Chapter 4
4
DARREN
T uck had been out of the hospital for a week and you’d think he’d be happy about it. He would be if he didn’t have to listen to Kylie and Darren sneaking around the house fucking. He imagined they thought they were doing him a favor by not fucking where he could see them, but they’d be wrong. He’d jacked off more this week, listening to the two of them going at it than he had in…he couldn’t remember how long. At his discharge, the doctor said no sex until he had a follow up visit with him in two weeks, but Tuck didn’t think he could make it that long. Not with the way Kylie roamed around the house half naked all the time. For fuck’s sake, he’d been having a hard on since they brought him home.
No, they didn’t end up getting her a nurse’s uniform to wear while giving him a sponge bath, but the way she wore his t-shirts and her skimpy panties was enough to drive him crazy. If he didn’t get to have sex for another week, he wasn’t going to make it. He needed relief. Hell, he’d take a blowjob or even a hand job at this point.
Currently, the three of them were sitting on the couch watching something on TV. He had no idea what it was and he doubted Kylie or Darren knew, either. She sat between the two of them, leaning her shoulder into his side, his arm wrapped around her. She had one leg tucked up on the couch and the other laying straight out onto Darren’s lap. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his friend’s hand skimming along her leg from ankle to knee and higher, traveling closer and closer to her panty-covered pussy. He was getting her wound up; her tits were rising and falling quicker the more excited she got. Her nipples were so hard, he didn’t understand how they weren’t poking through the soft material of the t-shirt she’d stolen from Darren. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he could swear he smelled her arousal.
“I think I’m going to go take a shower before bed.” She pulled her leg away from Darren, turned to drop a kiss on Tuck’s lips and took off. He counted to ten, knowing Darren was going to pop up with some lame reason, disappearing for longer than whatever he said he was going to do would require.
Sure enough, Darren stood up. “You want anything to drink?” Although he was speaking to Tuck, his eyes were fixed on the hall where Kylie disappeared.
“Yeah. I’ll take a Molotov cocktail.”
“Okay. Be back in a minute.” See. He hadn’t heard a word Tuck said, so fixated on getting to Kylie. He disappeared without a backward glance.
“Fuck this shit.” Tuck got up, his injured leg stiff. He gritted his teeth as sore stomach muscles from his surgery protested his movement. With a little more effort than he’d like, he finally got up. Thank God he started physical therapy next week.
He made it to the bedroom just as Darren was closing the bathroom door behind his naked ass. That’s it. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“If you’re going to fuck, the least you can do is do it out here so I can watch!” he yelled toward the door as he stripped his clothes off. He yanked his shirt over his head, then winced at the pull in his side. He pushed the blankets down the bed, shoved his sweats below his ass, then sat on the bed and worked them the rest of the way down. That was the first time he’d undressed himself without Kylie’s help and he had to say, it hurt like a son of a bitch. At this point, he was too fucking horny to care.
He was positioning his back against the headboard when the bathroom door opened. They were both dry and naked and grinning his direction. Apparently, he’d caught them before they got into the shower. If they were actually going to take a shower.
“Are you sure you want to watch us?” Kylie’s face was a pretty shade of pink. Was she embarrassed?
“Yes. Get your ass over here and let me watch. Hell, I’ve been in here jacking off when the two of you try and sneak off to fuck.” He speared them with a frown. “I can hear you, you know.” He patted the middle of the bed. “Come on. Get in bed.”
Kylie turned to Darren, who shrugged. He was a guy. Guys didn’t care where they fucked as long as they got to fuck. Case in point, Tuck was about to die if he didn’t get to get off.
Kylie smiled wide at him as she climbed onto the bed one knee at a time. She started to lie down on Darren’s side, but Tuck wanted her closer so he could touch her. “In the middle.”
She scooted closer. Leaning down, she kissed him before she lay down. The feel of her soft lips against his own and her hard nipples digging into his chest perked his dick right up. He held her in place with his hands buried in her hair and slipped his tongue inside. Her hungry moan was music to his ears.
