That was what Beck said after I nearly gnawed off his finger. What he should have said waswhy?
He gave me what I asked for. What I needed. And I should have thanked him, not used him as a chew toy.
His cum was still inside me, at least what hadn’t oozed out onto my mattress. I needed to scrub him off me and out of me, body and mind, because the way he hurried out after assuring me he wouldn’t tell anyone he’d stuck his dick in the sad, beggar incubus had all but guaranteed our liaison was one and done.
It was better that way, I told myself as I tugged on shorts and a sweatshirt, then grabbed my shower tote from the top of my dresser.
I got what I needed, and Beck got… What did he get? An injury. And probably regret.
So, yes. Better not to go looking for a repeat performance.
The club was closed, and the other guys would be turning in soon. If I hurried, I might be able to rinse off and get back to bed without having to explain why I missed the curtain call.
Exiting my room, I shuffled down the hall with my ass clenched to keep the remaining fluid from running down my legs. Whatever else had happened tonight, one thing was clear: I was sated. The empty well that had been carved into my body was full at last, but how long would it stay that way?
How long would it be before Maslow noticed and took his due?
If the blood I’d swallowed hadn’t already made me queasy, thoughts of my boss would have. The newly constructed sex room was not the only place in the club with cameras. Maslow had eyes everywhere in the building. He would see that I’d taken a client from the executive suite and led him in the opposite direction from where I was supposed to. He would see Beck leaving after our entanglement, and he would wonder what happened.
I’d fumbled the whole thing from start to finish.Especiallythe finish where I’d bloodied a man, and all but ensured he would never bring his business here again. I didn’t charge him. I didn’t even know how much to ask for. It wasn’t like we posted prices for things.
In all honesty, Beck probably should have chargedmefor his medical bills.
I clutched the tote to my chest and entered thecommunal bathroom to the sounds of running water and a Rihanna song.
Steam clouded near the ceiling and fogged the mirror above the bay of sinks. Both shower stalls were occupied, with supplies hung on the doors to indicate who was inside. The boa-trimmed satin robe and powder-pink Gucci bag were dead giveaways for Darby. The music was his too, probably coming from a portable speaker in the stall with him.
The second door was crowned with a cowboy hat, and two pairs of boots were tipped over on the damp tile floor in front of it, no doubt belonging to Colt and Callum.
I could imagine Colt’s jokes about showering together to save water, and I wasn’t in the mood to hear them, so I didn’t interrupt. Instead, I went to the sink counter and set down my tote. Might as well rinse my mouth out while waiting for my turn to wash off.
The music blared along with Darby’s off-key accompaniment while I lined up my supplies on the countertop and set the faucet to a dribbling stream.
Loading my toothbrush with paste, I went to work. Foam bubbled around my teeth as I scrubbed relentlessly at my tongue. I reached as far back as I could go, hitting the same spot Beck’s fingers had touched and setting off my gag reflex. I coughed and spat into the sink, but right behind that clenching, heaving feeling came a rush of arousal. My cock stirred in my shorts.
That was new.
I paused for a moment, considering. Then, flipping the toothbrush to the flat side, I slid it slowly toward my throat, only stopping when I triggered another reactive gag. My ass clenched, my dick twitched, and I yanked the toothbrush free.
I was halfway hard again.
I made quick work of adjusting myself, then rinsed and spat before stopping to stare at the blur of my reflection.
I felt different.
Did I look different too?
Besides being generally debauched, everything appeared to be in order. Still, the ghosts of sensations remained.
The memory of fingers invading my mouth started my hands moving to the other parts of my body Beck had touched—my hips, my waist, my thighs, my neck… He’d been everywhere, skimming over my skin, leaving me warm and wanting.
Before tonight, the idea of being groped by a stranger had been unappealing, bordering on alarming. It happened often in the club. When we weren’t on stage, we were expected to mingle. Chat with customers, give lap dances, and the like. But clothing was its own kind of shield, and it gave me a measure of control. Taking that away, removing that minute protection, made me feel so vulnerable I could hardly stand it.
But Beck had filled me. It felt cliché to say he’d completed me, but that might have been true. I’d been deprived of something essential, something I found in him, and now I needed more. More of his smell and taste—the skin, not the blood.
Fuck.
Why did I bite him?
