“Get up here,” he growls as he reaches both hands beneath my arms.
My lips slide off of him with a pop when he pulls me up before he rolls to his back with me stretched out on top of him. When his hands drift to my thighs and spread them on either side of his waist, I roll my hips to coat his cock in my arousal.
“You ready for me to fill that pretty pussy?” His voice is raspy with want as he grabs my waist and lifts me until he’s notched at my entrance.
When I nod, he thrusts his hips up as he slams me down onto his thick erection, making me cry out at the sudden intrusion. He holds me still as we both adjust.
“Good girl,” he groans as my walls relax to accept him. “Now, ride me.”
Unlike my previous partners, he doesn’t just lie there while I do all the work. He moves his hips with me, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. When my thighs begin to tremble, he flips us so that I’m on my back before pulling my thighs high on his hips.
“That’s it.” He pushes up on his hands to look down between our bodies as he drives into me. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
When I push up on my elbows to follow his gaze, the sight, along with his praise, has me moaning through an orgasm even more intense than the one he gave me yesterday. Just as it peaks, he pulls out and flips our positions again before spinning me to face the mirror and pulling me back down onto him.
“Look at us,” he demands as he wraps his arms around my waist to fuck me from the bottom.
I do as he says and the sight of me spread open is erotic. Especially with his thick tattooed arms encircling my waist. The view, combined with him hitting the magic place inside of me, has me racing toward the edge again.
“I’ve wanted you like this since I saw you failing to finish with that asshat six months ago,” he whispers in my ear before taking it between his teeth and nipping just hard enough to give me the bite of pain I crave. When I let out a whimper, he chuckles darkly. “Now that you know you’re mine, you’ll never. Not. Finish. Again.” He thrusts into me harder between each word, nearly pushing me over the edge.
“Dean,” I cry out in a mixture of intense pleasure and fear of the sensations flooding my body.
When he realizes I’m holding back, he circles my clit with his fingers as his other hand snakes up between my breasts to collar my throat. He bends his knees to hold me open as my entire body begins to convulse.
“Give it to me, so I can fill you up,” he growls before biting the side of my neck and pushing me over the edge.
Tears streak down my face as I gush around him until he grips my hips as he comes with a growl.
He scoots back to lean against the headboard before turning me in his arms and cradling me in his lap as he kisses my tear-streaked face.
Neither of us speak as we catch our breath and bask in the realization that we really are perfect together.
After a shower and a brief nap,Dean and I went to the club to prepare for tonight’s opening. Dean had already hired the bartenders, waitresses, and bouncers. But he insisted that I was in charge of the dancers. So, while he was going over the operation protocols with the current staff, I reviewed the applications for the dancers coming in to audition. Some of them have some minor training, but most of them are women just trying to find a way to pay the bills.
Dean wanted to dismiss any with a history of domestic situations that could cause trouble, but I insisted that they were probably the ones who needed this job the most. When Iexplained that giving them a place to feel safe would make them the most loyal employees, he relented.
After the auditions and interviews, we ended up with ten dancers to alternate shifts. They will all work tonight since it’s opening night. Then, there will be three dancers Sunday through Thursday, and five on Friday and Saturday. As the co-owner and main attraction, I’ll danceeverynight.
I go over the security protocols and rules with the dancers. Customers aren’t allowed to touch the dancers, the dancers aren’t allowed to trade sex for money with the customers, and the dancers are to wait for a member of security to escort them to their ride at the end of the night. Other than that, they are free to choose their own ensembles, music, and routines as long as they fit with the vibe of the club. Then, I led them to the dressing room to choose their stations and get ready for tonight.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Dean
“Are you ready for this?” Mac asks as he takes the seat next to me at the VIP table.
I shake my head as I swirl the glass in my hand before taking a sip of the amber liquid. I’ve spent the night mingling with customers while keeping one eye on the dancers and waitresses. Sloan has been hidden away in the back, helping the dancers navigate their wardrobes and song choices. But knowing it’s almost time for her performance, I decided to have something stronger than the water I’ve been sipping all night. I’ll need it to stop myself from shooting the first fucker who catcalls her the way the men have been doing to the other dancers all night.
“Incoming, boss,” my doorman says through the Bluetooth com in my ear. “Riders. A lot of them, pulling into the lot now.”
My gaze shoots to Mac, knowing he would have heard the same message. He pulls his phone out to check the security feed while I go to war with myself. Half of me wants to run to the entrance to see who’s coming in; the other half wants to stay in front of the stage to protect my woman when she steps out.
“Hounds or Soldiers?” I ask Mac, referring to the two motorcycle clubs in Tennessee.
The Forged Soldiers are local, and I’m hoping with everything in me, it’s them since they have an honor code I can get behind. I don’t want the Hell Hounds anywhere near Sloan in general, let alone when she’s dancing to entice men to want her.
“Both,” Mac replies and I watch as his dark skin pales. “It looks like the Soldiers got word the Hounds were on their turf and they’re following them in.”