When he pulled away, he touched his forehead to hers. “Fuck. I miss you.” He took a stuttering breath and eased her back. “Go on. Let Darren fuck you. I want watch you come.”
A fierce heat burned in her eyes as she moved to the middle of the bed while staying within touching distance.
His eyes took a leisurely path from her slightly parted lips, down her curved neck, across her ample tits and their hard peaks. From there, his eyes drifted over her growing belly to her pussy. It was already glistening with arousal and he had to swallow hard, his throat suddenly dry. “You’re so beautiful, Kylie Jo. How did I ever get so lucky?”
She reached out and cupped the side of his face with her hand. “We all three got lucky.”
“That we did, baby,” Tuck agreed.
“Fuck our woman, Darren. She’s looking awfully needy.” He kissed the palm of her hand, then lowered it to his dick. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she gave it a playful squeeze.
Darren didn’t have to be told twice. He gripped his hard cock and ran it through her wet folds before notching it at the entrance. Tuck watched Kylie’s face, not wanting to miss the moment Darren entered her fully. Her eyes widened and her back arched on a gasp. He loved that look.
Darren hooked her legs over his arms and proceeded to fuck Kylie. He flexed his hips in and out slow at first, then picked up speed. Holy shit, watching Kylie’s pussy take Darren got him going. Kylie continued to pump Tuck’s dick with her hand. His gaze dropped to Kylie’s and was surprised to see the hunger in her eyes as she stared at his cock. She licked her lips like she desperately wanted to get her mouth on it. “You wanna suck my cock, baby?”
She nodded her head vigorously. “Yes.”
Darren stopped and pulled his cock out. He helped Kylie get on her hands and knees between Tuck’s spread legs. Gathering her hair in his hand, he said, “Go ahead, baby. Suck it.”
She ran her tongue on the underside of his dick from base to tip, humming the whole way. She did it a few more times, then said, “I’ve missed this so much, Tuck.”
“Fuck. Me, too,” Tuck forced through gritted teeth. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as she took him into her mouth and his dick touched the back of her throat. “Holy shit! That feels good.”
“Let me know if I hurt you.” She was always worried he was going to overdo it and reinjure himself. He hated to tell her, but he didn’t care if his pain was a ten out of ten, as long as she kept sucking his cock, he’d deal with the pain after he came. From the way Darren was smiling, he knew exactly what he was thinking.
The moan that she let loose as Darren entered her from behind felt like a vibration against his cock, adding to Tuck’s pleasure.
“Did you miss Tuck’s cock, Kylie?” Darren rubbed his hand up and down her back.
“Mmmm. Yes.” She swirled her tongue around the tip. “Fuck me hard, Darren,” she demanded.
“Anything you want, babe.” Darren thrust into her hard and fast, just like she liked it. “Tuck, pinch her nipples,” he said as one of his hands slipped around Kylie and between her legs. He must have found her clit because her mouth opened wider as she gasped, taking Tuck deeper into her throat.
“Holy shit. I’m gonna come. I can’t hold out much longer. Been too long.” He’d feel bad if it was just the two of them, but Darren would more than make it up to her after Tuck blew his load. He wanted to thrust up into her mouth so bad, but he just couldn’t do it. Clenching her hair a little tighter, he worked her head up and down his dick the way he wanted, careful not to hurt her.
Kylie doubled her efforts and had him shooting his cum down her throat. “Goddamn, woman.”
“That’s it, Kylie. Drain him dry,” Darren cheered her on.
Completely spent and way more relaxed than he’d been since leaving the hospital, he released her hair. She immediately threw her head back and moaned, “God yes, Darren. Fuck me harder.”
Unable to deny Kylie anything, his friend wrapped an arm around her front, across the top of her chest with his hand gripping the opposite shoulder. He pulled her up so that her back was to his front, giving Tuck a clear view of her pussy wrapped around Darren’s dick. “Scoot this way so I can get to her tits.”
