Darkest Fantasies (Quiet Confessions)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Shina

“Iam so tired of Christmas music.” I complained to Rock as we walked outside to catch a breath of the night air.

The weather is chilly and I love it. The club is stifling at times and the three parties we have going on tonight only makes the crowd bigger than usual.

At least it'll be a nice paycheck for my girls. They deserved an extra bonus.

“Then change it. You’re the boss, babe,” he mutters while pulling out his pack of smokes and slapping it into his hand a few times before ripping the tab open.

He offers me one, but I shake my head. “You know I'm trying to kick the habit,” I say, then sigh.

He laughs, flicks his lighter, igniting the tip, and then takes in a breath of the menthol nicotine.

My mouth waters for just a taste, but I need to be good. I have responsibilities now. I can't be dying young from lung cancer.

He tips his head up to look at the night sky as he exhales, and I can't stop myself.

I lean in and grab the back of his neck, then kiss him deeply, tangling my tongue with his, groaning.

When I pull away his eyes are dazed, and I can feel his hardness against my stomach.

“Yummy,” I coo, licking my lips.

“That was mean, baby girl. Now I have to finish my shift hard.”

“Not like it's the first time, and you know it won't be the last. Plus, I'll help you out later.” I wave my hand in the air, dismissing him, and he scoffs, reaching down and adjusting himself.

“You said that last night, but then left me alone with some lube and my hand,” he grumbles, and I laugh.

My niece called me with an emergency, so I had to rush home. “Hey, I gave you the good shit that tingles.”

“Not the same as your hot hole clenching me, and your juices dripping down my sack, as I nibble on those perky breasts.”

His eyes blaze, and now I'm the one groaning, turned the hell on. I can feel the dampness in my thong, and I rub my thighs together.

Rock and I have a good thing going on the side. He keeps out the assholes in line at my club, and I rock his world after closing.

He's a tank. Perfect for the job. Stern, takes no shit, but on the other hand, he can be sweet.

Keeps me and my girls safe and I have no problem rewarding him.

Well, most of the time. There are nights when I have to dip out early and take care of my sister's kids.

She took off, leaving them behind, and I couldn't let the state take them. So now I am the sole caregiver to a fifteen year old, who hates authority and thinks I'm the devil. Put solely on this Earth to ruin her life.

Two sweet six-year-old twins, who all they want from me is cuddles and attention. I can always count on them to hang out with me and watch a movie.

My sister wasn't the affectionate type. She preferred drugs over her kids. I guess I should be thankful that they are all happy and healthy.

And lastly an adorable six-month-old, who melts my heart with his toothy smile.

I always wanted to be a mom someday, but I was never lucky enough. Though maybe it's a blessing more than a curse.

If I had children with my ex-husband, I would have never escaped.

The wind picks up, and I shiver. Rock pulls me closer to him and flicks his cigarette to the black concrete. I stomp it out with my heel and then turn back toward him.

Wrapping his arms around my waist he pulls me in for another hot kiss, grabbing my thigh to rock his cock against me. I can't stop myself from melting and moaning against his lips.

He's warm, smells great and tastes delicious. Like mint, whiskey, and vanilla.

The door beside us bangs open and two men stumble out, laughing and shoving one another. They are beyond trashed and don't seem to notice us.

Rock yanks me aside just in time to avoid an elbow to the tit.

“You should…” I point and he sighs, nodding. He gives me one more kiss, then releases me and follows them to make sure they aren't about to get into a vehicle hammered, or start a fight.

I don't need the local sheriff at my door, bitching again about DUIs and not calling cabs.

Other bars wouldn't bother, but I care too much about innocent lives being taken by a drunk.

Plus my club isn't the place to drink your sorrows away. It's where you go to fulfill your deepest desires.

I lean against the concrete wall and look at the holiday decorations across the street, trying to catch my breath. I have a stupid grin on my lips. I'm glad no one can see me right now.

Damn, that man can kiss.

I'm about to go back inside when Rosie peeks her head out the door, and she's frowning. Never a good sign.

Looks like my break is over.

Rock

I grab the last lingering customers from the VIP rooms, and walk them to their Ubers. One guy with shaggy black hair and motor oil stains on the tips of his fingers, hands me his whole wallet. “Keep the change,” he mumbles, and I grunt.

I hand it back to him and nod at his driver. Thankfully it's someone I know. A regular from the bar, and he won't try to scam the man who's wasted.

“Get him home, Jeff,” I order, and he mock-salutes me.

Once the taillights are in the distance, I walk back inside and help the girls clean up. Rosie hands me a Jack and Coke, and I gratefully take it.

It's been a long night. Christmas is right around the corner, and the club gets busy. CEOs like to host their holiday parties here.

I don't get why since it's essentially a BDSM joint. Though Shina keeps it classy. There are different levels of kink to choose from.

Fantasies past your wildest dreams. Lucky exits a room and gives me a wave. I nod at her, then take a big sip of my drink.

It burns going down and I smile. Shina always has the best liquor.

Lucky moves over to the bar. She's got her hair tied up in a tight bun and has thrown some designer sweat suit on over her lingerie.

