Big Country looked to his right to see Angel enter the VIP section. She was one of the few waitresses here who offered additional services for a fee.
“I must be in heaven because God has sent me his beautiful Angel.”
She laughed, pulling a chair from the table opposite his booth and directed him to sit in it. He hesitated, believing Stormy would lose her shit if she found him up here getting the kind of lap dance that always gave Bubba a decent release.
But he and Stormy didn’t have a contract anymore, she was here to do a job, ain’t that what she said?
Grinning, he rose and sat in the seat, widening his thighs. He watched as Angel leaned over the rail and motioned to the DJ. The music shifted, and she turned back to him, rolling hips clad in tight glittery silver hot pants. The anticipation he felt had nothing to do with Angel and everything to do with Stormy’s return.
Even Bubba, who usually perked up the minute Lucas laid eyes on Angel’s slim body, was patently uninterested and unresponsive. Angel danced in front of him, Bubba slept, not waking up when Angel’s tits were nearly touching Lucas’s lips, didn’t even stir when Angel turned and ground her ass against him.
Big Country was in the process of pushing her off of him when Stormy walked over to them, lifting a brow at the sight of Angel on his lap. Shrugging, she dragged another chair from the empty table and placed it beside Lucas’s. She sat, reached over and pulled his piece of cigar from his shirt pocket and placed it between her lips, then smiled up at Angel.
“Well, aren’t you the prettiest thing in Texas I’ve seen all day,” Stormy drawled. “If I’da known Claude had such hands-on entertainment, I’da made sure Lucas brought you to us sooner.”
Big Country looked at Stormy as if she’d lost her mind.What the fuck was she playing at, he thought, frowning, when she reached over and pulled his wallet from his pocket and put $50 on the booth table.What the fuck?
Angel shifted from Big Country and gave her full attention to Stormy, dancing in front of her before backing her ass up and wiggling it against Stormy’s lap. Pressing her back into Stormy’s front, Angel reached around and gripped the back of Stormy’s head, turning to expose the side of her neck and placing a kiss there. The softness, the true desire Lucas saw in Angel’s eyes, made him wonder for the first time if she really even liked men. He’d never cared before; a lap dance was a lap dance and getting head was getting head.
“Place another hundred on the table and you can take me home for the night, beautiful. I’ll make you feel things this one never dreamed of,” Angel said, waving a dismissive hand toward him.
“Get out,” Big Country said, standing. “Get thefuckout, you traitorous cow, grinding your ass on my woman like you ain’t got no home training. What’s wrong with you?” He pulled Stormy from under Angel and placed her behind him. “Go on now,” he said, motioning Angel toward the exit.
Bemused, Angel snatched the money off the table and left, but not before turning to blow Stormy a kiss.
“Get!” Big Country shouted over Angel’s laughter.
“So, it was fine for you to have your fun but not me?” Stormy asked calmly, but there was fire in her eyes. His emotions were too volatile to argue with her right now.
Peeling $150 from his wallet, he left the money beside his empty platter, grabbed Stormy’s forearm and pulled her back downstairs and through the dancing crowd, ignoring her struggles to break free.
A shaggy-haired blond man latched onto Stormy’s waist and tried to pull her into a slow dance.
The level of pure disrespect he was facing tonight was out of control.
Lucas yanked Stormy behind him and crowded the other man’s space.
“Motherfucker, do you see me? Do I look like I’m somebody to be fucked with right now?”
“This ain’t about you. Looks like the lady’s not ready to leave, looks like she wants to be shown a good time and you ain’t the man she wants to have it with.”
Big Country’s hand shot out and wrapped around the man’s throat, lifting him until the tips of his toes scraped the floor.
“Let him down, son. Wes is drunk, he don’t mean no harm,” Claude called out from the edge of the dance floor, a shotgun cradled in his arms. A few of the locals stood behind him and looked ready for a fight.
This was Texas, after all.
“If another motherfucker tries to get between me and this woman, Claude, I will level this bitch to its foundation, burying all these sons of bitches in the rubble.”
“Fair enough,” Claude replied.
The man he had by the throat went lax and Big Country let his unconscious body fall to the floor.
Stormy tried to push Big Country out of the way, but he didn’t move, not till she was rushing toward the exit without him.
Chapter 9
Thunder rolled overhead.