With his arms still around Kylie and his cock still planted deep, they did as he asked and moved close enough that Tuck could reach her nipples easily. Once they were situated, Darren’s hand moved back between her legs and picked up where he left off, working her clit. Fuck, she was gorgeous the way she completely surrendered to the sensations they were forcing on her. Her dark lashes fluttered open, pinning Tuck with enough hunger it damn near burned him to ashes.
She was so fucking close and he knew exactly what it would take to make her come. A hard tweak of her nipples and she was falling over the edge, screaming in ecstasy.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking come for us,” Darren growled. He kept up his punishing pace, determined to get every last ripple of her orgasm out of her quivering pussy. Unable to hold back any longer, he buried himself deep and shouted his release into her neck before he fell back on his bent legs with Kylie still impaled on his cock. She looked completely exhausted, but well satisfied.
“Did she pass out?” he smiled and asked Darren.
Darren checked on her. “No. I think she’s just really relaxed now.”
“Mmm. I missed this,” she said as her eyes cracked open. “I missed having you both in my bed.”
Tuck had missed it, too. He waited until Darren had gone to the bathroom and gotten a warm wash cloth and seen to Kylie before he pulled her into his side. She was out like a light in no time.
Darren got into bed lying on his side and smiled at the way Kylie was tucked into Tuck’s side. “So how bad did that hurt?”
Tuck tried not to laugh, but failed. He placed a hand over his side and grinned. “Like a son of a bitch, but it was worth it.”
JED
Jed, Tulsa and Lance decided to visit Bottom’s Up and have a little fun, seeing as they might not be around for a while to enjoy the lovely ladies shaking their asses off on stage. As of tomorrow, Tulsa and Lance were heading to Taos, New Mexico to do a little recon on those fuckers, the Phantom Furies. Chris wasn’t going this round, but wanted to join in the fun anyway so he tagged along.
As for Jed, he’d come up with the idea that he would seek out Sadie Swallow and find a way to insinuate himself into her life. They weren’t exactly sure how she was connected to the Phantoms yet, other than her name was on different property leases in Redemption and one in Taos. Whether or not she was aware that she was responsible for all those properties remained to be seen. If she was and had stupidly used her own real name, that wasn’t good for her. If she was unaware that her name was on those leases, as he suspected, the woman was in way over her head and it was his job to figure it out.
The opening strains to AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” started to play, directing their attention toward the main stage. From the shadows they were only able to make out the faint outline of one of the dancers and what looked like a prop in front of the curtain. Like a lightning strike, a spotlight snapped on, illuminating Tessa sitting on a smaller version of a mechanical bull. She was wearing a blue and white costume similar to one of the Dallas Cowboys cheerleader uniforms, tall white boots and all. Her natural dark hair was half up with the other half falling seductively around her shoulders. She flashed the crowd a sassy smile and mounted the bull, swinging a long, lean leg over the saddle. With a nod to signal she was ready, the bull started its slow spinning and bucking motion.
Just like the professional bull riders he’d seen at the county fair growing up, she gripped the pommel with one hand and raised her other arm in the air above her head while rocking and gyrating in the saddle. Her hips moved forward and backward in perfect rhythm with the bull. It was fucking hypnotizing. So much so, his dick started to stir. From the way Tulsa was squirming, he was falling under her spell, too.
This being their last night in Redemption for a while, maybe he should invite Tessa back to the clubhouse tonight for a little cowgirl action. He’d have to see to it before one of these knuckleheads beat him to it or he might have to compromise and share her with one or both of them.
The bull slowed until it came to a stop, the music still playing. Tessa swung her leg up and over the bull, gracefully landing on her high-heeled boots. She moved down the stage in perfect time to the song, ripping her shirt open along the way. She had on a white lacy bra beneath the shirt and as she proceeded to shimmy out of her short shorts, she had on a matching white lace g- string. She did a few twirls around the pole and some sexy dance moves, slipped her bra off and shook her tits at the crowd, and the song was over.
