6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
I’m about to crash for the night when my cell lights up with a call from Cherry’s, the strip club we own.
“Yeah?”
“Hey man. It’s Shaggy. You’re not going to believe who I just spotted on camera.”
“Who?” I ask, already getting a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Willow’s here with that chick she runs around with.”
“Who let her in?”
“It’s amateur night,” he tells me, like that makes it all right.
“You call Prez?”
“No.”
“Don’t. I’ll take care of it.”
He starts to say something else, but I’ve already hung up and pulled my jeans on before he gets a word out.
“You’re leaving?” Kaylene goes up on an elbow.
I shouldn’t have called her, but Willow pissed me off and I damn sure wasn’t going to seek Madz out.
“Yeah. Club business.”
“Call me tomorrow?”
“Riding out in the morning.”
She juts her bottom lip out. I forgot how clingy this bitch gets. “How long will you be gone?”
“Hard to say. You know how it is.”
“Well, I hope you didn’t just use me tonight for sex.”
Fuck my life. Here we go. Another crazy cunt pulling out her certified nutter flag and waving it around.
“I didn’t make you any promises. Thought this was a mutual hookup. No strings.”
“Calm down. I didn’t say I want to get married tomorrow. But tonight was good. Like we used to be, and I had a good time. Thought we could do it again.”
“Maybe. I’ll call when I’m back in town.” No, I won’t. I’m not going down this road with her again.
“Drive safe, lover.” She slips out of bed naked and goes up on her toes to thrust her tongue down my throat.
I pull her arms from around my neck. “I’ve got to go.” My mind shoots to thoughts of Low flashing her tits at old pervy men.
Willow’s got another thing coming if she thinks she’s taking her top off for money.
I race to Cherry’s and come in through the back. I find Shaggy in the security room monitoring Willow and fucking Elsie Jo. The two of them get together, and all sense leaves their brains. Together, the pair of them are fearless.
I’d bet money this shit has Elsie Jo’s name written all over it.
“She sign up to dance?”
“Only the friend.”
“Good.” I zoom in on Willow at the bar.
One look at her dress has me wanting to kill her.
She’s got on a strapless little black dress that has cutouts in the sides and hugs every curve.
I watch over Shaggy’s shoulder as she takes a shot with her friend chatting it up with the bartender.
There are some regulars in the crowd, but it’s a slow night.
Which is why we test the wannabes on a low-earning night.
I leave Shaggy to it and go out onto the floor.
I get a beer and a table. A couple of flabby-assed whores give it their best shot.
One isn’t half bad. She can at least dance and has a decent rack on her, but we’re in the business of attracting customers, not running them off.
Though most men don’t care. If there’s tits, ass, and a wet hole they’ll throw money at it and fuck it.
The music changes tempo, and I see Elsie Jo looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
Directly behind her is Willow. Fucking hell.
What is she doing? I watch partly in horror and half mesmerized as she wraps a hand around the pole.
I should put a stop to this little streak of rebellion she’s displaying, but I want to see this play out.
How far is she willing to go?
She slinks around the pole like she was born to work it. She shakes her ass, nearly hypnotizing me and every man in the joint. Her dress rides further up her thighs, teasing at the paradise that awaits between them.
The way my damn dick is reacting to her, you’d never know I’d fucked someone else not even an hour ago.
I should feel guilty, but I don’t. Not even a little bit.
Willow is sexy as fuck without even making any real effort.
What I wouldn’t give to strip her down and have her riding me.
I’d take her right here at this table, not giving a damn who sees if I could.
The second she pulls the top of her dress down, exposing her strapless bra, I’m rushing the stage and carrying her off to one of the private rooms.
“Gray,” she says my name in an annoyed huff. I put her down and straighten her dress. “I don’t need a lecture.”
“Good.”
“Can I go now? Elsie Jo is waiting for me.”
I pull out my cell and dial Shaggy. “Take Elsie Jo home.” I hang up. “She’s covered.”
“She was my ride.”
“I’ll drive you home,” I clip.
“I’m not sure I want to ride with you. You seem kind of mad.”
“That’s the smartest choice you’ve made all day.”
“I’m really not up for this tonight. We’ve got a long drive tomorrow.”
“I should spank your ass for that stunt you just pulled. You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it.”
She wraps her arms around her center. “That out there wasn’t about you. That for Elsie Jo.”
