Chapter 23
Kourtney
Kourtney: I can’t believe you’re making me go to this shindig by myself.
Tiny: It’s one night, babe. I’m sorry.
Kourtney: I barely know any of these people. I’ll feel weird by myself.
Tiny: It’ll give you a chance to get to know them better. If I was there, you’d be distracted. Besides, this is my family. I love you, so they will, too.
Butterflies erupt in my belly at his easy proclamation of his feelings for me.
Kourtney: Remind me how sitting at a loud strip club with a bunch of your friends’ girlfriends is a good way to get to know them better.
Kourtney: I love you, too. Way to try to butter me up.
Tiny: Lol. Honey, it’s not that loud. Besides, get a few drinks into all those ladies, and trust me, the music is what’s quiet.
Great.
It’s not that I’m opposed to spending time with the women of Tiny’s club. I actually really like all of them. It’s that I’m still uneasy with Ben and Matt lurking around town, and I’m not all that comfortable hanging out in a club when Tiny is going to be unreachable for a few hours.
After some consideration, I get an idea. Reggie can come! If some of the guys from the club are coming, then it’s not a true girls’ night. Right? Besides, Reggie is one of the girls. Tiny also told me that his mom is coming. How awkward is that going to be, being at a strip club with my boyfriend’s mom? Brenna does it all the time though, so I convince myself it’ll be fine.
After some deliberation, I decide adding Reggie to the evening will only make things easier for me, and I could use a damn win.
Kourtney: SOS. Best friend trump card. You’re coming to The Castle with me tonight for ‘Girls Night.’ NONnegotiable.
Reggie texts back within seconds.
Reggie: LOL. Wow. BFF trump card, that’s deep. Fine. What are we wearing?
This is why Reggie is my best friend. I feel bad that we’ve lived in the same town for a few months now and I’ve really only seen him at work. At least we’re able to eat lunch together every once in awhile.
Reggie: You should invite Emma too.
Kourtney: Good idea!
I send off an invite to Emma before submerging in the absolutely perfect bubble bath. I’ve already curled my hair for the night, so I twist it up and pile it on top of my head.
My phone pings against the edge of the tub with a confirmation from Emma. Okay. This should make things a lot easier for me. I’ve met pretty much everyone already, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Having my own people with me should make me feel better.
What if Tiny’s friends learn to hate me? What if Matt, Ben, or Evie somehow get to them?
Nerves and self-consciousness bubble up inside me, and I fight to push my worries away and enjoy my bath. I’m going to enjoy the rest of my hot water, and then I’m going to put on an outfit that makes me feel good, go to the club, and have a few drinks. I will have a good time. I’m going to be myself and not let the fear of rejection scare me off.
Tiny says he loves me, and I just have to believe that he truly means it.
What would it benefit him to lie about something like that? Tiny doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to throw around the ‘L word’ easily.
Unlocking my phone, I open the Kindle app to distract myself from the racing thoughts trudging through my brain.
Finishing my bath twenty minutes later, I’ve successfully turned myself into a raisin while also turning myself on with the smutty book I’ve been on-and-off reading. I got this recommendation from one of the many Facebook groups for Smut readers that I’m a part of.
Trashy books are the exact way I got myself through law school. I would reward myself with my books only after finishing my assigned readings in my many textbooks and case studies.
As soon as I saw the book recommendation thread on the group page of Biker Romance, I just had to download the first one I saw. I’ve never been into MC romance. I’m more of a sports or mountain man kind of girl, but what can I say? My own biker man opened my world up to new genres.
Padding out to my room, I rip open my bedside drawer, find my trusty Ava Wand (thank you, Amazon) and pause.
Holding the black and rose gold wand in my hand, I look around my room and locate every camera Tiny put in. At the time, I wanted a camera in the corner of my room to make sure that if someone broke in through my window, I would see it, but now I’m wondering if he put in more, and I just don’t know about them.
If Tiny watches my office cameras, does that mean he watches my home cameras, too? I wish there was a way to track that. Tapping the end of the wand against my hand, a thought pops into my head, and a smirk pulls at my lips.
I toss the wand down on my white comforter and take a picture of it. Sending it to Tiny, I add a text under the picture.
Kourtney: You’re already too far away, so I guess this’ll have to do.
He’s already on the road, so I know he won’t even see it til he gets to the destination of their meeting, wherever that is. He didn’t tell me specifics, just that he’d be about an hour away. They left right before I got in the bath.