She sighs and drops her purse on the bartop. “I am looking forward to the break,” she says, then reaches over the countertop for a mug and the soda hose, yawning.

“I could have got that for you, sweetie,” Rosie murmurs, rushing from the back room to help.

“I'm good. I just needed something to sip on. The last client liked being screamed at while paddled. My throat is sore, and Kian has plans for it later.” She winks, and Rosie laughs, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Girl, your stepbrother is so fire. I'm jealous.” She sighs wistfully and stares out at the empty stage, gleaming in the dim lights.

Patience, aka Lucky, laughs and shakes her head. “I've been blessed with a good man. Though keeping our relationship secret sucks sometimes.”

“Are you kidding?” Rosie snaps back. “That only makes it hotter. Like clandestine meetings and shit.”

“Yeah, it can be really hot at times. But hey, you have a sexy firefighter,” Patience points out, and Rosie's cheeks turn crimson now as she bites her bottom lip.

I chuckle and grab the rag Rosie forgot about on the counter, then walk over to some of the small tables by the stage.

I wipe them down and lift the chairs on top. Shina will want to sweep and mop before finally calling it a night.

She can't stand her heels sticking to the floor, or the sound it makes.

The more I help the quicker we’ll be out of here, and I can finally fuck her within an inch of her life.

I almost had her outside, but those drunktards ruined it. Fuck I could have covered her mouth to keep her quiet while pounding her hot ass against the concrete wall.

I must have gotten lost in a fantasy of my own because the girls giggle behind me, and the music cuts off.

Shina enters a few moments later with a smirk pointed at me and a bottle of Pinesol floor cleaner.

“Pay, your man is out front, babe. Saw him on the security cameras. We really need to hire some new people,” she mutters, taking in how I am doing someone else's job, then walks to the small closet behind the bar, housing the mop and broom.

“Oh, thanks. I forgot to turn my phone back on. Hope he hasn't been waiting too long. He was in a mood earlier.” She groans, then yawns, rolling her eyes, and shoots us a wave before rushing off.

“Pay wait. Let me walk you.” I catch her just in time, and she laughs, then gives me a sheepish look.

She knows better than to wander outside alone at this hour.

“Sorry, Rock. That would be great. Thank you.”

I hold the door for her and walk her the few feet to the idling sports car. Kian, her stepbrother, I don't ask, it's not any of my business, and he seems to treat her well, hops out of the driver's seat.

She's young and in love. I get it. She’s only a few years younger than me, and the heart wants what it wants.

He walks over to open her car door, nodding at me, and Pay gives me a tired smile. “Have a good night, Rock, and happy holidays,” she mutters, then yawns.

“Drive safe,” I tell Kian.

“Always,” he replies, shutting her door, then jumps back into the car and takes off.

When I return Shina is already putting shit away, and Rosie is on her phone. Garrett should be getting her soon, and then it's just me and the boss lady.

I can't call her my girl, even in my head, she always knows and becomes more distant.

I wouldn't mind more with her, but she's not ready for that… yet.

“So what are your plans for Christmas, Rock?” Rosie asks when I plop down on the stool next to her with a groan.

My back aches and feet throb. But I'll never make the mistake of complaining out loud again.

I never knew how uncomfortable and detrimental high heels can be for women. I learned my lesson last time, but that still doesn't change that this job can be exhausting at times.

Long hours and half of the time I'm outside in the cold. I'll never leave though. Not unless Shina fires me.

“Going to my mom's house in the afternoon for dinner and a gift exchange. My sister will swing by with her flavor of the month and kids. How about you?”

“Brunch with my brother and his wife. Then I'll probably hang out at home with Gare. He has to work Christmas Eve. I guess there tends to be a lot of fires. So he will be on call.”

“Perks of dating the Fire Chief,” Shina says with a big smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows.

She usually doesn't allow clients to date her girls, but Garrett is a good man and loves Rosie.

“Yeah, but I can't complain. He looks damn fine in his uniform or without.” Rosie winks as her phone starts to ring.

She quickly answers, then nods at me. “Can you let Garrett inside? I'm going to grab my things from my locker.”

“Sure thing.” I groan as I stand back up and Shina frowns. Her plump, pink lips purse and I shake my head.

“I'm fine,” I call over my shoulder as I walk to the side door, and let Garrett inside. He's a large man. Six-foot-four with wide shoulders and a scowl.

He doesn't like me and has made it known. Rosie and I are just colleagues. We had one drunken kiss three years ago, but he still thinks I'm after his woman.

“Rock,” he grunts and I sigh.

“Still not a threat,” I grumble, and he scoffs, moving inside and down the hall to where Shina is.

“Hey Garrett,” Shina says, walking over to give him a quick hug. Even in her six-inch heels her head only hits his chest.

“I'm all set,” Rosie says out of breath, rushing into the room. The moment her eyes meet Garrett's, we all disappear.

He reaches out for her and pulls her into his arms, then leans down and kisses her. She melts against him, and I cover my mouth to hide my laugh.

I glance at Shina and see the wistfulness shining in her eyes. I know she wants that, and I am standing right here, but her ex messed her up.

He broke her and though I've been trying to mend her jagged edges for the past four years, I sometimes think she will need a group of people to heal her.