Chapter 9
Deuce
“Both girls are clear,” Doc says as he enters the room.
I tip my chin. “Thanks.” I knew that would be the case, but better safe than sorry.
“Are you trying to give Hemsworth a threesome?”
I’m almost inclined to say yes because then I wouldn’t have to answer for my actions. But I will never lie to a brother.
“No. Figured I didn’t want to be a third wheel this weekend while showing Hemsworth a good time.”
“And you didn’t just pick a sweetbutt for the job?” His brow cocks.
Given how much I’m paying, that would’ve been the wiser choice.
But my reasons for choosing Lauralyn go much deeper.
So deep, I can’t even explain it to myself.
I hate the girl with a fucking passion, but after what happened yesterday, I can’t get her out of my mind.
I woke up in a sweat last night, needing to stroke myself off to get settled.
My blood was running hot with her face burned in the forefront of my mind.
Plus, after what Lola shared—I need more answers.
“Nah, the sweetbutts might run their mouths and say shit they shouldn’t. I need someone who doesn’t have ties to the club.”
He nods in understanding. “Well, if you need me for anything else, let me know. Fingers crossed Hemsworth gives us the money.”
Yep. Fingers crossed.
He grabs his medical bag and leaves, and now it’s time to go inform the girls of their roles for the weekend. Portia is going to be Hemsworth’s personal escort, making every wild fantasy come true. And Lauralyn… I want to fuck that girl from now until Sunday. But first, I need answers.
I enter the private lounge to find Portia glaring at the back of Lauralyn’s head with an evil sneer on her face.
It’s obvious she’s not a fan of the girl.
Neither am I, which is why I don’t understand my anger with Portia.
I’m inclined to ask her what her problem is, but getting in the middle of girl drama is not on my agenda for the weekend.
My one and only goal is to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.
“I hope there isn’t going to be any issue between you two this weekend. Lola assured me you would be professional.”
Both girls’ heads whip in my direction. Portia unlocks her jaw and juts out her chest as she puts on that predatory smile.
She made it known yesterday what she wants.
It’s me she’s after. Doing this job is just a means to making me happy.
And for the sake of getting the deal done with Hemsworth, I’ve left her believing she has a chance.
I told her that I’ll be taking her out next week, but first, I need her to put on the best show of her life this weekend.
I gave her the song and dance, buttering her up with compliments, flirting myself into her favor as I told her she was the best one for the job.
Hemsworth’s exact type. In response, she let me know that she would be picturing me all weekend long.
She’d imagine me while she was fucking him, and in her head, it would be my name she was screaming as she came.
I almost feel guilty leading her on, but I’m out of time and out of options, and handing Lauralyn over is never going to happen. If anyone’s touching the princess, it’s me.
“Now, are you ladies ready for the tour?”
“I’m ready,” Portia purrs. “I’ve heard so much about Elysium. I’ve always been curious if it’s real or not.”
Our private club is very real, but these girls will not be entering. Their time with us will be spent in the lounge and dining with us over dinner, or at the bar for drinks. Knowing Hemsworth’s desire for privacy, I’m guessing most of his time with Portia will be spent in his room.
“Come, I’ll show you around.”
I give the girls the grand tour, excluding the upper floors, which are for MC members only.
I show them the dance club, the casino, the restaurant, and the guest amenities.
While I’m taking them around, I go over the rules, setting my expectations for the weekend.
When I start explaining Lauralyn’s role, both girls’ shoulders tense.
Neither look pleased by the fact that she’s going to be playing the role of my date for the weekend.
“Why does she get to be your date?” Portia asks, crossing her arms.
“Because like I told you, you’re Hemsworth’s exact type.”
I’m not a fan of being questioned, nor do I like the attitude. “Now, let me make myself clear. If Hemsworth isn’t happy, I’m not happy. And if I’m not happy, there will be hell to pay. So, if you’re not cut out for the job, let me know now, because I’ll find someone else.”
Portia shakes her head, finally looking humbled. When she’s here, in my club, she better show some damn respect. “I’ll do whatever is asked of me, Deuce.”
“Good. And as for you.” I turn toward Lauralyn. “You’re to act like you worship the ground I walk on.” It may be hard for her to do considering her opinion of me, but I’m going to get a kick out of watching her kiss my ass all weekend long. “Anything I ask, you do. Understood?”
