Chapter 13
13
KYLIE
K ylie stood in front of her bathroom mirror putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She’d put on eyeliner and mascara and was currently applying a touch of concealer under her eyes to cover the dark rings her lack of sleep had gifted her. Her tossing and turning had been so bad last night that Tuck had been forced to pin her to the bed with an arm across her chest and a leg over both of hers. Being pinned to the bed didn’t stop her from worrying about Darren.
God, she missed him so much.
She was sure some people might think being in a menage relationship was nothing but sunshine, roses and twice the amount of toe-curling sex. It definitely had a lot of that, but there was also a downside. Being in love with two men meant twice the worry. It meant her heart ached twice as much when one or both of them were hurting.
She and Tuck were going next door to Race and Bellamy’s for dinner and she needed to get a move on before he came looking for her wondering what was taking so long. Giving herself a quick scan in the mirror, she thought this was as good as it was going to get. “Ugh. Whatever.”
She opted on wearing stretchy black leggings with a super soft, light forest green sweater that complemented her eyes and hugged her belly. She’d put her hair up in a messy bun and left small wisps of hair bracketing her face. She was reaching for the gold earrings Darren had surprised her with when Tuck poked his head in the bathroom.
“Hey, babe. You about ready?” He moved behind her, settled his hands on her hips and watched her closely in the mirror.
“Do my boobs look bigger to you?” She swore they’d grown overnight.
Tuck made a sound like he was strangling on his tongue. “Is that a serious question?”
“Uh, yes.” The “duh” was implied as she addressed his reflection.
“Well, yeah, babe. Your tits are bigger and I gotta say I’m not complaining.” His hands drifted from her hips to cup her breasts. “Like Darren likes to say, if they still fit in my hands, they’re not too big.”
She smiled at Tuck’s joke as he expected but it must have fallen short. The muscle in his jaw ticked as his eyes drilled into hers. She reached her hand up and behind her and cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For worrying you. I can’t help but worry about Darren. As long as he’s sleeping under a roof that isn’t ours, I’ll worry. He’s back, but he’s not back .”
“I get it, Kylie Jo. He’ll come back. We just need to give him a little more time.” He spoke softly near her ear, gently hugging her to his chest.
“I’m trying, but it’s so hard.” What she didn’t tell Tuck was the longer it took Darren to come home, the angrier she was getting. What he was failing to remember was that by agreeing to be a part of their relationship and telling her that he loved her, Darren had made promises. Promises of the heart. And he couldn’t just change his mind the first sign of trouble. Yes, he’d been kidnapped and held hostage. Yes, he’d been drugged and forced to have sex with Sadie. If Kylie could get past it, so should Darren.
She wasn’t convinced that waiting for Darren to come to them was the best idea. She was afraid that giving him too much time alone in his head would make it harder to convince him to come home. Tuck was right when he said Darren was an honorable man. The more time he had to think about what happened with Sadie, the more time he had to talk himself into believing he wasn’t worthy of Kylie. And nothing could be further from the truth. One of her biggest fears was that he would try to end things between them.
“You ready to go?” He settled his hands on her shoulders and gave them a light squeeze.
“Yes. I’m ready.” She turned and wrapped her arms around his middle before he could get away. She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes and held him tight. “I love you so much, Tuck. I love Darren so much, too. I just want us all to be together again.”
He tipped her head back and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “We will be. Come on.” His hand slipped down to take hers, pulling her along behind him to the kitchen where a peach cobbler sat on the counter.
“Are you sure we need to take this with us?” He leaned down, inhaled deeply and groaned. “Damn. Smells so good.”
“Yes, we have to bring it.” She picked it up and couldn’t help but laugh at the way Tuck was eying the dessert she’d made to take with them to Race and Bellamy’s.
He led the way to the front door. “Promise me something?” Tuck asked.
She looked up at him. “What?”
“Promise me you’ll do your best to have a good time tonight. Promise that you won’t dwell on how much you miss Darren or how much you worry about him as long as we’re at Race and Bellamy’s. He’s back and he’s safe and he wouldn’t want you to work yourself up to the point you make yourself sick. Can you do that?”
For Tuck she would try. “Yes.”