“You were stripping for her?”
“She had stage fright, and she needs the money.”
“For what?”
“None of your business.”
“You made it my business the second you stepped foot in the parking lot. I’m not asking again. Why does she need money?”
“For nursing school.”
“I’ll talk to your brother. I’m sure we can sponsor a scholarship for her or some shit.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, but there’s something I want in return for not telling your brother about your little performance out there.”
“What’s that?”
I drop onto the couch and lean back with my arms stretched across the back. “Dance for me.”
“No way.”
“You looked good up there. You were right earlier. I do think about you, Low. I can’t stop.”
“You think about me, but you don’t want to be with me.”
“I never said that, but things with the club are tense right now. And is it wrong to want something for myself?”
“You want me to be your secret?”
“What if we try and it doesn’t work? I don’t want to hurt you. Can we test the waters and keep shit between us for now?”
“Like fuck buddies?”
“I’d never treat you that way. While we explore whatever this is, I’m not going to fuck you. Not until I know that I can be the man you deserve.”
“So you want to not fuck me in secret?”
“C’mere.” She comes closer, standing between my legs.
I move my hands up her thighs. “I don’t have to fuck you to make you come.
” Her gaze drops to my mouth. I turn on the speakers that are connected to the main sound system, then pull her into my lap.
She stares up at me as I stroke her cheek.
“Tell me what you’re thinking. If you say you aren’t up for this, then I’ll leave you alone.
I’ll hate every minute of it, but if that’s what you want, I’ll respect it. ”
“Gray.”
“What?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“I can do that.” Her lips meet mine and I take my time kissing her.
Soft. Slow. Sweet. I taste her, drinking her in.
Fuck me, she feels too damn good in my arms. Perfect.
I inch my fingers up on her thigh and rub a knuckle along her crotch.
She’s already wet. My erection presses against her fine ass.
It’d be so easy to unzip my pants and pull her panties to the side and shove my cock in her tight cunt like I’m doing right now with my fingers.
She moans and wiggles, seeking more friction between us. “Baby,” I grit in her ear, raking my teeth along the shell, loving how she’s coming alive for me. “Ride my hand like you would my cock if it was buried in you.”
Her head lolls to the side, resting on my shoulder. The skirt of her dress is up around her waist, and I yank the top down along with her bra so I can tease her nipples. I smile against her neck, having my question from earlier answered. Her nipples are the same color as her lips. Dusty rose.
She’s fucking perfect and I want to take back what I said about not fucking her.
“Ah,” she pants into the side of my neck, licking and nibbling before going completely still in my arms.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Willow scrambles from my lap. “There’s only one person I know who wears that cheap ass knockoff perfume,” she screeches, already putting her bra and dress back in place.
“Low. Come on.”
She shakes her head. “Tell me I’m imagining it, Gray. Tell me I’m crazy and you weren’t with Kaylene tonight?”
I get to my feet and grab her wrists. “I’m not going to lie to you. Yeah, I was with her, but it didn’t mean anything.”
I watch as she swallows hard, her throat bobbing with the motion. “That’s the problem with you. Nothing ever means anything.”
“That’s not true, and you know it.”
“I can’t do this if you’re seeing her too, or anyone else for that matter. Used to, I thought I’d take you any way I could have you, but not if I have to share you.”
“I get why you’re pissed.” I rub my thumbs under her eyes, wiping away her stray tears.
“I fucked up. Give me another shot. This is new for me, but I want to try for you. I meant everything I said. I won’t fuck you or anyone.
Not until I’m sure. Not until you see you can trust me.
” I can’t believe the words spewing from my mouth.
I don’t do relationships. I’m not a good guy, but for her, maybe I can try.
“I don’t want to control you or give you ultimatums. I want you to want me. To choose me because you want to.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“I’ll prove it to you, pipsqueak. Let me show you.” I bring my mouth down on hers, but she doesn’t kiss me back.
“Take me home, Gray. You smell like her.”
“Okay.”
Willow climbs on my bike, barely holding on to me. I drive slowly cursing my damn dick. He’s the one getting me into these situations. If I hadn’t called Kaylene, I’d be watching Low come on my fingers.
The second I pull up at the edge of Grannie Mag’s driveway, she’s hopping off. I want to go after her, but I know I need to give her some space. She’ll get over it.
I’ll make it up to her.
Somehow.