The princess tips her head—eagerly. Out of the two of them, I thought she’d be the one putting up a fight or giving me lip, but she looks happy to be here. We’ll see if that changes when we get behind closed doors.
“Come. We need to finish up so Sorrin can get your wardrobes sorted for the weekend.”
We ride up the elevator to where the guest suites are located. Portia will be staying in the adjoining room to Hemsworth’s suite. And Lauralyn—she’ll be staying with me.
“This is where you’ll be, Portia, unless Hemsworth says different.
But this is at least where you’ll house all your belongings for the weekend.
I’ll let you get settled while I go and show Lauralyn to her room.
Sorrin will be up shortly with clothes for the weekend.
She’s personally handpicked everything based on Hemsworth’s taste, so don’t balk at her choices.
” The man likes his women to dress a little more modest, so Portia’s clothes won’t do.
Her tits are practically spilling out of that shirt.
Lauralyn, on the other hand… She’s wearing an oversized sweater dress covering up every sexy inch. That won’t do either. I need to see those little tits and that fine-as-hell ass on full display. So, Sorrin will be bringing her clothes that Portia probably wears.
“Tonight will be a trial run, so meet in the bar at six.”
Slade will be on “Portia training duty” this evening, making sure she’s ready for Hemsworth. He’s going to fill her in on the man’s likes and dislikes and teach her how to read his cues. Meanwhile, I’m going to make sure the princess knows how to behave in public.
I shut the door as Portia blows me a kiss, and I lead Laur back to the elevator, entering my key card to go to my private apartment.
As soon as the doors close, it feels like the space grows cramped.
Like someone turned up the temperature a hundred degrees.
My attention turns toward the princess, and I’m slammed with a wave of lust. She’s so fucking pretty.
Her teeth anxiously nibbling on that pink lower lip.
Her eyes studying the tattoos on my arm. Tiny little princess.
As if sensing my stare, she looks up. As soon as I see the blush hit her cheeks, my control snaps. I step forward, closing in, pressing her up against the wall. Those beautiful blue eyes are watching me closely, nervously. My dick is already throbbing between my legs, desperate for her attention.
“You’re mine this weekend, princess. Are you ready to obey?”
She swallows hard, nodding slowly. Those cheeks turning rosier.
“Good.” I run my thumb across her lower lip, feeling how soft it is, how tempting. I’m tempted to make her suck on it, but I want these lips wrapped around something else. “Now, be a good girl and use this pretty mouth to apologize for all the shit you said about me back in high school.”
“I’m sorry, Holt,” she whispers breathlessly. Shit. I wasn’t expecting the words. I was expecting her to kiss me. “I’m sorry I was so horrible to you. To everybody.” It actually sounds as if she means that. “I should never have listened to Collin.”
My hand tightens in her hair. “Whatever happened to that bastard? Thought you two were headed to the altar.”
“So did I,” she admits, looking angered by the thought. “When I went home for my father’s funeral, I caught him with Tara. Turns out they’d been fucking since high school.”
“Motherfucking asshole.” Her dad’s funeral? The girl was in mourning, and the prick was fucking around with her best friend. I’d like to put a bullet right in the center of his head. She was always too good for that prick.
“I’m sorry about your dad, Laur.” I brush the side of her cheek. “And I’m sorry for the shit I said yesterday.”
“It’s okay, Holt. You didn’t know. And after the way I treated you back in school, I deserved it.”
I feel like I’ve been struck down. The princess is taking ownership for her actions? Damn, I never thought I’d see the day.
The elevator doors open and I’m thankful for the interruption. The space was starting to feel too cramped; a heaviness was coming over me.
“This is where you’ll be staying this weekend.” I lead her into my place. “I’ll have a key made for you, but we should be together at most times, so you shouldn’t need it.”
“Wow. This doesn’t even feel like a hotel room.”
“It’s not. It’s my home.”
“You live here too?”
I nod, shrugging off my leather cut and placing it on the hook. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
“Humble,” she laughs, shaking her head as she takes it all in, walking straight over to the glass wall. “Wow. It looks so pretty from up here.” I’ve got the view of the entire strip. All you see are neon lights and a view far beyond the chaos beneath us.