He held the door open, allowing her to exit first, then pulled it closed and locked it behind them. His hand settled on her lower back as he guided her across the front lawns. He knocked on the door then cupped both her cheeks in his hands and leaned down to kiss her while they waited. She thought it would be a quick peck on the lips like before, but he surprised her when he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving inside to dance with hers. If she hadn’t been holding the cobbler she would have wound her hands around his neck and told him to take her home to take care of the fire he’d started inside her.
He pulled back, ending the kiss long before she was ready. She slowly opened her eyes to see him beaming down at her. He’d made her weak in the knees and successfully fanned the flames of desire. “Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, baby, I am.”
Completely lost in the kiss and its effect on her, she hadn’t noticed the door opening until Bellamy chuckled, “Should I close the door and come back in a few minutes?”
“Why are you making out on my doorstep?” Race growled from over his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t you have your own doorstep to do that on?”
Kylie pulled back, causing Tuck’s hands to fall away and felt her face flush a deep red. She couldn’t believe they’d been so wrapped up in the kiss that they’d been caught making out on Race’s front porch like a couple of teenagers.
“Now look what you did. You embarrassed my woman.” He chuckled and gave her a little nudge, trying to get her to go inside as Bellamy put a hand to Race’s chest and pushed him out of the way so they could enter.
Race was chuckling as they stepped inside. As Kylie moved past him, his attention snagged on the dessert she was carrying. “Is that peach cobbler?” He inhaled deeply and groaned in appreciation.
“Yes, and you’re lucky I was able to get it over here without Tuck digging into it.” She gave him a stern look over her shoulder. Not the least bit intimidated, he winked and flashed her a mischievous smile. Good grief. The man was way too dangerous to her heart and her libido and he knew it.
“I was just getting ready to pull dinner out of the oven if you’re ready to eat.” Bellamy looked cute with her hair in a ponytail, dark gray yoga pants and white sweater covered in a frilly white apron. Instead of wearing the heels she was known to wear, she had on a pair of cute white furry slippers with bunny ears sticking out from the top.
“Smells amazing,” Tuck complimented her as they followed her to the kitchen. “Nice shoes.”
“Thanks. Race got them thinking he was being funny and I’d never wear them. Ha, ha. The joke’s on him.” She smirked with an arched brow at her husband.
“I got her a matching—” Bellamy slapped her hand over his mouth to stop whatever he was going to say after that. He laughed and pushed her hand away.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned, her face flushing a bright red.
“I’m not, baby. Settle down.” He leaned down and touched his lips to hers. He swatted her butt as she walked away to pour a pan of rice into a serving dish to bring to the table. Race pulled a hot dish out of the oven and brought it to set next to the rice.
“Wow, Bellamy. This smells so good,” Kylie commented.
“It’s chicken enchiladas and Mexican rice,” Bellamy replied while Race put serving utensils in each dish.
“What would you like to drink?” She listed off their choices, but before she could get them, Race told her to have a seat and he’d get them. Kylie was aware that the often times hard ass Sons of Redemption president had a soft side for his wife. Seeing this domesticated side of Race was interesting and somewhat contradictory to the man he was around the clubhouse with the brothers. She hid a smile behind her napkin, thinking Race wouldn’t appreciate that she thought his actions sweet.
“Go ahead and help yourselves,” Bellamy waved at the food.
Tuck didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for the spatula and served himself a couple of enchiladas before putting a couple on Kylie’s plate. Then he repeated the process with the rice.
She laughed at the amount piled on her plate. “I don’t think I can eat that much.”
“That’s okay. What you don’t eat, I’ll finish for you.” Tuck took his first bite of chicken enchilada and groaned. “Oh my god. This is amazing.” He shook his head and swallowed his food. “Bellamy, if you weren’t already married to Race and I hadn’t knocked up Kylie and was down to my toes in love with her, I might try to steal you away.”
“I highly doubt that,” she laughed. “I’ve heard how much you and Darren enjoy all of Kylie’s cooking.”
“That is true.” He turned to Kylie with a wide smile. “Good thing she’s more woman than two men can handle.” He squeezed her leg under the table and winked at her again before going back to eating.
“Yeah. Good thing.” Race frowned at Tuck. “I’d hate to have to shoot you in the ass for trying to steal my woman.”
Kylie wasn’t exactly sure how seriously to take Race’s teasing. Would he really shoot one of his brothers for trying to steal Bellamy away? She thought about it and came to the conclusion that yes, he would do exactly that. She took another bite of her enchiladas and thought to herself that she needed to get the recipe form Bellamy before they left.
