Wrapping his arms around my waist he pulls me in for another hot kiss, grabbing my thigh to rock his cock against me. I can't stop myself from melting and moaning against his lips.
He's warm, smells great and tastes delicious. Like mint, whiskey, and vanilla.
The door beside us bangs open and two men stumble out, laughing and shoving one another. They are beyond trashed and don't seem to notice us.
Rock yanks me aside just in time to avoid an elbow to the tit.
“You should…” I point and he sighs, nodding. He gives me one more kiss, then releases me and follows them to make sure they aren't about to get into a vehicle hammered, or start a fight.
I don't need the local sheriff at my door, bitching again about DUIs and not calling cabs.
Other bars wouldn't bother, but I care too much about innocent lives being taken by a drunk.
Plus my club isn't the place to drink your sorrows away. It's where you go to fulfill your deepest desires.
I lean against the concrete wall and look at the holiday decorations across the street, trying to catch my breath. I have a stupid grin on my lips. I'm glad no one can see me right now.
Damn, that man can kiss.
I'm about to go back inside when Rosie peeks her head out the door, and she's frowning. Never a good sign.
Looks like my break is over.
Rock
I grab the last lingering customers from the VIP rooms, and walk them to their Ubers. One guy with shaggy black hair and motor oil stains on the tips of his fingers, hands me his whole wallet. “Keep the change,” he mumbles, and I grunt.
I hand it back to him and nod at his driver. Thankfully it's someone I know. A regular from the bar, and he won't try to scam the man who's wasted.
“Get him home, Jeff,” I order, and he mock-salutes me.
Once the taillights are in the distance, I walk back inside and help the girls clean up. Rosie hands me a Jack and Coke, and I gratefully take it.
It's been a long night. Christmas is right around the corner, and the club gets busy. CEOs like to host their holiday parties here.
I don't get why since it's essentially a BDSM joint. Though Shina keeps it classy. There are different levels of kink to choose from.
Fantasies past your wildest dreams. Lucky exits a room and gives me a wave. I nod at her, then take a big sip of my drink.
It burns going down and I smile. Shina always has the best liquor.
Lucky moves over to the bar. She's got her hair tied up in a tight bun and has thrown some designer sweat suit on over her lingerie.
She sighs and drops her purse on the bartop. “I am looking forward to the break,” she says, then reaches over the countertop for a mug and the soda hose, yawning.
“I could have got that for you, sweetie,” Rosie murmurs, rushing from the back room to help.
“I'm good. I just needed something to sip on. The last client liked being screamed at while paddled. My throat is sore, and Kian has plans for it later.” She winks, and Rosie laughs, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“Girl, your stepbrother is so fire. I'm jealous.” She sighs wistfully and stares out at the empty stage, gleaming in the dim lights.
Patience, aka Lucky, laughs and shakes her head. “I've been blessed with a good man. Though keeping our relationship secret sucks sometimes.”
“Are you kidding?” Rosie snaps back. “That only makes it hotter. Like clandestine meetings and shit.”
“Yeah, it can be really hot at times. But hey, you have a sexy firefighter,” Patience points out, and Rosie's cheeks turn crimson now as she bites her bottom lip.
I chuckle and grab the rag Rosie forgot about on the counter, then walk over to some of the small tables by the stage.
