Chapter 19 #2
I try to convince myself that I don’t care anymore and don’t need Will’s approval.
But I do. Having his consent with Mia is important to me.
So, why do I keep fucking things up? Instead of confessing my feelings for her, I intentionally hurt her and lied to his face.
I still haven’t told Mia the truth. I’m so afraid of getting close to her that I offer her a bullshit relationship instead of what I really want. With Mia, I want it all.
I need to man up first.
Mia’s body trembles from my touch, my effect on her instantaneous. She responds so well to me, and I love it. My little lamb is about to dance for me, something I never thought I would see. I wonder if this has anything to do with her work assignment.
We follow behind Roxie to the opposite side of the bar. She leads us down a long hallway into a private room mirrored from ceiling to floor. Luckily, Will and Clarke are off by themselves. Mia wouldn’t have agreed to do this otherwise.
Roxie slides her fingers down to Mia’s forearm. “Do you want to watch me first or get right to it?”
Mia smiles, refocusing her gaze on me. “What do you want, E?”
“You,” I growl.
Mia’s eyes flicker with acknowledgment. She sticks out her tongue to glide it along her bottom lip.
“Okay, then.” Roxie moves behind Mia and places her hands on her narrow hips. She helps Mia sway to the beat, the rock music pumping through the speakers. “A good lap dance is all about the tease. He’ll beg you to sit on his face when you’re through.”
Mia blushes at Roxie’s words but keeps moving to the tempo.
My cock grows harder with each seductive stare and the gentle sway of Mia’s hips. I get lost in the dance, trying to forget about Will and that he’s somewhere down the hall from us. But I don’t care, not even a little bit. Not right now. Not when Mia has me under her fucking spell.
I lift my hand from my thigh and beckon Mia with my index finger.
She does as I instruct, with Roxie still holding her from behind, her breasts pressed into Mia’s back.
This is a side of Mia I never thought I’d see.
It makes me want her even more. My innocent little lamb is a woman, grown up and giving me the worst case of blue balls.
With some instruction from Roxie, Mia leans forward to place her palms on my thighs, with her ass up in the air and her eyes pointed at me.
She continues to dance for me, following each of Roxie’s orders.
Mia moves as if she’s done this a thousand times.
I drool with each thrust, the sight of her letting go so intoxicating.
After torturing me too long, Roxie orders Mia to get on the long leather bench with me.
She straddles me, slowly moving her hands up my chest and to my shoulders.
Roxie sits next to us, with her hand on Mia’s back and the other on her ass, coaching the movements of her body.
I can’t believe Mia is going along with this.
Will would fucking murder me if he had any idea I was paying a stripper to teach Mia the art of giving a lap dance.
In my defense, it wasn’t my idea.
Rocking her hips, Mia stares into my eyes. She wets her lips and teases me, making me want to flip her over and fuck her on this bench.
I reach into my pocket, remove a few hundred dollar bills, and hand them to Roxie. “Can you give us a minute?”
She takes the money with a bright smile. “Yeah, I think I can do that. I’ll be back in thirty.” Her gaze falls to Mia, and she moves closer to her. “Think you can handle him without me?”
Mia laughs. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Roxie.”
She smiles in answer and then exits the room, closing the door behind her.
I slide my hands up Mia’s thighs and reach her firm ass to give it a good squeeze.
She yelps and falls forward, threading her arms around my neck.
I pull down her bottom lip with my index finger, and she licks my skin.
Red-hot heat buzzes between us, the electricity from our contact setting my skin on fire.
I grab my rock-hard cock over my jeans, and she glances down for a second. When our eyes meet again, Mia grabs my wrist, pushes my finger into her mouth, and sucks hard.
“Fuck, Mia.” I tilt my head back against the top of the bench and suck in a deep breath. “I wish that was my cock you were sucking.”
She releases her grip on me, my hand dropping to her waist. “You would like that, huh? I’m still waiting for that apology you owe me.” A smirk touches her lips.
“I fucked up. I shouldn’t have left without saying anything to you. You should know by now that I’m an asshole. Relationships are not my thing, but fuck if I don’t want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”
Keeping her palms on my thighs, she leans forward, swaying her hips to jiggle her tits, practically falling out from the low-cut top. “Sorry, I’m not feeling it.” She chuckles. “I need to feel how sorry you are for being a dick.”
Gripping her hips, I dig my fingers into her skin and lift her on top of me. She attempts to wiggle free from my firm grip, but instead of fighting me, she pins my legs between hers and gives in to me.
