“Who fucks it?”
“Only you,” I reply.
“Fuck.Yeah. That’s right.”
Then, as if that’s all he’s needed, the string that had been holding his control together, though just barely, it snaps. And when it does, he fucks me just the way he promised. Hard. And not just hard. It’s fast.
The only noises in the room are the sounds of slapping skin and soft groans of pleasure coming from both of us, bouncing off the walls and coming back to meet our ears.
Then it happens.
The muscles in my legs begin to quiver. I’m close, so damn close again, and then it slams into me like a freight train going full speed, taking me by surprise.
I come.
Axton doesn’t stop, though. He continues to move hard and fast. My breath escapes me. It feels like it’s actually physically pushed from my lungs and there is absolutely nothing left. I don’t know how I don’t pass out.
I open my mouth and try to cry out as he continues to fuck me. Three more thrusts, and then he buries himself deep and stills. A groan, then a growl, escapes his throat as he comes deep inside me.
We’re both breathless and completely satisfied, at least I am. I could seriously get used to two orgasms before work. The twinge of soreness between my legs is going to be a constant reminder of Axton as I dance, and I’m not mad at that in the slightest.
Axton lowers his head, and his lips touch mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss.
“Fuck, Millie. I could live inside you forever.”
I would let him, too.
PIGGY
Sitting at the table, I lift my hand to call over a waitress. I don’t want to keep her from the rest of the floor, but water wouldn’t hurt. She asks for my order, and I slip her a twenty as I ask for a bottle of water. She hurries and places water in front of me without a word.
As I lean back in my chair, my gaze stays fixated on the stage. I have to go back to work in a few days, something I don’t want to do because that means desk duty, and fuck that shit to the moon and back.
As much as I would like to say that I’m ready to get back out on patrol, I can’t. My head is still fucking killing me, but nothing is going to keep me from being here while my woman works the stage, her pussy sore from me being inside her a few hours ago.
The lights dim, and I shift in my seat, my gaze focused on the stage, because my woman is next. The music grows louder as the lights begin to turn up, illuminating not just the stage but the woman in the center of it.
My woman.
The gold glitters on her body, shimmering beneath the lights. This woman is absolutely breathtaking. I still can’t fathom how thirty-two-year-old me let her walk away. I know it was because I was being prideful, egotistic, and immature. But fuck me, I still can’t believe I denied myself the absolute pleasure of having her with me. By my side and in my life.
I was more than an idiot. I don’t know what the word would be for more than a fool, but that’s exactly what I was.
“She’s pretty,” a deep voice I don’t instantly recognize murmurs next to me.
Tearing my eyes away from the stage, I look at the profile of the man sitting beside me. Rage instantly consumes me at the sight of him casually sitting there, his gaze fixated on my woman.
“Can I fucking help you?” I demand.
There is a moment of silence, a long one, before he finally shifts his attention from the stage to me. His gaze meets mine, and I see the challenge behind it.
“How’s your head feeling?” he asks, his lips twitching into a knowing smirk.
I want to punch him in the fucking face, and he knows I do, which is why he thinks this is hilarious. But instead of hitting him or shooting him in the head right here in the middle of the strip club while Millie dances on stage, I decide that a smile is better.
My lips curve up. The smile not only consumes my mouth, but I make sure my eyes join in the fun, searching his with nothing but humor. I can tell it bothers him. His cocky facade drops almost immediately.
“If you thought I didn’t realize it was you, and you’re telling me something new by asking me about my head, it’s fucking comical,” I state. He opens his mouth, no doubt to say something smart-assed, but I don’t allow it. I continue. “And if you think you’ll get away with anything, that is also very fucking comical.”