“Are you getting excited about your baby shower?” Kylie asked her during a lull in conversation. They were having it at the clubhouse with all the old ladies, Bellamy’s employees and her Grandma Martha. Lindsey’s friends Cami and Jenna had become close to all the old ladies and were invited as well. She kinda thought it was funny how the clubhouse, known for its wild parties with copious amounts of booze and uninhibited sex, was the site of more and more baby showers. She could hardly imagine what the single brothers were thinking about it. Given the Sons were still not finished dealing with the Phantom Furies, it was only logical that the women all got together there where they would be safe.
“Yes. I can’t wait to see all those tiny baby clothes.” Bellamy held her hands close together, her fingers and thumbs pinched together like she was holding an outfit. “I can’t wait to see him. The closer I get to my due date, the more excited I get. I keep trying to picture what he’ll look like, but I can’t, considering all the possible combinations of us he could be. You know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean. And I keep wondering what Tuck and Darren are going to be like as girl dads.”
“Hey. I resent that. Darren and I will be the best girl dads ever. I mean, if Jackson can do it, we’ve got it made.” Tuck scoffed.
Race choked on his tea. “I’ll remind you of that once she gets here.” He had two daughters and a son with his first wife so he would know what he was talking about.
“You’re so lucky to have two men helping with the baby.” Bellamy shot Kylie a sneaky grin, knowing full well that her words would rile up Race.
He frowned, his eyes narrowing on her. Kylie bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing at Bellamy’s wide, innocent eyes. “What?”
“Really?” His frown turned into a smirk. “Do I have to show you again later what happens when you poke the bear?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You will,” Race promised.
“So, how’s that bike you bought coming along?” Tuck grinned, enjoying the back and forth between the two. Kylie didn’t doubt that if Race and Bellamy were to swipe all the dishes to the floor and proceed to have sex right in front of them, Tuck wouldn’t have a problem. He’d probably ask for popcorn. That was the thing about the men in the club. Sex was no big deal. If the mood hit you then by all means, go for it. It didn’t matter if it was in one of the bedrooms with the door wide open or in the middle of a party.
“It’s going pretty good. With everything going on, I haven’t had as much time to work on it as I’d like. And I don’t want to work on it unless Derrick’s here.”
Bellamy wiped her hands on her napkin and with a little effort, got up from the table. She gathered her dishes and started to reach for Race’s when he grabbed her hand. “I’ll get this. You cooked.”
“It’s okay. I know you’re dying to show Tuck the progress you and Derrick have made on the bike. You want dessert now or when you come back inside?”
“When we come back inside.”
“Okay. Sounds good.” She dropped a quick kiss on his lips.
Tuck gathered his and Kylie’s dishes and took them to the sink, then followed Race out the door to the garage.
Kylie helped clear the table and get the dishes rinsed and into the dishwasher while Bellamy put away the leftovers and wiped down the table. After working in companionable silence for a bit, Bellamy broke it.
“How’s Darren doing? Race says he’s staying at the clubhouse?”
Kylie retook the seat she’d been in earlier and released a pent up breath. “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to talk to him since he’s come back. He won’t answer my calls, but he will return a text, which irritates me.” It really pissed her off that she always ended her texts with “I love you” and he didn’t. He used to all the time, but since he’d been back he’d been holding back. He was more than likely not saying it because he thought Kylie would never forgive him for what he did if she ever found out. But she already knew. Did it make her happy that Darren had sex with Sadie? Hell no, but at least he was alive and partially in her life. It downright hurt thinking about that damn video Crockett had sent. Emotionally it would hurt for a long time. Logically, she knew it was against his will.
“How long are you going to let this go on? Him staying away and avoiding you and Tuck instead of trying to talk things through?” Bellamy leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped over her baby belly.
“I don’t know. Tuck says we need to be patient and let him work things out on his own, but my patience is wearing thin.” She paused, then asked, “How much do you know about Darren and what he’s been through?”
“Just that he was given a lot of that drug.” She absently rubbed at where her son was kicking. “What does his recovery look like? Have you talked to Bacon?”