Holy hell. Was it hot in here or was it just him?
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but my dick is about to punch out of my jeans after that little number.” Tulsa, always one to goof around, rubbed his cold beer along his forehead.
So, no, Jed wasn’t the only one getting worked up. Scanning the crowd, he found the entire audience was feeling the same pain. He almost choked on his beer at the severe frown on Lance’s face and the way he was trying to find a more comfortable position in his chair. What made it even funnier was Chris losing it and laughing his ass off at their brother’s obvious discomfort.
Their waitress, Violet, stopped by their table while the next girl was getting ready to come out on stage and asked if they needed another round. Jed asked her to bring four more and a round of shots.
While they waited for their drinks, Warrant’s “Cherry Pie” blasted through the speakers at the same time the spotlight blinked on revealing a dancer he’d never seen before. Her costume consisted of a short-sleeve white button-up shirt tied just under her tits. Not only did it give him a generous amount of tan tight stomach to gaze upon, but it also revealed some very nice cleavage. Below that expanse of creamy, smooth skin she wore a red plaid, pleated skirt with a big gold buckle on her right hip, the length of which barely covered her ass cheeks. His gaze slid farther down, taking in her long, lean, shapely legs and ended at her shiny black platform high-heeled shoes. All that and her black hair pulled into two low ponytails, and she looked like an innocent school girl. Until he took in her bright red nails and lipstick. That just reeked of all kinds of naughty naughty.
His eyes were glued to the sultry sway of her hips as she advanced down the stage in time to the music. She passed the pole, stopped, moved her hips in a wide circle and slammed her closed fists onto her hips. Turning her back to the audience, she did another hip roll, making sure to stick her ass out and giving the crowd a quick glimpse of her smooth, flawless globes beneath her tiny skirt. Tossing back her head, she flung her arms to the sides before giving the crowd a side view. With her fists together in a right angle in front of her, she fell to her knees, slapped the floor and fell to her side with a big flourish of dark raven hair. She rolled to her hip, got her feet beneath her hand and popped up so that her legs were straight and her ass was in the air. Slowly rising to a standing position, she seductively slid her hand up her side and bit into her full bottom lip.
From there she sashayed her way to the pole, gripped the pole with one hand, smacked her ass with the other, then did a dip, bounced back up and arched her back while thrusting her hips toward the pole in one smooth, hot as hell move.
Next, she leaned her back against the pole, gripped it above her head and kicked her legs above her so she could wrap one leg around it by the back of the knee. She did the splits upside down and in the air with her hands secured to the pole below her, then glided slowly down until her hands came to a rest on the floor. She untangled her legs one at a time, like she was doing some gymnastic trick so that she was free of the pole. Squatting on her heels, her hands flat on the floor in front of her, she once again popped her ass up in the air at the same time her head popped up. Her bright smile told him she was enjoying herself as she flirted and teased the crowd. From the looks of it, the audience was enjoying it, too. They appeared to be captivated and sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting to see what she’d do next.
Strutting to the front of the stage, she turned her back to the audience and teased them over her shoulder while working the buttons on the front of her shirt. She parted the two sides dramatically, then turned to face the front again, twirling her shirt in one hand. Damn. Cheers and wolf whistles erupted from the tables. Her bra was sheer red with beads or crystals over her nipples, giving the impression of pasties. She danced around a bit then reached for the gold buckle at her hip, removing it with a bit of showmanship.
Jed rubbed his hand over his mouth, his throat suddenly gone dry.
As he stared transfixed, she returned to the pole, leaned her back against it and slid down. When her ass hit her heels, she settled both hands on her knees and spread them open, winking at the audience. Leaning into a crawling position, she moved across the stage like a feline on the hunt, then rolled to her back and thrust her hips in the air as her hands slapped the stage at her sides. The crowd went wild. She danced a bit more, then suddenly, the routine was over and she was leaving the stage.
Violet returned about that time with their drinks. She laughed and shook her head. “You like the new girl, I take it?”
