Filthy Vegas Nights (The Trifecta Book 3), page 1
Filthy Vegas Nights
The Trifecta Book 3
Logan Chance
Copyright © 2020 by Logan Chance
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Editing: Hang Ten Editing
Cover Design: Kari March with Kari March Designs
Formatting: Bearded Goat Books
Contents
Also By Logan Chance
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1. Damien
2. Damien
3. Shayne
4. Damien
5. Shayne
6. Damien
7. Shayne
8. Damien
9. Shayne
10. Damien
11. Shayne
12. Damien
13. Shayne
14. Damien
15. Shayne
16. Damien
17. Shayne
18. Damien
Epilogue
Sneak Peek of HOT VEGAS NIGHTS
Sneak Peek of PLAYBOY
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Logan Chance
Also By Logan Chance
The Playboy Series
PLAYBOY
HEARTBREAKER
STUCK
LOVE DOCTOR
The Me Series
DATE ME
STUDY ME
SAVE ME
BREAK ME
Sexy Standalones
TAKEN
WE ALL FALL DOWN
THE NEWLYFEDS
GRAHAM
NEVER KISS A STRANGER
Steamy Duets
THE DECEIT DUET
THE BOSS DUET
The Cold Hearted Series
COLD HEARTED BALLER
COLD HEARTED BASTARD
Box Sets
A VERY MERRY ALPHA CHRISTMAS
ME: THE COMPLETE SERIES
FAKE IT BABY ONE MORE TIME
The Vegas Nights Series
HOT VEGAS NIGHTS
DIRTY VEGAS NIGHTS
FILTHY VEGAS NIGHTS
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1
Damien
“We fucking did it.” Axel slaps me on the back with a smile, causing my drink to slosh all over my hand. 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. I haven't had as much as you, and I brought my car, remember?"
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 other 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. 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 more than I thought, 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 foil..
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. “Oh god, 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 more 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, slowing her pace.
Next thing I know I’m chasing the same high, 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, before round two at one of our places. I need more room for what I want to do, 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.
2
Damien
“Is the new bartender here yet?” I ask Clara with a little more attitude than necessary.
Clara shakes her head, not looking upset at my harsh tone. I know she thinks I’m being a dick because I’m nervous about the grand opening of the club, and I’m not going to correct her. Because I should be on edge with nerves and excitement from the fact our dreams are coming to fruition tonight, but the club opening has nothing to do with why I’m being a pain in the ass. No, the reason for my mood can be pinned on one thing, and that thing has short black hair, sensual green eyes, and my jeans.
“What’s the bartenders name again?” I ask Clara, attempting a pleasant tone. It’s not her fault I’m in a shitty mood. She shouldn’t have to deal with my frustration.
“Shane,” Clara answers, typing on her computer set up at the bar.