“Yes, we talked to Bacon. He explained that the drug was meant to be taken and then have sex within an hour of taking it. Which from what I’m given to understand that that is what usually happens. The problem is once the drug is taken, if the person doesn’t have sex within that hour they start experiencing a lot of pain. The longer you wait to have an orgasm, the more extreme the pain gets. And the kicker is you can’t get yourself off. I know it sounds weird. What kind of sicko creates a drug like that?” She rubbed her hand across her brow. “Darren was given four doses.”
“My God. What does all that mean?”
She couldn’t believe she was saying this out loud. “It means he’s going to have to fuck someone to relieve the pain. Probably sooner rather than later and if not me, who? He says he’s scared to be around me, that he doesn’t trust himself not to hurt me. I know he would never hurt me. Never.”
“Hurt you like when you’re having sex?”
“Yes.”
“Do you really think he would cheat on you?” They both turned at the sound of something metal hitting the garage floor. Bellamy shook her head, a half grin on her face.
“No. Never. Not unless he was forced to by this damn drug.” She fisted her hands on the table. “I’m just so angry. Angry at Crockett for doing this to him. Angry that Darren doesn’t trust himself enough to let me and Tuck get him through this. Angry because he’s eventually going to have to fuck someone. And angry because although I understand that he needs to find release with someone, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” She rubbed her face and said, “Damn it. It should be me.”
“Oh, sweetie.” Bellamy covered Kylie’s fists with her hands. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you guys.”
“I want to confront Darren so bad, but Tuck’s worried that his pride can’t take the hit. I’m trying so hard to give him the time he says he needs, but I’m about to snap and take matters into my own hands.”
Bellamy gave Kylie’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe you should.”
TUCK
Tuck rounded the front of Bellamy’s car to get to the other half of the garage. The place where Race’s truck used to sit but was now filled with motorcycle parts. “Whatcha got here?” he grinned. There was a makeshift work table made of sawhorses and a sheet of plywood. The engine was on a stand at one end and a variety of parts and a carburetor strew around it. Fenders in need of paint and a torn leather seat leaned up against the wall.
“A 2003 Low Rider.” Race scratched the back of his neck. “Ran into this guy I went to school with and we got to talking about the club and bikes when he told me his uncle had a bike he was wanting to sell. Said it was an older bike and it needed some work. If I was interested, he’d take me over to check it out. I went and looked at it and the guy was right. It’s going to need some work. The uncle had been sick for a while and left it sitting in the backyard out in the open for several years. Thought it would be a great fixer upper project for me and Derrick.” He shoved his hands in his front pockets and rocked back on his heels. “He’s already in love with it.”
Tuck looked at the bike and rubbed his jaw. It was going to take a little work, but he could see it finished in his mind. Derrick was one lucky kid to have a dad who would buy him a bike and teach him how to fix it up.
“How did Eve take the news that you got Derrick a bike?” Eve was Race’s ex and mother to his first three kids.
Race grinned. “She wasn’t crazy about it, but after Derrick talked to her, she calmed down enough to listen to what he had to say. He told her he was looking forward to working on it with me and going on rides together.”
“He’s good.” Tuck could imagine after hearing that it would have been hard for Eve to deny her son memories like that with his dad.
“Yeah, he is. Kinda scary sometimes. Liza’s worse, though.” Race picked up the carburetor, turning it this way and that. “She called me after they talked. She wasn’t happy that I made the decision to get him a bike without consulting her.”
“He’s your kid, too.”
“Yeah.” Race set the carburetor down and wiped the grease from his fingers on a shop towel. “I think she’s more afraid he’s going to end up with the Sons than actually riding a bike.”
“Still blaming the club for the two of you breaking up?” Tuck leaned a hip against the makeshift workstation.
“She says she’s over it, but I think it will always be in the back of her mind. Especially if Derrick voices any thoughts about joining the Sons.”
Tuck thought it was a shame that Eve’s view of the club was less than stellar, but he could understand why she thought that. From what he’d seen of Derrick at family hog roasts, the kid already had the bug concerning joining the club. It was in the way his eyes lit up whenever he heard some of the brothers telling stories about past escapades. Right now all he was seeing was the upside to it all and that was probably a good thing. Once he realized there was always another club out there determined to take over the Sons’ territory and what it entailed to ensure it didn’t happen, it would lose a little of the luster. Unfortunately for Eve, he didn’t think even that would keep Derrick from becoming a Sons of Redemption brother.