Jed realized at this point that his mouth was hanging open like some goob who’d finally seen his first semi-naked woman. Thankfully, glancing at his friends, he found them looking much the same as he must. He cleared his throat and thanked her for their drinks. “Yeah. Who is she and how long has she been working here?”
“Her name is Avery and she’s been working here for about three weeks I think.”
“Why haven’t I ever seen her before?”
“She only works Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays.” Violet passed out the shots. “She’s getting to be really popular. They’re thinking of offering her weekends when Denise leaves.”
“Denise is leaving?” Tulsa leaned forward to be heard over the loud music.
“Yeah, she’s getting married to a lawyer she met here. He told her she could quit and be a stay at home mom.” Violet’s wistful smile said she wished she’d be as lucky and find a rich man to take care of her, too. Jed couldn’t fault any of the women working here for that dream despite how well the Sons took care of their employees. Who wouldn’t pass up the idea of not having to work nights and weekends, especially since he knew Denise had a young son at home she was raising all by herself. He truly hoped it worked out well for her.
“Do me a favor? Ask her to meet me upstairs for a lap dance in one of the VIP rooms.” Jed wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he did know that he needed to meet this woman.
“Sure thing.” The waitress hurried off to do as he asked.
“You’re going to fuck the new girl?” Chris smiled behind his beer.
Jed shrugged. “If she’ll let me.” He got up, took his beer with him and headed upstairs to the VIP rooms.
At the top of the stairs he got Nick, the bouncer, to let him into one of the rooms. As he started to pass through the door Nick held open, he declined the condom the bouncer held between two fingers. “No thanks. Got my own.”
Bottom’s Up provided excellent benefits and a safe working environment. The girls never had to do anything they weren’t comfortable doing. Having sex with customers wasn’t a requirement for their job, unlike when Chet was the manager here. The fucker forced the dancers to have sex with him in his office in order to keep their jobs. The worst part was when he lured them to his office under the guise of needing to discuss something work related. He’d manipulate them into having sex with him and the bastard would video tape it and send it to his fellow Phantom Furies to watch. Yeah, having a Phantom working in a club owned by the Sons for as long as he did still stuck in everyone’s craw. He still didn’t understand how that had happened. All that mattered was Kylie was able to get the Sons their money back, delete any videos of the women circulating around the internet and Chet was stone cold dead.
When Avery came up to this room, Jed wouldn’t force her into having sex with him or make her feel she had to just because he was part owner. He would feel her out to see if she was willing to take things all the way or if she would strictly stick to a lap dance. Whatever she decided, it was her decision in the end. If he were a customer and decided to push things further than the woman was willing to go, one of the bouncers in the VIP section would be in the room tossing his sorry ass out and then ban the man from ever returning to the club again. His picture would go up on a wall next to the front door as a reminder for the crew to not let him back inside. If the man pushed it, the club gave the staff at Bottom’s Up permission to kick the fucker’s ass. If the idiot still didn’t get the message, the Sons would pay him a visit he would never forget.
Looking around the room, he took it in as if it was the first time he was seeing it. It was purposely dark and decadent. Everything from the furniture to the colors was meant to make you want to lose all inhibitions and enjoy the hedonistic persona inside you. They’d let the women who’d be bringing customers up here have a hand in designing everything.
Against the wall, directly in front of him was a king-size bed covered in black satin sheets and pillows. To his left was a deep red leather couch with a black enamel coffee table in front of it. To his right a matching red leather armless chair sat facing a dance pole. The walls and ceiling were black with neon blue rope lighting around the perimeter at both the ceiling and floor. There was also small white lights in the ceiling making it feel like the night sky. The floor was a medium gray and bare of any rugs or carpet. He decided to have a seat in the armless chair and wait since he’d asked for a lap dance. If he could talk her into more, they’d move to the bed. And after seeing that raven beauty dance, he’d love nothing more than fuck her in that bed. Tonight was his last night in Redemption for a while and rolling in the sheets with her would be a perfect send off.
