CHAPTER 6 #2
This close-up view, the unquenchable need to touch, almost unravels every bit of my control. While studying my expression, she reaches behind her and unlatches her bra.
I’m not at all prepared when the sheer material drops to the floor.
Because fuck the Grand Canyon. Fuck Niagara Falls. Fuck Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons. This—right fucking here— is the best view I’ve seen in all thirty-nine of my years.
A sight I could never get enough of.
She motions for me to turn in my chair, and I do.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, my subconscious screams, You shouldn’t be doing this ! But that part of my brain is drowned out by the pure, unfiltered cravings for this woman who currently has my cock’s fealty.
I’m goddamn desperate for a taste of everything she’s offering.
Before I can get my bearings, she’s on me, straddling my thighs and sitting on my stiff cock, her nipples brushing over my pecs.
Testing the waters, I skim my hand down her spine.
Soft to the touch, and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t arch like a cat.
Hungry as hell for more, I hold onto her hip, tentatively, then more aggressively as if to show her that I’m committing to stepping over this line with her.
We both crossed it ages ago, might as well revel in it now.
I grind up as she presses down, and a moan simultaneously escapes both our mouths. Her light-blue eyes hold mine captive. Then she’s snaking her hands through my hair as her mouth nears mine. She stops a millimeter away from making contact. Our heavy breaths dance for what seems like an eternity.
Before we can fall into a kiss, she pulls back, bending away from me, laying her body out like a banquet on my lap, until she’s bent over my legs and her hair is spilling over the floor.
Though disappointment pierces my chest, I feast on what’s before me.
My eyes raking over her flat stomach, her sinfully gorgeous round tits, the tight little buds of her nipples, the miles of beautiful skin, every bit so divine I feel fucking unworthy.
She grabs my right hand and runs it roughly between the valley of her breasts and down over her stomach. I let her hand be my guide until it gets a mind of its own.
Lily palms her tit and squeezes one nipple. My other hand travels south, teasing the top edge of her panties. My thumb lightly plays there, tentatively sweeps underneath. An inch, then three. And I watch, mesmerized, as her entire body shivers.
She comes back up to face me. Her hand moves up my chest, up my neck, and in no time, her fingers softly caress my bottom lip. She moves forward as if to kiss me, veering off at the last second to press her cheek to mine. Her breaths tickle the shell of my ear.
“Open,” she demands. She draws back, then slowly slides her thumb into my mouth. As I stare into her seductive crystal eyes, my tongue studies her taste, her sugary taste. It’s sweet and addictive.
She bites her lip and her eyes close. I swear to God, I come a little at the sight.
The song ends, and silence descends.
Lily and I both blink, as if coming out of a mental fog. We sit, stare, and suck in air as if we just fucked each other raw.
“Tell me you’ve got a box of tissues lying around here somewhere,” Bodie mutters. “My boxers are wet as fuck.”
It’s like we forgot we weren’t alone. In the seconds that follow, her finger comes out of my mouth.
She dips her face and then takes a moment to look around.
At Bodie, at me, at our positions as if to ensure that yep…
I’m still here and she’s still on my lap, riding my happy and hard-as-fuck dick.
She scrambles off. Her eyes won’t meet mine as she gathers her shirt and bra.
“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean—I don’t usually take it that far. I sometimes get a little lost in the music,” she explains.
No shit! Only… she’s not the only one, apparently.
“You’re sorry?” Bodie asks. “What the hell is there to be sorry for? That was pure fucking porn.”
Lily’s skin flushes a pretty pink as she hastily buttons the shirt and covers herself. She stuffs the bra into the front pocket. When she does finally dare to look me in the face again, she’s hesitant and flustered. “So… uh… did I get the job?”
“Fuck yeah, you got the job!” Bodie responds.
I throw him a I-swear-to-God-I-will-put-you-to-ground look.
All the reasons why I shouldn’t hire her swirl around in my head with all the reasons I should.
Which is mainly, I want her. Undeniably.
I want her. For the first time in my life that I can remember, I want more.
I want something like this girl to help me fill the void that lives inside me.
Maybe then, I can find a bit of hope and a reason to press on and stop losing my mind trying to chase a ghost.
But that’s a double-edged knife, because giving in to these feelings doesn’t come with complications and issues.
Lily bites her lip, most likely reading my quiet thoughtfulness as me weighing whether or not I’ll let her into my life and this club.
Which I am, just probably not for the reasons she thinks.
Her pleading blue eyes burrow right through me, and hell…
I thought I was putty a moment ago. That look melts away my ability to say no. She could own me with that look.
Maybe she already does.
Two songs, one lap dance, and one heart-stopping look, and she’s fucking turning me into something beyond what I’ve been. All but dead and heartless.
“Yeah, you got it. The job’s yours.”
Her smile blooms so bright, then turns impish, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “Really?”
She clasps her hands together.
“We’ll need to figure out your pay and schedule and see what we can work out.” I nod toward the dressing room. “Go get changed and meet me in the room at the end of the hall when you’re done. My office is just down from the dressing room.”
She agrees, and after picking up the last of her clothes, she heads to the back of the club.
“Goose, c’mon, man. Help a brother out. Throw me a towel or somethin’. I made a mess of myself.” Bodie has his belt off. He’s pulled open his jeans to peek into his pants. The evil grin he’s sporting is ridiculous.
“Fuck off, Rivers.”
I give him shit, but truth be told, my briefs aren’t exactly dry either.