I step up behind her, breathing in her scent. She smells like silk and sunshine and something I want to devour. Her hair is so soft. I run my fingers through it and a shiver rocks through her shoulders. Nothing is as pretty as her.
“How’d you even get wrapped up with the Steel Sinners?” Her voice is a bit breathless. I like knowing I make her pulse race. Mine is on supercharge right now.
“I was fighting in an underground ring.” I pull her hair off her pretty neck, wrapping it around my hand.
“One night”—I tug her head to the side—“I beat the shit out of the favored fighter, and the Prez of the Steel Sinners approached me afterwards, asking if I was interested in fighting against one of his men.” I smirk, thinking of how I beat the shit out of Torch.
It was the one and only time the guy let me best him in the ring.
And ever since I knocked him out cold, we’ve been best friends.
“I cost the Prez a lot of money. I also earned his respect. Now, I’m a soldier for the club. ”
I run my lips down the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps against her smooth skin. Her gasp fogs up the glass in front of her.
“There are fights here?” She trembles to my touch, and her hands reach out to brace against the window, holding herself steady. Either she’s being the obedient servant, earning her keep, or… she doesn’t have a problem with what I’m doing.
“We host a fight once a month. The dance club closes to the public, and only those who are lucky enough to get tickets are allowed in.” My tongue slides up to her ear, and I suck on her soft lobe, teasing one moan after another from her sweet lips. Making my cock as tight as can be.
“Do you see all those people down below?” I tug her lobe between my teeth.
“At any moment one of them could look up.” I run my hand up her thigh, taking the hem of her dress with me, exposing her to the men on the street.
Though, they’re all too drunk and high on the gambler’s dream to notice.
If it were nighttime though, they’d have no problem seeing her little cunt as I rub her off.
“I want you to put on a show for them.” I slide my fingers down the front of her panties, rubbing right over her clit. Judging by the swollen state it’s in, I don’t think she’s opposed to the idea. “I want you to come for me, princess. I want them to see your pretty face as I shatter this body.”
I rub her faster, my dick anxious to get her to the finish line so it can sink between those pink lips.
“That’s it,” I breathe at her ear as I feel her growing weak.
“Give in to all those tingly feelings. Feel your nipples getting hard. That tightness gripping the base of your spine.” I slide my finger lower, slipping right inside her tight body.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I pump into her, watching her tremble.
“Now, give me what I want, princess. Let them see you come apart.”
Her whimper slips out as her fingers desperately try to cling to the glass.
Her body shakes with pleasure as I shatter her.
I almost wish they could see. I want the world to know that little miss Lauralyn Prince just got off on the boy from the trailer park.
The trash just made her soak her panties.
Now, it’s time for her to get me off.
I yank her by the hair, turning her to face me.
“Now, get on your knees and suck me off. I want you swallowing every drop.”
There isn’t even a single hint of hesitation. She drops down and eagerly gets to work, stroking over my bulge, tugging my zipper down. The moment I’m free, she lets out another moan.
That’s right. That ex-boyfriend of hers had nothing on me.
When her lips wrap around me, my knees almost give out.
It feels like fucking heaven. Her soft tongue sliding against my shaft, the suction of those lips drawing me in.
A low groan rolls from my chest as I feel the back of her throat constricting around me.
The princess does take her feeding like a good girl.
She takes it better than anyone. Even Lola.
Shit, I’m going to come.
The knock on my door barely registers in the brewing storm. It’s Sorrin here with the clothes. She’s gonna have to wait. I’m not going anywhere.
“Fuck, baby. Shit!”
She suctions me tighter, her hand wrapping around my balls, and the earth quakes under my feet.
I’m hit by the storm, riding it out as she drinks me down.
Another knock goes ignored as the pulses simmer through my shaft, running up my spine.
It’s so fucking good. That eager mouth. Soft lips. Hungry tongue. Those thirsty little noises she’s making.
“Yo, Deuce!”
Slade’s voice yanks me from the moment as he comes barging right into my place. I look down as Lauralyn quickly pulls off, wiping her mouth before she stands. I tuck myself away, tugging my zipper back in place.
“Good job, princess.” I run my thumb over her swollen bottom lip. I’m gonna need that mouth again later. It’s too fucking good. “Now, it’s time to get you some clothes for the weekend.”
And it’s time for me to get down to business.