“What color is he wanting to paint it?” Tuck crossed his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles.
“Black.” Race smiled. “And he wants the chrome shiny.”
Tuck could relate. His bike was midnight blue with bright yellow detailing on the tank and shiny chrome of his own. He couldn’t wait until his leg wasn’t as stiff so he could ride it again. He was getting antsy riding around in his truck or Darren’s car all the time. If it wasn’t for Kylie being pregnant and needing someone with her at all times until the Phantoms were taken care of, he’d be on it.
“How’s Darren doing? Have you talked to him since he came home?” Race bent at the waist and leaned his elbows on the workstation across from Tuck.
“Both Kylie and I have tried calling. He won’t answer. We’ve both tried texting and all we get is short replies.” He hadn’t admitted it to Kylie, but he wasn’t going to give Darren much time before he tracked him down and laid things out.
“Have you talked to Bacon?”
“Yeah.” Tuck scratched the back of his head then explained what they were supposed to expect.
“So he has to have sex or his dick feels like it’s going to explode? And he can’t get himself off?”
“That about sums it up.”
“Why doesn’t he come home to Kylie?”
“He says he’s afraid he’ll hurt her.”
“Well if he doesn’t go to Kylie, do you think he’ll go to someone else?”
That was the question he’d been denying to himself and he was sure Kylie was already thinking about. “I don’t know. If he wasn’t drugged and suffering so much physically, I’d say hell no. But with what the Phantoms put him through, I don’t know what to think.”
“How’s Kylie taking this?”
“She’s hurting, but she’ trying to hide it. She’s also losing patience. As far as she’s concerned he should have come home with us the night we got him back. He should be working through things at home.”
“How much time do you think he needs?”
“Hell if I know. I just know that the longer he stays away the harder it will be for him to come home. Not because we don’t want him to, but because he won’t feel like he should.”
DARREN
It was Friday night, three nights since he’d been back in Redemption and gotten a blowjob from Tori. It took the edge off for a while, but not long enough. He’d felt so horrible that he’d hit the bottle, determined to drink until he passed out.
The fucking drug was making his life a living hell. He felt like his skin was too tight, like it could split open at anytime. If, no, when he got his hands on Crockett, he was going to beat the shit out of him, maybe shoot him up with his own drug and make him suffer for days just like he did Darren. The more he thought about that idea the better he liked it. It would be poetic justice before he killed him. And make no mistake, Crockett and fucking RIP were dead men walking.
An evil idea hit him that had him smiling for the first time in days. He should give the drug, several doses, to both men, then lock them in a room together and see what happened.
He ran his fingers through his hair, yanking on the ends hoping the sharp bite of pain would turn his mind from the pain in his dick. Didn’t work. It never worked. Other than the one blowjob he’d gotten, he’d spent most of his time in his room, drinking until he passed out. Unfortunately, he didn’t think he could hold out much longer to have sex. His stomach couldn’t take anymore booze.
Yesterday he’d called Bacon and begged him to give him some sleeping pills. Something, anything that would knock him out until this never ending need to fuck passed. To Darren’s utter disbelief Bacon had told him he couldn’t do that because he wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. He then dropped a bomb on Darren that had him dropping his ass to his bed. He’d told him that not only had he been dosed with Euphoria, but there was something else mixed with it. Aripiprazole.
“What the fuck is that?” Darren settled his elbows on his knees and held the phone to his ear. He closed his eyes, wondering why this shit had to happen to him. He had a great life, a perfect life before Crockett decided to use him as a guinea pig. Surprisingly, the anger he was feeling was almost equal to the constant pain in his dick.
“It’s an antipsychotic.”
“The fuck?” he grumbled. It just kept getting better.
“I did some research and found a case study that told of a man prescribed aripiprazole and had the unfortunate side effect of hypersexuality. He had a hyperactive libido and was obsessed with engaging in sexual activities and had an uncontrollable urge to masturbate. When the medicine was discontinued all hypersexuality symptoms ceased within a few days.”
“Well that’s just great, Doc. It’s already been a few days. Why do I still feel the urge to fuck until my dick falls off? Fuck! I still hurt all the damn time and I would love to be able to jack off to find some relief, but that doesn’t seem to be an option for me.” He rubbed his face. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault I’m fucked up. I shouldn’t take my anger out on you.”
