The Rules(Forbidden #2)(3)

By: Elizabeth Brown

Top of the line, they said.

A fucking Mercedes, her friend cooed.

But the chick I’d done in the closet disagreed. No, she’d said:

He’s not a Mercedes. That man is a fucking Lamborghini.

That’s right: Hot fucking sex-on-a-stick Italian engineering.

Too bad I’m not even Italian.

Too bad it’s all a lie.

I awoke to the sound of my phone vibrating. Shit. I tried to untangle myself from the hot brunette I’d hooked-up with at the bar last night. Laura, or Leah, or… something. I glanced over at her nightstand. Normally I’d let it go to voicemail, but Ryan was calling, so I answered it.

I rubbed my eyes as I answered. “Andrews. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Hey man, sorry, did I wake you up?”

I cleared my throat. “What? Nah, it’s fine. What’s up?” I glanced down at my watch. It was nine in the morning. On a fucking Saturday. Who calls at nine in the morning on a fucking Saturday? This man was lucky he’s my best friend.

“Hey, listen, I need a favor.”

I laughed, but it caused Leah to stir, so I took my voice down a notch.

“Anything for my star player. Except I won’t suck your dick, but you’ve got Natalie to do that for you, anyway, so I can’t imagine that’s why you’re calling.”

I heard him force an exhale over the phone, and I could just picture him getting all uptight. You’d think that getting sweet pussy like that on the regular would’ve chilled him the fuck out, but you’d be wrong. It was the same old Ryan. And that’s exactly what made him so fun to fuck with.

“Listen, Lam, I need a room in Vegas for this weekend.”

I sat up. “Bro, are you— “

He cut me off. “No. Relax. We’re not eloping,” he trailed off. “At least… never mind. Look, can you hook a brother up or not?”

“Man, you know I got you. But why the last minute trip?” Ryan wasn’t really the ‘last minute Vegas trip’ kind of guy. He was more like a ‘let’s cuddle by the fire because I have a vagina’ type. Hah.

“Natalie’s best friend Josh is out there for work, and she’s feeling guilty about not having visited him since she moved here.”

“Ah, that’s the gay lawyer you thought was banging her, right?” I chuckled again, which roused my bedmate. Ryan had sure as hell hemmed and hawed about getting his shit together with Natalie. I’m glad he finally sacked up. Hell, I’d even put up with him get all googly-eyed because Ryan with Natalie meant we’re back in the lead in our soccer league.

Laura or Leah’s eyes opened, and she rolled over and gave me a questioning look as her head dropped to my crotch which was sporting textbook morning wood. I gave her a nod, and she pulled my briefs down. And yes— I’m a briefs guy. And if you are scoffing right now, let me just ask you: Do you think Michelangelo’s David would look better with some extra fabric floating around it’s nether regions?

Didn’t think so.

Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s get back to figuring out why Ryan was calling me.

“Look, Nat really wants to go, but the whole city is sold out for some convention.”

My companion flicked her tongue over the tip of my dick and then slowly ran the length of it. “Okay, okay. Just give me a minute to make some calls.” I said, just as the girl started to suck harder. I bit my lip to stifle a groan. “I’ll call you back, okay?”

He agreed, and we hung up as I sat back and closed my eyes. Ryan could wait a few minutes.

Less than an hour later…

I was feeling fresh and relaxed, having gotten a morning BJ, said good-bye to Lauren, returned home, showered, and secured a room for Ry—all in the space of an hour. Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at a master of multi-tasking.

I called him back, high on life.

“Who’s the fucking man?” I bellowed into the phone as I selected a navy t-shirt and some dark jeans from my closet.

Ryan gasped. “Are you serious? You found something? That’s awesome, I owe you one, Lam.”

I put the phone on speaker and pulled my clothes on. “Not just something, man. Guess who got you the fucking penthouse suite!”