Chapter 4 Nathan #2
Again, Nathan tried to grip Bailey's hips in his attempt to stave off his orgasm, but the man stopped him.
Honestly, Nathan let him, because if he wanted Bailey, men like him usually took what they desired; people were no exception.
But that wasn't how he wanted to do things with this sexy stripper.
The man's ass rotating and grinding over his cock sent him over the edge, and he did something he hadn't done since he was fifteen.
It couldn't be stopped as the pleasure coursed threw his loins.
He threw his head back groaning low in ecstasy, his body jerked as he came hard, filling his underwear with hot spunk that he would have preferred to dump inside Bailey.
"Fuck!" Nathan blurted out as he huffed and puffed through the pleasure.
"Yeah, that's it, big boy... You know you wanted me so badly," Bailey flirted as he slowed his grinding when he felt Nathan's cock grow softer. He couldn't help but pride himself on making the man ruin his obviously expensive suit.
That's when Nathan lost his composure, and he broke free of Bailey's hold and grabbed the man by his waist and neck.
Bailey yelped as he was pressed on the sofa with Nathan on top of him.
Bailey's eyes widened because he didn't know if he was in danger or not, and he wondered if he should reach for the button in his pocket that would signal for security.
"What are you doing?" Bailey asked, giving his client the benefit of the doubt. His pretty blue eyes were wide with caution.
"When I cum, it's always inside a tight ass or down a beautiful twink's throat," Nathan said.
"I'm not a whore," Bailey said.
Nathan snorted. "Of course you are. I know the rules of this place," he said, then he looked down at Bailey's pretty mouth and kissed him.
Yes, his lips were what Bailey wanted to feel, but not under these circumstances. And he didn't appreciate the fact that this man thought he was a whore. Those days were over for him, and even though Vito said he could fuck whoever he wanted, it was always on his terms, not his clients.
Bailey bit Nathan's lip, and the man growled before pulling back.
He followed that up with a slap across his client's face that made Nathan release him.
Quickly, he scrambled out from under the man and put distance between them as he edged closer to the door.
The man looked at him, and there was a darkness in his eyes that drew Bailey in.
This man was definitely dangerous, and for some reason, it frightened and seduced him.
Was his proximity to gangsters warping his mind?
He should be fleeing the room right now; instead, he was just staring at the beast in the Armani suit.
Bailey swallowed. "You can't behave that way."
Nathan looked at the beautiful twink that had his cock rising for round two. He was a fucking Bridger, and what he wanted, he got, and he wanted Bailey even more now than before. "I get it. Two hundred for a private session like this. How much to take you to one of the rooms in the back?"
Bailey crossed his arms over his chest. "If it's one of the other professionals you want, I can get one for you.
But you've made a mistake with me. I'm not a prostitute.
I only dance here." He had left that life in the past and never looked back.
He would finish his time working off his debt and move on.
Since being allowed to just strip, he hadn't come across one client who paid for his private time that he had wanted to fuck.
In fact, this current client was the first, but the man was skating on thin fucking ice with him at the moment.
Nathan looked the man up and down, reading the emotional temperature in the room, and realized the mistake he'd made—the insult he'd given. He wiped his mouth of the bit of blood that was on it from Bailey's bite and settled back on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other.
"My apologies then; I didn't realize there was a difference," Nathan said.
"Some professionals here do both," Bailey clarified.
"Did you at one point do both?" Nathan asked with a lifted brow. Again, he let his gaze roam over Bailey's slender body, drinking in every curve and sculpted line of muscle.
"I did, but not anymore." Bailey exhaled. "Now, if that is all, I bid you adieu." He turned to leave.
"Wait," Nathan called out, and Bailey turned around.
"What?" Bailey asked.
"Your name; I want it."
"Bailey," he said, then left.
Nathan chuckled because the beauty was playing hard to get.
Fine. He'd play that game too. The wetness in his crotch urged him to leave and get back to his hotel to clean and change.
Before he pulled out of Desires parking lot, he did a scan of his vehicle and noticed a tracker.
He didn't know if it was planted there by the DEA spy before his death or the Jade Dragon Triad.
Whatever the case, he wasn't going to leave the damn thing on his car.
He snorted, then snatched the little black device off the car's undercarriage and examined it.
"Fools," he said as he admired the tracker before tossing it on the ground.
As an assassin, there were just certain precautions one must take in order to survive.
And remote start was a lifesaver as well as his scanner.
While heading home, he also noticed a black car tailing him.
More child's play, he thought as he quickly maneuvered the vehicle and lost them.
He called Vito to let him know that he may very well have another rat in his club and told him what happened.
After hanging up, his mind drifted back to Bailey.
Would that pretty little thing be able to handle his world?
He didn't know, but he wanted to give it a try.
***
"Damn, Dad, where have you been?" his son David teased his father after seeing the stain on the crotch of his pants.
"None of your business," Nathan said as he walked past them to his bedroom and into the bathroom to take a shower.
He fantasized about Bailey's sweet ass while he jerked off again before he finished bathing and climbed out.
He dressed in black jeans and a dark gray shirt and noticed his kids had similar outfits on.
"So, Dad, what's the plan?" David asked.
"Cody, you will take out Tian-Yu," Nathan instructed.
"The underboss of the Jade Dragon Triad? Wow, Dad, thank you for the vote of confidence," Cody said with a wide smile, pleased that his father trusted him with such an important task.
"I know you can handle him." Nathan turned to his other son. "David, I want you with me. We're hitting one of their strongholds, and I want you to get more experience taking out multiple targets at one time."
"Yes, father," they both said at the same time.
"For now, rest up; we leave tonight. Cody, read up on your target." Nathan gave his son a file with the man's picture as well as his known sightings. "If you can't take him out tonight—"
"Yeah, I know... just get the job done," Cody said, knowing failure wasn't accepted.
Nathan nodded, then texted Ze.
What can you tell me about Bailey?
He waited for the response.
Why are you asking me? Ze replied.
Because Zindel used to work as a professional at Desires. Did he know him?
He's my brother's best friend. Why do you want to know about him? Ze asked.
He's piqued my interest. So, should I contact Zindel about him? he texted back.
Yeah, here's Zin's number. Ze gave him the digits, and Nathan texted Zindel the same question.
He's my best friend, and you better leave him alone, Zindel texted back.
Nathan snorted at the text.Why should I leave him alone?
Because Bailey has been through a lot, and he needs someone in his life who's not looking for a quick bang.
And you think that I am?
Am I wrong?
He has a point, Nathan thought. Is he a whore at that club?
See what I mean? And no. He just dances there.
Is his real name Bailey?
Why do you want to know?
"Fucking hell," Nathan said exasperatedly as he glared at the screen. Apparently, their little tit-for-tat earlier still had the younger man's thong in a bunch. I'm not going to hurt him. I'm just interested.
All the more reason for me not to tell you shit. Bailey is just dancing there until he works off his debt. He doesn't need any more men like you in his life, Zindel replied.
Nathan rolled his eyes. You don't get to make that decision for him. And for the record, you don't know me well enough to make these generalizations.
Are you not a killer?
So? Isn't your man also a killer?
He is, but I'm not like Bailey. I like my men dangerous. Bailey doesn't need your lifestyle in his life.
Who are you to speak for him?
Then find out what you want to know about him on your own. Bye!
Nathan read the last text from Zindel and chuckled.
"That little bitch," he said under his breath.
It would seem that Vito Castiello likes his dish hot and spicy.
Fine then... he'd take Zindel's advice and find out everything he wanted to know on his own.
Tracking down his targets was what he excelled at.