The minute he’s out of earshot, Maxie turns to me. “Don’t go giving me the fisheye. You were enjoying him before Mr. Bossy-Ass Biker came over.” Maxie points at Marisol. “But, girl, you laid him out flat.”
“Did you forget I come from a long line of bossy-ass men?” Marisol takes a sip of her lemon drop. “It’s a learned behavior.”
CHAPTER 12
DIESEL
I storm through the club, not really sure why I’m so pissed off, but I’m almost certain it has nothing to do with the prospect. Whatever the fuck his name is. The only thing I wanted to do tonight was hang out with the Bastards and get my drink on.
“Hey, what’s your hurry?” Chantel clamps onto my biceps and squeezes. “You didn’t forget my promise, did you?”
“Look, I don’t think . . .” I catch sight of Martina’s bare back in what could only be called a “fuck me dress.” Then I envision the prospect leaning in close to her.
Chantel narrows her eyes, daring me with a look that’ll send me straight to hell.
“Ready to make good on that promise?” I spin Chantel toward the back of the club, and she giggles. Fuck, I hate women who giggle.
I stop at one of the private rooms, nod to the bouncer, and he swipes his card over the key pad. The door pops open.
Just like two weeks ago with Martina. Only she was skittish and kinda timid.
The minute the door closes behind us, Chantel is on me.One hand on my shoulder while the other one pulls the strap of my belt.
“I hope you don’t have any trouble with breaking some rules.” She angles me to the couch, her hand working the tab on my jeans.
Martina’s wide, dark brown eyes replace Chantel’s cold silvery glare.
“‘Cause when it comes to you, I want to break all the rules.”
The Tropics has a strict policy. The private rooms are for lap dances only. No full-on nudity and no fucking. When a customer comes in with a girl, the bouncer remains inside the room, but with a patched member, the rules are waved and the bouncer stays outside.
Tonight, I wish to fuck the bouncer had stayed.
Chantel unties her bikini top, and her massive tits spill out. She throws it aside, then strips off her booty shorts, leaving on the thigh-high boots. Her movements are precise and practiced, making me wonder how many guys enjoyed this show before me.
“Like showing you exactly what I’m working with.” Her naked body straddles me with her knees on each side of my thighs. “Ya know, some of those bitches out there think they’re better than me, but they don’t know shit about what a man likes or wants.”
Her huge nipples are staring me right in the face, but my dick ain’t reacting, which is slightly disturbing.
“Yeah, there ain’t a guy in this place who isn’t hot for me.” She cups her enormous mounds. “Sometimes they just wanna come on my tits. This one guy last month wanted to squeeze his dick between my ass cheeks. Then last week, I fucked one guy doggie style while I sucked off his friend at the same time.” She grinds over me. “They came so hard, I had cum dripping outtaevery hole.” She nods at the door. “I throw a few bucks at the bouncer, and he stays outside.”
She grinds over me again, but all I can picture is the line of other guys who came before me. Even a condom wouldn’t save me here.
I shift on the leather couch, and she moves with me, definitely getting the wrong idea. She yanks down my zipper, and before she can reach her scary long nails into my pants, I yank her hand away.
“What the fuck?”
I grab her hips and lift her up and off me, dropping her on the couch cushion. “I can’t do this.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
I right my zipper, stand and fix my jeans.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. It’s just not gonna work.”
She stands with me, then cups my balls. “Baby, believe me, I can get it to work.”
