CHAPTER ONE

I just found out afew weeks ago that you're my son.

Jacob tossed back his whisky and slammed it down on the bar.

You are my son.

He lifted his glass, and the bartender reached for the Macallan, automatically filling his glass.

It was only his fourth, or maybe his fifth, but if there was anyone who deserved to get drunk right now, it was him.

You are my son.

"Fuck," Jacob muttered and ran his hand through his dark locks as he swiveled against the bar and stared out across the club.

It wasn't just any club.

Sailors Club had multiple levels. The public floor had all the bassy music, gorgeous women, rich men, and innuendos you could want in one of the hottest spots in Philadelphia.

Level two, on The Deck, as it was called, kicked things up a notch. The same music piped through the sound system while a red haze from the lighting merged with the black and gold décor. The classy servers wore a little less, creating a seductive ambience which hinted at things upstairs but acted as more of an intermediary, or safe space, to dip your toes in.

Into what you may ask?

Anything you please.

Level three, The Observatory, which was aptly named, allowed patrons to watch people down below or those around you who were partaking in whatever they desired.

While you had your cock sucked.

Or your clit lapped at.

Whatever took your fancy.

Of course, only those with a VIP membership were cleared to access The Observatory.

Was he a member? Well, you could say he had a vested interest in Sailors Club.

As one of the owners.

"You okay, Jacob?" Trent asked, sliding his whisky across the polished black wood bar.

Was he?

He'd recently found out that his brother's father-in-law was, in fact, his real father.

His mom had never told him or his brother who their dads were. They knew they were two different men, but that was all.

Growing up with their uncle, aunt, and their three children, Logan, Aidan, and Amelia, they'd had such a loving family it had never been a huge deal.

Of course, every boy wants to know who their father is, but his mother, Samantha Dufort, was a closed book and wouldn't tell them anything. He'd overheard his grandparents arguing with her from time to time before they passed, but she was tight-lipped and wouldn't budge.

Until Blake married Bella Montgomery.

Now Bella Dufort.

Bella's mom met Ward Montgomery around the time his mother was pregnant with him, so the story goes. The two had already been broken up for a few months and Samantha had taken it upon herself to keep the news to herself.

She had given birth to Jacob and never told Ward he was a father.

He went on to adopt Bella and have three sons with her mom.

When Blake and Bella got engaged, Ward and Samantha were reunited, and she had decided to announce the news to them all during a fucking family lunch with everyone there.

Thanks very fucking much.

That was two weeks ago.

"Yeah, just had a tough few weeks," Jacob replied, swirling the dark liquid in his glass.

As his eyes lifted, he spotted one of the regulars. His lips quirked as Melanie sidled up, unzipping her black cropped jacket and revealing a red lacy bralette.

"Jake," she ran her hand over his pec and lifted her face to his. "Are we playing tonight?"

"Where's Lucy?"

One-on-one wasn't his thing, but his two favorite girls and some mind-blowing orgasms were just what the doctor ordered.

Again.

God knows the whisky wasn't doing fuck all to quiet the voices in his head. Instead, he was going over and over all the things he should be doing. Like answering his family messages.

Shoulds—fuck those things.

"On her way." Melanie smiled naughtily.

"Trent, book out the VIP booth in The Observatory and send up a tray of drinks for the girls. And let Lucy know we're waiting for her when she arrives."

"Yes, sir." Trent grinned.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Sliding it out, he saw Blake's name.

Shit.

Taking Melanie"s chin, he leaned in. "Go upstairs, strip, and I want you wet with your legs spread by the time I get up there."

"Yes, sir." Desire gleamed from her orbs as she grinned and skipped off.

Jacob felt the familiar excitement spread through his groin. He lifted the phone, then halted, and glanced back up.

"Mel"—she stopped and glanced back—"leave the toys alone until I arrive."

"Spoil sport." She flung the door open and disappeared.

He chuckled and pressed answer as he lifted the phone back to his ear.

"Jacob Dufort."

"Dick. You know it"s me." Blake replied.

He shrugged.

"And don't shrug. I can't see you." His brother added.

Jacob chuckled. "What do you want? I'm about to dine."

There was a moment's silence.

"Can't you call it something else?" Blake asked.

"Well, I could, but I'm drunk." Jacob tossed back the rest of his Macallan and took a few steps away from the bar. "What do you want?"

"You haven't answered any of my messages for two weeks."

It's true. He'd been avoiding his brother, which was something he never did. The two of them were very close, but this news had thrown him.

What was he supposed to do? Just reach across the fucking table at his brother's wedding lunch, shake his birth father's hand, and say, double welcome to the family, Pa.

