CHAPTER 4
Anticipation fills me as we enter The Centennial building. While most wouldn’t know it by looking at the building, the top six floors house one of the most exclusive places in the city. Club Sin is known for its discretion.
We’ve been members since the club opened to find outlets for our desires that we didn’t want to explore with the angels or at the clubhouse. While we’ve never shared a woman at Club Sin, I know we’ve all played here from time to time.
Knowing that we’re going to see Navy tonight has everything in me on high alert. I can’t wait to see her.
The memory of her has had to be enough over the last few weeks, but it hasn’t been nearly enough. Her performance wasn’t long enough. And I didn’t get to learn a damn thing about her.
I’ve laid in bed at night wondering what her voice sounds like. Or what she smells like. Or if seeing her smile will feel like basking in the sunshine.
All I can do is speculate on those things at this point.
What I do know for sure is that my world fucking shifted when I saw Navy for the first time illuminated by the lights of the stage. Fuck, she was a vision, and she took my damn breath away.
I’ve known something has been missing from my life for months, but I wasn’t sure how to go about filling that void. I was sure that I wasn’t going to find a sense of fulfillment, but I was starting to suspect that it had something to do with a woman.
It was an easy conclusion to come to considering the number of brothers who have found their old ladies lately. Seeing them happy made me happy, but it also filled me with a jealous longing which isn’t a good look considering the club has been my life for a long fucking time.
When I saw Navy everything seemed to click into place. Not only did I want every sexy fucking curve of her body, but I wanted to know everything about her. And we never said a word to each other.
The only regret I have is that she saw an angel perch herself on my lap. I had no fucking idea she was even there. I never expected that shit to happen considering I haven’t shown any interest or spent any time with an angel in months. I thought they had all gotten the memo that I’m not interested.
After Navy was done performing, it was like the world started turning again. When Spark practically threw Tiff off his lap, I knew shit was about to go down. There was a look of hunger and need in his eyes that I’ve never seen there before.
Finding out that not only Spark wanted Navy, but Rites as well, was a shock. Sure, we’ve shared women more than once, especially back in the day, but it’s been a while and I never imagined we would all want the same woman long term.
I started to lose a little hope that Rites would find her, but the determination in his gaze whenever he was asked helped to ease some of that worry. Rites has always been the problem solver between the three of us, something that made him good at his job as VP. I’ve always been the muscle, but I’m not sure if my skills will be needed this time around.
I’ve watched as Spark has struggled as well. He’s thrown himself into club business to the point that I almost wished I could do the same.
My responsibilities to the club come first, which means that I needed a job without a lot of immediate responsibilities. That’s why I help to manage the rental properties that we own throughout the city. My time commitment is relatively low, and I make sure to hire the right people to be in charge of the day-to-day responsibilities.
Which is why I was in Spark’s office and not at work somewhere when Rites slammed through the door a few days ago with an infectious smile on his face. I went on high alert right away, but I knew there wasn’t any danger. My brother might be a little unhinged, but the smile he had on his face was pure joy and not the menacing one he always gets when violence is imminent.
Spark narrowed his eyes, his voice hard, but with a hint of curiosity, “What’s going on?”
“I found her,” he was practically fucking giddy, not an emotion I was used to seeing when it came to one of my best friends and VP.
I barked, “Where is she?”
As much as I wanted to let hope filter in, I found myself guarding against it. It had already been far too long without our woman.
No, I wasn’t concerned about sharing her the same way Spark seemed to be worried about it. I had no problem with the thought of having Navy between the three of us. In a way, it made perfect sense.
With the three of us and our positions in the club, which did bring dangers—especially considering that we have enemies—the three of us working together would be a blessing. If anything happened to one of us, our woman wouldn’t be alone.
I’m a little surprised that we never considered the possibility sooner.
But maybe we just needed Navy to come into our lives.
Rites was grinning from ear to ear, but it wavered for a moment and my heart sank. “Well, I guess I didn’t find her as much as I found out where she’s performing next.”
I arched an eyebrow and knew, without even looking at him, Spark had a similar look on his face. Before I could do it myself, Spark gritted out, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Rites ran a hand over his face and grunted. “I know where her next performance is, and I know we’ll be able to get in to see it. Maybe we’ll get the chance to talk to her afterwards.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, “Why didn’t you just get Friar involved, again? He could have found her address by now,” I pointed out.