The door swung open and Avery entered, now dressed in a short-sleeved green dress that was tied closed under her left breast. Her hair was free of ponytails and she wore silver strappy high-heeled sandals. She still wore the same stage makeup and he thought that was a shame. He’d like to see her face clear of makeup. He bet she was even prettier without it.
She closed the door behind her, but didn’t move any farther into the room. “Hi. Violet said you wanted a lap dance?”
“Yes.” He remained seated in his chair, his hands on his thighs.
“I should probably give you a heads up. I only give lap dances. Nothing else. If you’re in the mood for something else, I can get one of the other girls for you.” She hitched a thumb over her shoulder and nibbled her lower lip like she was nervous.
“No. All I want is a lap dance.”
“Okay.” She smiled and appeared to relax a little. Not much, but a little. She moved to the mini jukebox hanging on the wall close to the door and pushed some buttons, picking a song. Genuwine’s “Pony” started playing through the speakers.
Jed liked the song. It was smooth and sensuous. He could hardly wait to see what she’d do with it.
“What’s your name?” He already knew that, but for some reason, he felt compelled to get her to talk to him. Any other time, he’d sit back and enjoy the show, no talking required.
“Avery.
“Jed.”
“Nice to meet you, Jed.”
This close up she was taller than he expected. On stage, her already long legs had looked even longer in the high heels. Seeing her now, he guessed her height to be around five feet eight inches when she took her shoes off. With the shoes, she would be only a couple of inches or so shorter than him. He loved a tall woman. It meant he didn’t have to bend in half to kiss her. Not that he’d be kissing Avery today.
With her eyes closed, she slowly swayed to the music, almost as if lost in her own little world. She ran her hand down the side of her head, down her smooth cheek, along her neck, between her gorgeous tits and skimmed it off her hip. She did a slow turn with an exaggerated move of her hips thrown in for good measure. With her back to Jed, she slowly moved her hips from side to side for several beats. He held his breath, all of his attention on her ass. It was like she was trying to hypnotize him with her ass. He had to clench his hands into fists to keep from reaching out and grabbing on, which was against the rules. Even if he was part owner, he wouldn’t break the rules in his own club.
Facing him again, she settled her hand on his chest, then walked around behind him, her hand skimming his body as she completed the circle. She did a sway and a dip at his side, then swung a leg over his lap and settled her hands on his shoulders. He held his breath as he got an up close and personal view of her cleavage and wondered what she’d do next. As far as lap dances went, she was pretty damn good so far. His gaze raised to Avery’s and found one side of her mouth hitched up in a smirk. She was fucking teasing him and he liked it. A lot.
As she stepped back, her hands went to the tie on her dress. His heart rate sped up and his dick, already hard enough to pound nails, filled further. Was he sweating?
She pulled the two sides apart and held them open, giving him a clear view of her black lace bra and matching thong. He knew it was a thong without seeing the back because that’s what all the women wore while at work. That and g-strings. She let the dress slide from her arms and pool at her feet. Her eyes dropped to his lap and swallowed hard. There was no way she couldn’t see how turned on he was right now and it was his turn to smirk.
She spun, bent at the waist and skimmed her hands up her long slim legs while watching him over her shoulder. Fuck me. Jed could see a wet spot on the small crotch of her thong. She was as turned on as he was. He fought back a groan and continued to watch with baited breath.
She turned back toward him, straddled his lap once more and sat down. Right. On. His. Throbbing. Cock. He gritted his teeth and silently begged for mercy. Her tight nipples were right in his face. Oh, how he wanted to lean forward and take one in his mouth.
Avery’s hands once again went to his shoulders and he could have sworn he saw them shaking before they settled. This close up he could see her almond-shaped eyes were a dark chocolate brown fringed in black lashes. He couldn’t tell if they were real or fake. All he knew was they showcased her eyes perfectly. He also noted a little raised area close to the right corner of her mouth. She’d covered it with makeup and he figured it was probably a zit she was trying to hide. He didn’t know if women her age got zits, but he guessed having to wear so much makeup all the time might cause them.