“It’s fine. In your case, the aripiprazole was mixed with Euphoria, so I have no idea how long your symptoms will last. We’ve never had a case like yours.”
“You know, this would be funny if I was single. Hell, Jed would have a field day with it.” He apologized once more to Bacon, said goodbye and hung up.
Unable to stand himself any longer, he hopped on his bike and rode until he needed gas, then drove farther. He did a lot of thinking while he was riding and for the most part everything came back to that fucker Crockett and Darren’s burning need for revenge. Then without his consent, his thoughts would drift to Kylie and how hurt she would be to find out he’d had sex with Sadie. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d gotten a blowjob from Tori. He knew Kylie wanted him to come home so she could be the one he turned to when the need hit him. With the way he was feeling, he was afraid he’d hurt her in her pregnant state. The fucking drugs were making him feel aggressive and the need to dominate her wasn’t something she needed to deal with at this time. Honestly, all of that he could probably deal with with Tuck’s help. He would make sure Darren didn’t go too far. The biggest reason he was finding harder and harder to ignore was that he no longer felt worthy of her.
By the time he turned around and came back to Redemption, the control he had over the pain was slipping. Fast. He couldn’t go back to the clubhouse like this because he’d end up doing something stupid like bringing a woman back to his room. Tori said she was there for him anytime he needed her but the club would be packed with people tonight. The last thing he needed was word getting back to Kylie that he was brining women back to his room. Given most of the single brothers would be at the clubhouse trolling new pussy with the numerous hang arounds that attended, he pointed his bike toward Bottom’s Up.
He pulled around back and parked his bike, settling his helmet on the handlebars before entering the back door. He punched in the code and stepped inside. The hallway was dimly lit, but provided enough light that no one would break their neck moving through it. He checked the time on his phone and was shocked to see his hand was shaking. Goddamn, he was so weak. He needed sex like a junkie needed his next hit. Keeping to the shadows, he climbed the back stairs to the VIP area. There was no one at the Sons’ reserved table. Maybe his luck would hold. He stood at the railing, watching the girls dance from the dark recesses found conveniently throughout the area. One of the waitresses stopped to get his drink order before moving off to deliver a tray of drinks to one of the tables.
By the time she returned, he could feel a light sweat forming across the back of his neck, his cock and balls were throbbing and the shaking in his hands had increased. He started to hand her a fifty, but held onto it at the last minute. The drinks for the brothers were all free since they owned the place, so whatever money he handed to her was strictly for tips. When she reached for it, he pulled it back ever so slightly until she was looking up at him. “I want you to send Sherry to one of the VIP rooms when she’s finished with her dance.”
“Okay,” the waitress whose name he forgot smiled and tugged at the money.
“I don’t want anyone to know. I want your word you’ll keep your mouth shut.”
“Of course. I won’t say a word.”
Darren released the money and tipped the bottle back. He watched from his position above as the waitress disappeared down the hall toward the dressing room. A few minutes later, he asked one of the bouncers to give him a room and to send Sherry in when she came upstairs. He didn’t have to worry about the bouncer talking. The three bouncers who worked the VIP area had tight lips. They were kind of like those three monkeys—see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing. He finished the beer he’d carried in and placed it on the table in front of the couch. There was a bottle of scotch on a shelf near the bed that had his name written all over it. He broke the seal and took a couple of deep pulls. He felt the immediate burn hit his throat, down his chest, settling in his stomach. Fuck, that felt good.
The sound of the door opening drew his attention to the attractive dancer entering the room. She quietly closed the door behind her, not needing to lock it because it automatically locked. A momentary frown appeared at seeing it was him before it quickly disappeared. Sherry was one of the dancers who’d been here the longest and she knew the ins and outs of Bottom’s Up. She knew what happened at the strip club, stayed there, especially if it happened in a VIP room. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head and she was dressed in a soft pink silk robe with a belt that cinched around her waist. The high heels she was wearing matched the robe and highlighted her long, slim legs. Her eyes were still done up from her last dance, and the lip gloss on her bright pink lips shone in the low light like a beacon. He’d fucked her in the past, on more than one occasion. Given their past, he didn’t have to worry about Kylie finding out about what was about to happen.
“Hey, Darren. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Yeah. It’s been a while.”
