Wide eyes from around the table turned on me, and in any other circumstances I might have been frightened to take on a club president like King, but the Harlots were here, and not only were they friends, but in a way, I was their property. They wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
King didn’t seem pissed, though. He leaned back against the seat and laughed, the rich sound loud enough to boom around the small area we were cooped up in. “You always were outspoken, weren’t you?”
“That’s how I got my nickname, honey, I bring the storm.” I winked. “Now, if you don’t mind, we have places to be.”
King waved his hand toward Casper, and Casper shook his head, standing up. He walked toward the bar. Had it been before this whole thing with Ross, I might have checked out his ass, even asked if he wanted a free ride. Now I had no interest. Ross was enough of a fantasy to enjoy myself with. I would have even let him stay for free, without sex, but I knew Ross enough to understand that he got off on the idea of paying to fuck, except now he was doing the paying with his body.
“Why do you have the keys behind the bar?” I asked when I saw Casper grab a set and walk back toward us.
“They’re a master key.” King shrugged. “It fits all the cuffs. Keys go missing all the time. It’s best to have a set, in case we have to get people out of… locked situations. Like yourPookie.” His boyfriend elbowed him, and King laughed again.
I snorted, but it made sense. When all sorts of fun was happening, it was expected that things went missing, and I wouldn’t want to be stuck because of lost keys. Casper unlocked Ross’s cuffs and snatched them from him, not taking the care to not yank them too hard, and I glared at him.
He grinned. “Sorry.”
But he wasn’t. The Kings were mad at Ross, that much was clear. They’d thought they had someone on the payroll to give them what they wanted, and now they were back to square one. If what Ross said was true, and Vane wouldn’t risk dealing with the club, then they didn’t have any kind of leverage. Of course that would piss them off.
“You should have kept your sex games at the Courtesan, or in your house, Mr. Ex-Mayor.” King leaned back and curled his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders, dragging the gorgeous, shaggy brunet closer.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you.” Ross rolled his eyes and shoved himself out of the booth. I followed, guilt for bringing him here gnawing in my belly. I’d thought this would be fun, to get away from the media circus trying to get the gossip about the newly released ex-mayor. The bikers shouldn’t have cared what Ross had done, but I hadn’t thought about the money that slipped into pockets to make things work in the city, either.
“Come on, Pookie. Let’s go.” I glared at King and flipped him the bird as we left, and the sound of his rough laughter followed us. The guy didn’t give a shit that Ross was no longer mayor, he’d simply wanted to get a reaction out of him, and now I was pissed off for Ross.
I said goodbye to Millie May, with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to catch up later, before I guided Ross out the front of the club and toward the garage where we’d parked. The streets were filled with partygoers enjoying their night, dressed to the nines and looking sexy as fuck. I’d never been the kind of person to judge a body size or the appearance of someone, because as a Courtesan I’d learned great sex came from the most unexpected people. Although, I’d always had a soft spot for Ross. His kinks aligned with mine, and he always treated me with respect.
“I’m sorry about King,” I said when we got to my SUV and I unlocked it. I slid in, hit the Start button, and flipped on the heat.
Ross rolled his shoulders and sighed, falling against the leather seat. “It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with him.”
“Did you really take money to make the second floor of Black Out happen?”
He nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I didn’t want the cops to find. Bribes on top of public lewdness? They would have had the time of their lives.”
“I’m sorry the cops were jerks.” I huffed.
“I kind of deserved it.” He sent me an amused grin. “I threw them in the mud when it came to the whole retraining thing last year.”
“I don’t know why it was surprising to them,” I argued as I put my foot on the gas and guided the car out of the parking spot. “If that happened in a corporate setting, the same thing would have gone down. HR would have retrained everyone.” Carefully, I eased the car forward toward the garage exit.
Ross shrugged but turned a sweet smile on me that made my heart race. “Thanks, by the way. For letting me stay with you. And paying for everything.”
I returned his smile. “Of course.” Clearing my throat, I continued. “You know, I’m going to say this once so we don’t… mess with what we have.” I held my breath for a moment as I reached the exit and had to fumble through getting out my credit card to take care of the time we’d been here. When I finally had the payment out of the way, the yellow-and-black striped bar before the street seemed to take forever to rise. “If you don’t want to have sex with me, I’d be happy to let you stay anyway. I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” I nodded once, eyed up the traffic, and punched the gas to get into the flow of vehicles.
Ross reached over and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together again and squeezing. His skin was softer than a lot of men’s hands I’d touched, and it was never clearer that he’d always worked in an office. I didn’t mind. “You gave me a safeword, Mister. If I wanted this to stop, I would make it stop.”
“But you don’t?” I asked hopefully, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
He laughed and the sound went straight to my groin, tightening the muscles in my belly from excitement. “No, I don’t. I’m your sex slave.” His tongue slid across his lips and his gaze slid down me slowly enough to make me shiver and nearly bump the wheels over a curb. “I want you to use me. Ride my dick. Whatever makes you happy. I’m yours.”
Pleasure slithered through me, and I let go of his hand so I could grab his crotch, giving his hardening cock a firm squeeze. “Do you really? Do you like the thought of being my Pookie? Ready to please me anytime?”
He groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck yeah.”
“Good.” I massaged his cock through his pants, and my hole clenched at the thought of that very same piece of meat inside me only half an hour earlier. “Because you’re mine until I say you’re not.”
His tongue poked out and he licked his lips as he gazed at me again, eyes clouded with a kind of passion that made my balls tingle. “Yes, Mister.”
“Do you want to suck my cock?”