“Fight me all you want, little lamb,” I whisper against her lips. “It turns me on.”
She frowns. “I’m still mad at you.”
I hold her arms tighter and pull them above her head to pin them together. “Then why did you want me to learn to give a lap dance?”
“So I could fuck with you.”
I laugh. “And how is that plan working out for you?”
She glances up at her bound arms, knowing she can’t escape me if she tries. That’s not what she wants. We both know it.
“You’re mine tonight.”
“Yours?” She says it as though it’s a question.
The corner of my mouth curls up into a crooked grin. “Mine. You were always mine, Mia.”
“I thought you were supposed to protect me from the wolves, and here I am with the biggest wolf in this place. I should stay away from you.”
“If you were smart, you would’ve kept your distance from me. Now, it’s too late.” I move her hands in front of her, burrowing my fingers into her wrists. “Give me your mouth.”
She looks at me as if she’s confused until she catches on. Mia leans forward to gently tug at my lip with her teeth, knowing how I like it. I growl, a ripple of pleasure shooting through my body. Dipping her tongue into my mouth, she rocks her hips to rub her pussy against my erection.
I pull down her top. She’s not wearing a bra. The black spandex shirt is molded to her curves and bunches around her middle. Taking her nipple between my teeth, I tug hard, peeking up so I can watch her. She closes her eyes, a moan escaping her lips. Her body tenses for a second before it relaxes.
“E,” she whispers. “Mmm…”
I slide my hand down her stomach and slip beneath her skirt, not wanting to waste a second of the time we have left. As I switch between sucking and biting her nipples, I peel back her thin, silky panties. Her skin is smooth to the touch and waxed to perfection.
When I slide my finger along her slick folds, she hisses. “So wet for me.” I slowly inch my way inside her, and she squeezes my finger. “And so fucking tight.”
She grinds against me, more impatient than ever.
I withdraw my finger and lick her juices from my skin. “Patience, little lamb.”
She blows a strand of hair away from in front of her eyes. “I hate you.”
“Good.” I tuck the loose strand behind her ear, grazing my thumb along her jaw. “It’s better if you hate me.”
“For who? You? Your conscience?”
“I’m not good for you, Mia.”
Mia uses my shoulders to stabilize herself, her body still trembling. “Are you still staying at the Ritz?”
“Why?” I cock an eyebrow at her. “You wanna come home with me?”
She bobs her head.
“Pretend you’re staying the night with Clarke.”
Mia opens her eyes and grinds her teeth together. “Will likes her. She likes him, too.”
“Maybe he’ll go home with her. Let’s see what happens and go from there.”
She smiles. “I still want an orgasm, but I came here for a reason.”
“And what does this work entail?”
She hops off my lap and fixes her skirt over her toned legs. “It’s top secret. I’ll tell you one thing… it has nothing to do with strippers.”
Now, she has me worried. A sweet girl like Mia has no business hunting down gangsters and known criminals.
I’ve had enough dealings with them in my teens, and that glimpse of the dark side made me see that hockey was where I needed to focus my attention.
But it took leaving Mia, Will, and everything I loved behind to see that.
Whether Mia realizes it or not, our time apart ten years ago was for the better. For both of us.
“You know who owns this club, don’t you?”
“Everyone knows it’s a Mafia front,” she whispers, though I wonder if this room has microphones hidden somewhere. “I’m not as na?ve as you think.”
“I’m coming with you.” She opens her mouth to argue with me until I yank the hem of her shirt to pull her closer to me, cutting her off. “It’s not up for debate.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Don’t get in my way.”
“What are you planning to do?”
“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” She chuckles. “Honestly, I have no idea. I overheard something at work today and thought I’d peek around and see if anything looks out of the ordinary. So, keep your eyes open.”
I pull Mia onto my knee, hook my arm around her back, and kiss her lips. “You scare me more than anyone I’ve ever met.”
She narrows her eyes. “And why is that?”
“Because you’re too curious, too interested in things that don’t concern you. That curiosity could get you killed. I don’t like it.”
“We’re only testing this out,” she reminds me. “Just sex, maybe more, which means you have no say in my life or how I run it.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I know you’re up to no good, and now I’m not letting you out of my sight. Got it?”
For once, she doesn’t challenge me.
She nods.
Victorious, I smile. “Good girl. Let’s finish this, so I can take you back to my hotel and fuck you until morning.”
She sticks her tongue out to wet her lips.
No answer is needed. We can communicate later in moans and grunts.