Epilogue Blair
“ Y ou know, I think I need to make a rule.”
“A rule?” Creature asked, his smile lifting the corners of his mouth. “What type of rule?”
I snapped the waistband of his gray sweatpants. “No wearing these in public.”
One of his brows lifted. “Gray sweats? Why?”
“Because.” I gestured to his crotch. “It’s unseemly.”
“Unseemly?” He chuckled. “You need to explain, baby.”
“Well.” I pointed to the outline of his cock, clearly visible through the material. “That.”
He folded his arms across his chest, challenging me with a wicked grin. “Nope. Not sure I get it.”
“You’re hard and swinging around loose in there.”
His head tilted back, and he laughed. “Loose?”
“There’s nothing left to the imagination.”
“Baby, you don’t want any other women to see my cock?”
I glared at him. “No.”
“I like to swing around loose,” he teased.
“Seriously? Like if you jump around, you might put someone’s eye out or something.”
Creature shook his head, laughing again. “Baby, if they’re at eye level with my dick, it’s an issue already.”
He wasn’t wrong. “Still.”
“So, gray sweatpants only around you?”
“Yes,” I replied firmly.
“What if I want to walk around naked and take every opportunity to fuck you?”
I wouldn’t object to that. “I’m fine with that.”
“Just fine, huh?”
“Maybe more than fine,” I admitted.
“Ah. What if I just shove my pants down like this?” He pushed the material down as his erection sprang free, bobbing in the air as Creature’s expression became intense.
“I want to lick you.”
“Do it.”
I dropped to my knees to worship his cock, and when I saw Drake join us, I clenched my thighs together.
Shadows darted out from the corners of our bedroom and surrounded us, partially teasing between my legs as I moaned. That light caress could coax me to come before he ever spilled down my throat.
And I wanted him to lose control with me. To let Drake take over and fuck me hard enough that I screamed both of their names.
And guess what?
I did.
I LEANED AGAINST THE outside of the building, scanning the exterior and awning that hung over the back entrance to the strip club Maddog had purchased in order to buy the property, renovate it, and change the name.
We’d make a killing off this place. Customers were a fucking revolving door.
They didn’t stop coming in or out, and yeah, in multiple ways.
This wasn’t some classy joint. Not yet.
But we wanted to change that vibe, take it from sleazy to sexy—no cracked-out girls or blowies in the bathroom. Maddog had given me the run of the place. I had ideas about the décor, the talent, and the way it would be run.
No more of this shit where girls felt forced to fuck like prostitutes. One in particular.
Blonde hair and sensual curves caught my eye as Lacey exited, wrapping her coat tighter around her body.
She was fucking beautiful, but that wasn’t why I waited for her.
Of all the girls, she was the one with the sweetest smile.
Sky-blue eyes almost too innocent and big for her face.
Maybe that was why the customers loved her schoolgirl uniform striptease. She made the highest tips every night.
What intrigued me the most was that she didn’t accept the multiple offers that came her way or the men who tried to seduce her. She never accepted anything but her tips from dancing. She was honest and hardworking, and I only knew this because I had arrived long before Maddog knew I did.
I’d come here every night for months, watching and getting the intel needed to take over businesses like this in the area. I checked them all out but always returned to this one because of Lacey.
That combination of sweet innocence and sensual grace did wicked things to my brain and body. I grew fucking hard before I ever walked into the damn club just knowing she was inside. My cock tingled whenever I looked at her. She aroused my dick, my curiosity, and the desire to learn more about her.
A morally sweet girl in a house of corruption. How fucking intoxicating.
She was in the alley before I fired up my bike and rolled toward her. When I stopped slightly ahead of her and looked over my shoulder, she’d stopped. Her stare caressed me from head to boots.
“You’re the one who keeps coming back every night.”
I lifted my chin in response.
“But you don’t do more than leave a tip and stay in the shadows.”
I didn’t respond.
“Why?”
It wasn’t an easy answer. “Take a ride with me.”
She blinked. “Where?”
“I guess you’ll have to risk it and find out.”
She hesitated for a couple of heartbeats while her tongue licked at her lips. “I have pepper spray.”
A laugh rumbled from my chest. “I’m sure you do.”
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle.”
“Sweet Girl, I’ll show you everything you need to know.”
Lacey zipped up her jacket, strutted toward me, and hiked a long, bare leg over my bike before taking a seat. She’d changed from the heels she wore on stage to a pair of checkered Vans. Cute.
“Wrap your arms around me, Lacey, and hold tight.”
“You know my name.”
“I do. Let’s ride.”
Her hands slid around my waist, and I pulled back on the throttle, chuckling when she shot forward and her core pressed against my ass.
This girl had no idea I was about to change her life.