Fuck off.

He was furious with his mother for telling him at such a public event. She loved her boys; he had no doubt about that. But when it came to dealing with uncomfortable things, she would rather bury her head in the sand.

That was selfish. Especially when it came to your children. Everyone had been very uncomfortable, not to mention it was supposed to be a celebration for Blake and Bella.

Instead, it had ended the celebrations early, and he had walked out.

"Mom's worried," Blake said.

"Mom can go fuck herself," he spat out, his anger rising to the surface.

Need more whisky.

"Jacob," Blake replied firmly.

"No, don't ‘Jacob' me. I need time to process this," he growled.

"By drinking and fucking every day and every night?" Blake accused.

Well, it wasn't an accusation as much as it was the truth. He'd been at Sailors every night for two weeks.

Shit, that isn't good.

"Yeah, if I want to. I just found out who my father is. And he's your father-in-law. And lives just down the fucking road, Blake. Down the fucking road for over twenty-three years."

"I know. Fuck. If you would answer your damn phone or invite me over, we could talk it out."

Jacob could hear the concern in his brother's voice as guilt flushed through him. He pressed his eyes closed and pinched his nose. "I need to deal with this my way."

A threesome should do it.

"Come by for lunch tomorrow." Blake invited. "I'll get sushi and, shit, I'll even let you flirt with Leilani."

Now that got his attention.

Blake"s PA was one hot piece of ass. Every time he visited, he couldn't help but make her blush with one or two of his cheeky comments. Leilani tried really hard to act professionally and show she wasn't attracted to him in return, but she was.

Even better, it irritated his brother.

Blake cared for his employees, so every wink and inappropriate comment got right under his skin.

Talk about kill two birds with one stone.

He might love his brother, but you know what they say about sibling rivalry.

Jacob's lips stretched into a smile. "Wow. Desperate times."

"So, I'll see you at lunch?" Blake ignored his prod.

Jacob let out a long sigh.

He had to face this sooner or later. But then again, his mother had waited over twenty-three years, so fuck her.

"Fine. But I get a whole five minutes with Leilani before you interrupt my game."

"God, you are a dick." Blake moaned.

He hung up, smiling—a real smile—for the first time in weeks.

Speaking of dicks, he needed to get upstairs before Melanie began without him. She tended to do that. He'd also spotted Lucy heading upstairs just moments earlier, so now it was time to get the party started.

Swiping his VIP card, Jacob walked up two flights of stairs to The Observatory.

It wasn't busy tonight. A couple were at the bar, naked and talking, while another couple were on the floor pleasuring them both. The girl sucked the man's cock. The man was between the woman's legs licking her. Yet they appeared to be having a civil conversation.

Whatever turned you on.

Jacob made his way to the VIP booth. The oversized high back cushioned sofa had prime observation positioning to the floor below which appealed to his kink.

In fact, Jacob had many.

He liked to watch.

He liked to be watched.

He loved multiple lovers, and he liked being in charge.

As a starting point.

"Ladies," Jacob said, taking in the two women stretched on the black leather. Both of them were undressed except for their heels—this wasn't their first rodeo with him—and were sliding their fingers through their pussies.

"What took you so long?" Lucy asked. "I'm almost coming."

"You better not be," Jacob growled as he unbuttoned his Prada shirt and let it slide from his big shoulders. Next, he undid his Tom Ford pants and tossed them, letting his cock spring free.

Stepping past Melanie, he sat between them, and they moved into action. Lucy got on her knees and took his cock in her mouth, while he reached under her to fondle with her breast.

She moaned around his shaft.

"Come here," He took Melanie by the throat and bit her lower lip.

"Let me ride your face." She pleaded.

Need from waiting for him shone from her diluted eyes. "Climb aboard."

Jacob gripped her hips and stretched out his tongue, and suddenly his mind was filled with images of seeing Leilani tomorrow.

What he wouldn't do to have her on his face right now. Or on her knees between his legs.

Fuck me.

His cock swelled in response and as Lucy worked him with her usual oral talent. Jacob grunted and let Melanie ride his face and cover him with her juices.

Soon the familiar scorching erotic fire sliced down his spine as his first orgasm filled Lucy's hot mouth.

"Yeah, baby. Fuck that's good," he moaned against Melanie's folds.

Life might've thrown him a huge curveball but at least his sex life was great. Unlike the rest of his family who were all settling down, Jacob preferred variety and lots of it.

All at the same time.

Monogamy wasn't for him.

He had his reasons and didn't need to explain to anyone. Which was why, when he'd made his first half billion, he'd purchased shares in Sailors.