She circled her hips and bumped into his dick. Her eyes flared and her breath caught for a brief second. She did it again. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to get some kind of reaction out of him or not. She did it again. His hands settled on her hips, unable to keep from touching her any longer. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to help her continue with this seductive ride or stop her and push her off.
The song continued, pulling them both deeper under its spell. With that half-lidded gaze set on him, he had no doubt that if someone could eat him alive with just a look, Avery would be the one to do it. What she did next shocked the shit out of him and caused his breath to stick in his chest. She took one of his hands from her hip and placed it over her tit. He didn’t know who was more shocked by the move, her or him. A small growl escaped as she picked up the pace with which she was riding him and started grinding him harder.
When this turned from a lap dance to a dry hump, he had no idea, but he wasn’t going to stop it. She circled her hips, biting into her lip as she seemed to be desperately searching for something and was determined to get it. He gripped her tighter and slid lower in the chair, bringing her forward so she was directly on top of his dick. He rocked her back and forth, faster and harder, his eyes glued to hers the whole time. He was going to get her off and he wanted to see her face as she came.
Just as he suspected, she was stunning when she let go and found her orgasm. She threw back her head and moaned deep as she rode it out. His cock was aching for release, but he wasn’t going to push things with her. He saw the exact moment realization sank in at what she’d just done. What she allowed to happen after saying she only did lap dances. He’d be willing to bet she’d never done anything like what they’d just shared with any other customer. Sure, she hadn’t been there that long, but that didn’t stop some of the women who worked here.
“Oh my god!” Her eyes were huge in her face. She jumped up and backed away. She took a quick glance at his still aroused state and shook her head.
“Hold on, now.” Jed raised a hand to try and calm her. “I’m not asking for any kind of payback. Although, I wouldn’t turn it down.” He added the last as a joke. Seeing the freaked out expression on her face, he could say with certainty that it didn’t go over well.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe I just did that.” She scrambled to pick her dress up off the floor. She shoved her arms in it and after a couple of tries, had it tied again. “I’ve never done that before during a lap dance.”
“It’s okay. Look,” he stood slowly, afraid he’d scare her worse than she was already. “We still have all our clothes on.” In fact, Jed thought the fact that neither of them had gotten naked was funny. Or he did until she kept going on about what a mistake it was.
“That,” she pointed to the now empty chair. “Should never have happened. This was a mistake.” Her eyes dropped to his cut. “Shit. You’re one of the owners.”
She was just noticing his cut?
“What does me being one of the owners matter?”
“Well, don’t all the members of the Sons of Redemption expect the dancers to put out?”
“No. We do not.” Now he was getting a little pissed off.
“What? I thought all bikers took what they wanted regardless of,” she stopped suddenly, realizing she must have crossed some invisible line with him. Her mouth slammed shut and she took a step closer to the door.
“I don’t know what kind of bikers you’ve been hanging around with or if it’s just something you women read in those mommy porn books you like to read, but the Sons of Redemption never force ourselves on women. Never. As long as you work here, you don’t have to worry about any man, whether he’s in the Sons or not, ever forcing themselves on you.”
He started for the door, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of there and back to the clubhouse where the women there weren’t afraid to admit they wanted to fuck him. And didn’t think he and his brothers were a bunch of would be rapists. For every step he took toward the door, she took one as well until he stopped.
“If you would kindly move out of the way, I’d like to leave now.”
“Oh.” She moved to the side and allowed him access to the door.
He opened the door and slipped out, nodding once to where Nick stood in the shadows. He didn’t return to his table to spend more time with his brothers. He didn’t head toward the clubhouse once he hopped on his bike, either. Instead, he decided to take a long ride on the back roads to clear his mind and cool his body. She might not want to admit it, but Avery was as turned on by him as he was by her. She wanted to fuck him and it scared her to death. He drove for several miles and the only thought he had was when he got back to town he was going to seek her out and make her beg him to fuck her.