I flip back over to my book, having gotten out of the bath right when the main characters were starting to get hot and heavy.
Laying on the bed with my towel wrapped around my chest, I bend my legs up and put my heels on the end of the bed. Thinking of something better, I click over to my own cameras to see the view he would have and move to the other side of the bed. I position myself perfectly so that if he does watch these cameras, he has the best unobstructed view.
Clicking back on the book, I turn on the wand and start to tease myself. The end is bulbous, just like any other wand vibrator, and I use the tip of it to run along my slit and let out a moan when it hits my clit just right. I continue reading while running the wand up and down my opening.
After a little while, it’s hard to concentrate on what’s even written on the page, so instead, my mind imagines Tiny on top of me with his face between my legs.
It’s almost like he’s truly here, although as soon as I open my eyes, I realize he isn’t. I look directly into the camera as the pleasure causes my body to convulse while dragging me closer and closer to my orgasm. I’ve never had any problems making myself come. I’d say it’s fairly easy. It’s men who have seemed to have trouble.
Tiny is the only man to make me melt straight in his fingertips every single time he touches me. With any other man, it’s been hour-long productions of build-up and, half the time, a major letdown. But with Tiny, there’s major success every damn time.
Even imaginary Tiny has my breath leaving my body and my back arching off the bed until I shatter into a million pieces. The pleasure races through my bloodstream from my scalp all the way down to the tips of my toes.
An old friend once taught me to focus on taking deep breaths and relaxing to elongate my orgasm, and dammit all to hell, I thank her internally every single time my orgasm is drawn out forever. I scream out Nathan’s name, even though I’m not sure if the cameras have audio. Honestly, that wasn’t even for show. That was truly a visceral reaction to the strong-as-hell orgasm tearing its way through my body.
Jesus. Flopping back onto the bed, I toss the wand to the side and remain frozen while my heart rate comes down and my soul returns to my body.
I jerk my eyes open at my phone vibrating on my chest. Shit, did I fall asleep?
Reggie: I’m on my way. You better be ready.
Another text from Emma chimes while I’m responding to Reggie, saying that she's also on her way.
I force myself up and into my closet to pick my outfit for the night.
I settle on high-waisted faux leather pants with a hot pink strapless corset top that dips a little too far, showing off quite a bit of cleavage.
In the bathroom, I quickly apply makeup and pull my hair back into a tight bun since I ruined my curls putting on my show. I go for chunky gold hoop earrings and stack a few gold necklaces and rings when I hear my front door alarm chirp.
“Hello?”
“Honey, I’m home!” Reggie calls, his voice getting closer as he makes his way to my bedroom.
“Damn,” I whistle, taking him in. He’s wearing tight jeans and a short-sleeve black button-up with only the bottom few buttons done, leaving practically his entire chest open.
“I know, I’m gorgeous.” He jokes.
“I’m surprised Owen let you out of the house like that.”
“Please,” Reggie bats my comment away with a flick of his wrist. “We’re going to a hetero strip club, Kourt.”
“Touche,” I laugh, smiling when I notice Emma standing behind him, looking no less gorgeous in a very flattering yellow milkmaid dress. It may be an odd choice to wear to a strip club, but on Emma, it oddly works. When she turns, I smirk as I notice the slit in her leg goes practically all the way to her hip bone. I change my mind. It’s the perfect thing for her to wear to a strip club. She’s giving girl next door, and you know what they say about the quiet ones.
“Are you guys ready to be hungover at work tomorrow?”
“Best boss ever,” Emma mumbles while fiddling with her daisy necklace.
“So that’s Tiny’s mom?” Reggie whisper-shouts in my ear. Little did I know, Reggie already started drinking before he even got to my house. Owen dropped him and Emma off and will be picking us up later. So, after only two drinks here, Reggie’s already feeling pretty good. The few drinks I’ve had have also been pretty damn strong because I can feel the buzz creeping its way through my veins, fogging my head a little.
I nod my head, squeezing the thigh he has draped over my own to hopefully get him to stop shouting as everyone clearly heard him.
“Emily, this is my best friend Reggie.”
“Gay best friend,” Reggie makes sure to add as he reaches his hand out for Emily to shake. “I’m married to a beautiful hunk of a man, so don’t think Kourtney here is stepping out on your son.”