“Lisa said you wanted me?”
Lisa. That was the waitress’s name.
“Yeah. I need you to do something for me.”
“Sure. Anything you want.” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and looked up at him through her lashes.
“Drop to your knees and suck me off.” His voice sounded gravelly and strained.
“Really?” Although she would normally expect whoever was waiting for her in the VIP room would want to have sex, she still felt the need to clarify his request.
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure? I thought you were with someone now.”
“Are you gonna suck my cock or not?” His patience was wearing thin and what little control he had over himself was quickly slipping. If she didn’t want things to get rough, she needed to drop to her knees and get to sucking.
“Of course. You know I love sucking your big, hard cock.”
His shaking hands went to his zipper, the sound of it being drawn down loud in the room. “Just wanna make sure you know that what happens here, stays here. If I ever find out you told anyone, you’re out of here. Understand?” See, his control was almost gone. He normally didn’t talk to the Bottom’s Up women like this, threatening their job.
“Yeah.” Her smile faltered. “I got it.”
Reaching into his jeans, he pulled out his cock. The feel of the fabric brushing against his super sensitive skin had him gritting his teeth. He pointed it her direction and a drop of fluid leaked out. He glanced at Sherry and if he wasn’t so fucked up he could have come in his hand the way she licked her lips. The deep breath he took was almost as shaky as his hands. Fuck. “Take your clothes off.”
Her hands drifted to the belt and worked the knot loose, letting it skim down her body to pool at her feet on the floor. Her eyes never left his cock.
“Knees,” he growled again. His hands fell away from his cock as her small soft hands replaced his. “Fuck me,” his head dropped back on a sigh at the first feel of her tongue swiping the underside of his cock. It felt like heaven. He reached out with one hand and cupped the back of her head, focusing on the way she worked her magical tongue up and down his cock.
He didn’t think he would last long and he hoped to God he didn’t. He wanted to get off so badly, his knees almost went out beneath him as he felt her tongue work around the tip of his dick. She licked away the fluid and hummed her approval around his cock. He felt the vibration all the way to his balls. Speaking of which, one of her hands left his throbbing dick and cupped his balls, gently kneading them at the same time her mouth slid down to the base of his cock. He felt her throat swallow around him right before she pulled back. His hand tightened in her hair, helping her move up and down his length the way he needed. It felt fucking amazing. No matter how he worked himself with his hand, he never got the same feeling or release as when he was buried inside a woman.
He watched her ample tits bounce with each of his thrusts, going deeper each time. He reached down and pinched one of her nipples. She groaned around his dick and worked him faster. The guilt he felt for even coming here and for getting a blowjob from Sherry quickly faded as her mouth worked its magic. The more his mind shut off and his body took over, desperately reaching for a release, the closer he came to finding it. His gaze dropped to where her hand worked her pussy with her fingers. It appeared the more excited he got, the more excited she was getting. The scream he felt around his cock as she came pushed his release over the edge. He threw his head back and roared through clenched teeth, the muscles in his legs and lower stomach tensing to the point of pain. He came long and hard just like the fucking drug intended. His chest heaved as he slowly pulled himself from her mouth. He’d come so hard, she’d been unable to swallow all of him down. She wiped at the edges of her mouth and then swiped the back of her hand across her chin where some of his cum escaped.
He shoved his still semi-hard cock back in his jeans and zipped up. He offered his hand and helped her to her feet, then bent to retrieve her robe and handed it to her. She had a satisfied smile on her face that he wasn’t entirely sure had to do with him. He pulled a one-hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to her. “Remember, no one knows we were in here. Got it?”
She nodded her head. “Yes. I got it.”
He started for the door when she added, “If you ever need me to suck you off again or need someone to fuck, just let me know.”
He slipped out the door without responding. The guilt immediately crashed down around him. He exited down the back stairs and out the back door as fast as his feet could carry him. The plans for the rest of his evening consisted of going back to the clubhouse, grabbing a bottle of something strong and taking a shower, then passing out if the good lord was willing.
He hopped on his bike and cranked it up. Backing out and aiming for the parking lot exit, he wondered if this was what his life had become. Living for the next orgasm just so he wouldn’t feel the pain anymore? The sad thing was it might help with the physical pain temporarily but it didn’t begin to touch the pain in his chest that haunted him afterward.