, you’re here to work. Go get your shit with Matty done and I’ll buy you the whole fucking bar if I haven’t already.”
She gives him a pouty look, then spins on me, spearing me with her sharp green eyes. “You.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “Hey, babe, this was your big idea.”
She less than gracefully hikes up the hem of her dress, trying her best not to trip over it as she comes to me, snaking her arm through mine. “Then walk me back and let’s get this shit show on the road.” She practically stumbles, pulling me in the direction of a long stage and curtains at the far side of the room.
“Good luck, brother,” Cowboy calls after me, still laughing.