I wince and look to Emily’s side, where a stone-faced Evie sits and lets out a scoff. Apparently, Emily dragged Evie out of the house when she heard there was a girls’ night happening. Emily has become friends with all the older ladies of the club since her son has been a member and tries to meet up with them whenever she’s in town. It was just my luck that the get-together just so happened to line up with the ‘girls’ night’ Tiny conned me into.
I'm thankful now more than ever to have Reggie and Emma with me.
I watch as Emily glares at her sister, and Evie rolls her eyes like an immature child.
I try to ignore the reaction and return to the conversation before me. Reggie rubs a soothing thumb along my bare shoulder, having sensed my momentary stress. I smile at him in thanks and rest my head on his shoulder for a second.
“You have a baby girl, right?” I ask the woman next to me, Winnie. She sits next to a hulk of a man who watches her very intently. If his eyes didn’t soften every time she looked back at him, I’d find it kind of scary how closely he watches her.
“Yes! Tonight’s my first true night without her. I feel naked without her strapped to my chest.”
“I’m sure! Where is she?”
“With Bull’s mom. You met her at the club last week. Maggie. Remember her?”
I nod, picturing the older woman. When I met her, I remember thinking how sweet she seemed, how she most definitely didn’t look like a biker’s wife.
“Maggie’s her mom, too, right?” I point towards the younger girl named Claudia, trying to piece the entire family tree in my alcohol-muddled brain without Tiny’s helpful whispers in my ear.
Claudia must have heard me or sensed us talking about her cause she chirps in. “Yep! Although sometimes it’s debatable if I claim to be his sibling,” she thumbs towards Bull, who smirks at her comment.
Lilah, Ringer’s wife, who I really liked when we met, sits with a blonde-haired knockout that she introduced me to as her BFF, Sparrow. All of these women are gorgeous. It’s like there is a pretty law that takes effect here. The men have to be good-looking, and their women have to be equally hot to be a part of the club. I laugh to myself at the revelation.
I’m introduced to a few more women that I haven’t gotten to meet yet, praying like hell I’ll remember all their names the next time we meet.
Lyric is a beautiful black woman who, I’m almost positive, was just shaking her very voluptuous naked ass on the stage, but my eyes could be playing tricks on me.
Brenna and her mother-in-law sit across the low table from Reggie and me. A man I remember from the night of Ringer’s arrest sits on the other side of Lilah, with a woman named Sasha sitting across his lap. I’m pretty sure Reaper is Lilah’s dad, but I could be wrong.
Hell, this is hard. I really need Tiny to draw a map for me.
Most of the women who ‘belong’ to this club are here, save Maggie and I think Pebbles, the one who has twins that I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. Brit seems to be missing, too, but Winnie says she has a five-year-old at home with no childcare, so she couldn’t come.
After about another hour of mindless conversation and way too many shots, Winne and Bull excuse themselves, something about Winnie’s tits being full or something.
Kinky.
My phone vibrates against my ass cheek, and I pry it out of my pocket. Reggie laughs over my shoulder when he sees Tiny’s reply to my picture right when I do. I close one eye to control the blur and focus on his text.
Tiny: You’re going to pay for that later, honey. Just you wait.
“I’d pay to be a fly on the wall when he gets his hands on you,” Reggie waggles his brows at me, causing me to laugh out loud. Emma’s eyes jump to us, and she smiles happily.
She seems to hit it off with another hulky hunk named Tex, who I’m pretty sure is the guy Tiny has been friends with for a long time. I can’t help but notice her constant blush and her finger twirling in her hair like a schoolgirl. Sigh.
The cackle that busts out of me alerts me that I must be drunk. Damn.
Which, unfortunately, reminds me that I have to pee.
Pushing off the chair, using Reggie as a guide, I successfully make it to my feet. I barely make it two steps when I realize just how drunk I really am. I shake it off and put one foot in front of the other towards the bathroom. At least, I hope this is the way to the bathroom.
I stumble down a dark hallway and stop, looking around before realizing I’m in the hallway that holds the private rooms for dances. A few of the rooms are wide open, so it’s clear I’m in the wrong place. I spin on my heel to go down the other hallway when I’m grabbed by the arm and pushed into one of the private rooms.
“Hey!” I yell back at the brute that shoved me in here.
I sober immediately and can feel the color drain from my face as I come face to face with Matt.
The idiot left the door wide open. I move to step around him, but I truly am too drunk to get around him fast enough. He catches me by the arm again and slams me up against the wall right next to the open door. I can only hope that someone passes by and realizes we’re not supposed to be here or that someone needs the room because there’s no way that I’m strong enough to break free of his hold.