“What?” That snaps me out of the haze.
“Every time I lick this pussy till you break, I will see my name.”
“Wait a minute.”
“Nope.” He grabs my hips and spins me around, getting up and walking me over to a bureau.
“Noah,” I protest.
“Exactly,” he undoes his jeans and thrusts inside me.
“You can’t… use… sex to make… me… ohhh.” The words fall out of my head as he fucks me in that way he knows how to scramble my brain. He has me wrapped around his finger. Or his cock.
Maye it won’t be so bad having his name on me.
“So long… as you have… mine.”
He grips my hips and pushes in and out of me, making my words stutter, then presses his lips to my ear. “It will be right where every motherfucker can see it, Cherry. So they all know,” he thrusts harder and stops, holding there so he’s all I can feel, in and around me.
I fully expect him to say ‘your mine’he says it often enough, mostly while we’re having sex. But he surprises me this time.
“I’m yours, Cherry, and I always will be.”
Epilogue
Nashville
“Fuck yeah, that’s good.”
I close my eyes and rest my head against the leather seat back, one hand on my thigh, the other on the back of the woman’s head. I haven’t got a clue what her name is, she is one of the dancers here at Elegance. That’s what they’re called. Plain truth is, they’re strippers. It is a strip club after all.
It’s upscale though, so we call them dancers.
The last twenty-four hours have been a total head fuck. I still can’t believe Storm got away from us, a fact confirmed by Rebel after I left the Prez. I still don’t know how he manages to predict these things, but Nero has never been wrong.
I’m drawn out of those thoughts when the woman cups my balls and I thrust my hips a little harder. This isn’t expected of the dancers here but now and then, they give a little extra during a lap dance, for a small fee. Officers in the club don’t have to deal with that but I’ll give her something because she is practically sucking the flesh off my cock, in a good way.
I don’t fuck them, but the occasional blow job gets out some of the tension that comes along with being a part of the Blackhawk Disciples. And it’s been a hell of a time lately.
“Fuck,” I groan as she uses both hands, stroking me up and down and squeezing my balls, her mouth bobbing up and down faster. I bite down on my cheek as I come, she takes it all then sits back on her heels and looks up at me. It takes a moment to get my breath back.
“Thanks sweetheart,” I cup her chin. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an expert at that?”
“All the time,” she presses her palms on my knees to help her up.
That kind of takes away from the moment, but I did ask. In this line of business, she isn’t going to be coy about sex.
And without a care in the world, she’s butt ass naked in a pair of red heels that made me choose her when I got here looking for something to take the edge off. Her pussy is glistening but I’m done for now. I tuck my dick back in my pants and she takes a step back when I stand.
I watch her grab a robe from the hook by the door, slip her arms in and walk back out into the club, not even bothering to tie the sash so she’s fully on show.
That is the only kind of woman I can deal with right now. The ones who do what needs to be done and walk away without questioning me. And I do feel a hell of a lot more relaxed as I walk back into the bar. It’s quieter because it’s mid-afternoon but there are still some men in the booths, a couple of dancers up on the stage.
Beast is sitting at the bar and eyes me as I walk over and ask the bar tender for a beer. He sets it in front of me and heads to a waitress holding a tray. She’s wearing the uniform of the wait staff, an apron that about covers her tits and booty shorts that show off a lot of cheek.
I’ve never seen her before. Beast catches me looking and glares.
“New girl, started a couple of nights back.”