Rites scoffed, “And what would you have us do? Just show up at her door? How do you think that would go over?” As much as I hated to admit it, he had a point and I nodded. He deflated slightly, a slight whine to his voice, “And I wanted to find her on my own. She’s,” he paused and looked at Spark defiantly, “ours.”
“Damn right,” I muttered as Spark stiffened.
It was clear that the idea of sharing Navy between us was still something our Prez was struggling with. I could only hope that he would relax and find a way forward. I wasn’t willing to give up on the possibility of being with her. Hell fucking no.
Rites might not have been as adamant, his own doubts clear to see written on his face after being friends and brothers for so long, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t be willing to give her up either.
Spark’s annoyance was clear to hear in his voice as he gritted out, “Where is she performing?”
For the first time in a long fucking time, a look of uncertainty crossed Rite’s face. His expression had me sitting up a little straighter in my chair. My gut churned with the knowledge that I wasn’t going to like what he was going to tell us.
“Club Sin,” he dropped the bomb on us, and I wasn’t the only one who growled in response.
Spark’s eyes were flashing dangerously as I felt fury fill me. The thought of her entertaining men at Club Sin, even though it was only a performance. I couldn’t shake the thought that it was going to be more than a burlesque show.
“It better just be a fucking show. No touching,” Spark’s voice was filled with barely restrained violence.
“I’m sure it is,” Rites tried to placate the feral tension in the room. “It’s one of the rules explicitly stated in the contract when hiring her.”
I breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the idea of others watching her dance still didn’t sit right with me. I hated the thought of anyone else looking at her. Yes, I knew it was irrational. But I couldn’t stop it.
And that’s why we’re riding up in the elevator to Club Sin. I’m grateful that I kept up with my membership even though I haven’t been here in a while.
The tension spiking between the three of us is palpable and the thought of seeing Navy again, even if it’s at a distance, is the only thing that has me focused as we make our way into Club Sin and toward the lounge on the first floor which has been setup with a much more elaborate stage setup than we provided at the clubhouse.
There’s a curtain of white pearls hanging across the width of the stage and a few props are on the edges. I hope that this performance is longer than the one we were graced with for Spark’s birthday. It wasn’t nearly enough, and I’ve been yearning to watch the sexy sway of her hips for weeks.
Thankfully, we don’t have to wait long before the lights dim, and my fingers tighten around the glass of whiskey in my hand. I’m not even sure when it arrived, but I’m grateful as fuck for it as anticipation builds around me. It’s not just my own either.
I swear our emotions are feeding off the others of my best friends and brothers. We want to see her, we need it.
When the lights turn back on, I can barely make out the shape of our woman on the other side of the pearl curtain, the lighting teasing me just as much as the way she’s obscured. The music starts to pump through the speakers and a hush falls over the crowd which only ramps up the waves of warning coming off my brothers and me.
The fact that no one has taken a seat right next to us is telling. It’s as if they can feel the anger and tension rolling off us.
If only that was enough to keep everyone’s eyes to themselves.
But at the same time, I could see the joy radiating from Navy when she was dancing at the clubhouse. I don’t have to like the fact that other men are watching her when it makes her soul light up from the inside out.
Two arms slide from between the strings of pearls, her delicate fingers sliding from her wrist and up her arm on one side and then the other. Fuck, my breathing starts to pick up with only a glimpse of our woman. Her nails are a dark color and imagining them running against my skin has me shivering.
When she pulls her arms back behind the curtain, she runs her hand along the strings of pearls while she moves behind it, the sway of the beading giving barely there peeks of her. It’s not enough, but the tease has my cock thickening behind the fly of my jeans.
The strings part again, but this time it’s a leg that comes through. The way she shows off parts of her body has me gripping my knees; it’s the only thing stopping me from standing up and storming the stage. I want to pull her into my arms, but I know I can’t.
The more she moves across the stage, showing bits and pieces of herself, the beat of the music accentuating the show. I can’t look away from her and I don’t want to.
As the song ends, she steps between the curtain and the lights go off again and I let out a soft grunt of annoyance and frustration. The growl Spark lets out and the groan from Rites echoes my own feelings of frustration of not being able to see more of our woman.
I barely register the rest of the room as Navy continues to perform. The feather fans are the last prop she uses and even though the show is similar to the one at the clubhouse, I don’t give a single fuck. I could watch her do the same damn show over and over and be enthralled every single time.
As much as I want the show to end because we won’t let her get away from us again, I also never want it to end because there’s something so fucking special about watching her perform.
But when the lights turn off for the last time, I’m practically frothing at the mouth. This is our chance, and we won’t let it slip through our fingers.