The only flashing bulb is the street light that flickers because the city has yet to replace it.
She pauses at the door with her hand on the handle, glancing at her watch. “Ten. No, twelve minutes. I really think this outfit is going to have you in that office pre-tty quick-ly.”
“You wouldn’t try to make it happen, would you?”
She places a hand on my shoulder and tilts her head to the side. “Ev. Do you really think I’d do that?”
“One thousand times, yes.” I swear, she’s made it her mission to get me in their office on my back or on my knees every time we come here. She’s like the best friend who likes to spend your money when you go out shopping, only with her, she likes to see how many dicks she can get stuffed in me. It’s not a horrible thing… but, damn. I could understand why my pussy pleasure was her mission after Rich and I broke up, but now… I think it’s just a game to see how far she can push the guys, mostly Jax. They seem to have this love-hate kind of relationship. They like each other, but constantly make digs or try to piss the other one off. It’s usually Jax making the digs, because Lizzy is purposefully trying to get a rise out of him, but they both give as much as they get and Knox eggs it on. He thinks it’s hysterical.
“Ready?” she asks before turning the handle.
With my stomach twisting in equal parts excitement and nerves, I nod.
“Let’s go, bro!”
EVERLEE - DROWN ME
Thethumpingmusicfeelslike home as it pulses through my body causing my skin to tingle with excitement.
“Home, sweet home,” Lizzy sighs, holding her arms in the air.
We’re in a dark hallway, with only one door to the right, painted in black and easy to miss aside from the illuminated keypad. Emmett showed me that room last week, but I don’t remember much because my eyes were rolled into the back of my head. There were shelves. I do remember those, because he tied my wrists to the top shelf and then went down on me.
Heaven.
We decide to pass the set of back stairs that go to the second floor and do a quick sweep of the main floor to see who’s working the bar. It had been Low for the last month or so, but I know she’s hoping to get VIP tonight. I’ve said nothing to the guys about it, because I try to keep their work and our personal lives separate at the house.
Lizzy pushes her way through the crowd at the bar and looks down it before she turns back to me. “I don’t see her.”
I pump my brows. “Maybe she got VIP tonight.”
“What can I get you both?” A man asks, sauntering over flashing a bright smile. He has tattoos on both his arms and a piercing through his eyebrow and has those boyish good looks with his blonde, spiked, hair. I think his name is Thomas, but he’s only been here a few weeks, along with two others down at the other end of the bar.
With the upcoming vacation, the purchase of Allure, and the extra day they plan on adding to the week after Fourth of July week, they have stocked up on staff to make it a smooth transition. The club has absolutely been killing it lately, and Lizzy was right. The socials are going crazy over them and they have even allowed her to help manage it, since they have little interest and they know Lizzy will crush it. She’s doing it in exchange for a free bar tab, which I told them was dangerous, but she’s been surprisingly responsible.
The guys have all but faux-fired Emmett from working here, because between Bo’s, Allure, and Vixen, he was running himself ragged. Low has stepped up and was recently promoted to bar manager. This was a big step for the guys, but I think they’re starting to look at more long-term plans, which is nice, plus they’ve been working a ton and we were hardly seeing each other. Which may have been their plan all along, because as a result I’ve practically been living at their house, so while it isn’t official… I’ve moved in. Most all of my stuff is over there except for a few items. The outfit tonight was pretty much the only clothing at my house, because I didn’t trust Snoop McSnoops Knox not to find it.
Lizzy hands me a lemon drop martini with a sugar rim. Since Emmett has introduced me to Old Fashioned’s, these sugar rimmed drinks are almost too sweet, but I won’t tell Lizzy that. She still loves them, and I love her. So…
But I will have to switch to the Old Fashioned when we get upstairs with Emmett- it’s his last official night bartending and even now he’s really just supposed to be supervising. Fortunately, he’s been teaching Low his recipe, since it’s my favorite. I still haven’t been able to sway Lizzy to the dark side, but it’s ok. More for me.
The chilly edge of the martini glass hits my lips at the same time I feel a prickling on the back of my neck. I tip the glass up and savor the drink, before swallowing it and turning around to find those delicious fierce blue eyes staring at me from upstairs. His face is taut and his jaw is clenched.
He’s not happy.
I wiggle my fingers at him in a flirtatious wave, and he returns my gesture with an unblinking glare. Oh, he’s really pissed, which means I hit the mark. If he didn’t want me testing him like this, then he should really work on that look, because goddamn, he’s looking so fuckable right now. Where is Knox when I need him? He’s my cheerleader when Jax and Callum are trying to control me.
Callum points at me, then points at the floor beside him, with staccato-like movements. When I don’t move, his eyes widen and his teeth slip over his lip, causing a tingle to move up my spine through my nipples. The devil on my shoulder urges me to keep pressing because fuck… I need him to dominate me, but I will not go gentle into this great fuck. I blink slowly and hold my glass up, cheersing him before taking another sip. The drink nearly flies out of my mouth when the vibration in my ass catches me off guard.
That fucker.
I’d completely forgot about the butt plug.
The vibration stops and I look up at him, and again, he points at me to come up to him.
Excitement fans the flames within as I cautiously take another sip of my drink and turn to look at Lizzy and lean over to whisper to her. “Callum isn’t a fan of the outfit.”
She holds my shoulder. “Oh, he loves the outfit, just not with everyone else-” She stops talking and looks over my shoulder before pulling her face.
