Page 113 of Mistletoe Mischief

Sam sighed. “Well, hell, I guess I’ll go home, too. I was excited to see familiar faces, but I don’t want to interrupt your night.” Sam downed the rest of his drink and set it down. “I’ll see ya.”

Ryler gave Sam’s back a pitying look. “Maybe we should—”

“No,” Pike said.

“I just mean, we could—”

“Uh-uh.”

Ryler huffed. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“If it involves Sam, the answer is always no. The man is sex on a stick, and he already thinks you’re cute.”

“Really?” Ryler drawled.

“That’s it,” Pike said, finishing off his beer. “No dance for you.”

“Oh, come on, I was just kidding.”

“Nope.”

Ryler sucked down the rest of her drink and wrapped her arms around his neck, pouting. “Please, I was only teasing.”

“You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that to win back my dance moves.”

Ryler smiled up at him seductively. “Then let’s get out of here so I can show you how very contrite I am.”

Pike’s cock jerked with anticipation, but instead of taking her hand and leading her out the front door, he headed for the back.

“Where are we going?” she asked, sucking the last of her drink and abandoning it on the bar as they passed.

“I’m giving you what you asked for. A dance. Just keep your eyes forward.”

“What does that even mean?” she whispered.

“Trust me.”

When a burly man stopped them before a black curtain, Pike gave him a wad of cash and said, “Moonlight changes man.”

The man nodded and opened the curtain, pointing to a wall of keys. “Number thirteen.”

“Thanks,” Pike said, holding tight to her hand as they walked through the curtain. Pike picked up the keys, and they walked down a red-lit hallway.

“What is this place?” Ryler asked.

“It’s the den.” Pike opened the door to number thirteen and led Ryler inside before he locked it. Inside the small room was a couch, a chair, and an open door in the corner that revealed a small bathroom.

“Is this like a pay-by-the-hour hotel or something?” she asked.

“I told you the den is rougher. Most of the motorcycle guys are just passing through and want a place to just chillax before they move on. You just have to know the password to get in, which only members get via text every Friday night.”

Ryler shook her head. “This is very sex dungeon-esque.”

Pike pulled her in close and kissed her. “If we go home, Jo is going to need to go out, and she is going to cry and whine if I put her in the cage. At least this way when I dance for you, I won’t have a dog jumping all over me or making a whole lotta noise.”

“This is very Sons of Anarchy of you.” Ryler sat down on the couch, crossing one leg over her knee. “Where do you want me, big boy?”

Pike shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it over the back of the chair. “On the couch.”