Chapter Five
When he said he was going to give me the best first date ever, I didn’t know what that meant.
I do now.
The night flowed easily. We got to know one another on a different level. Without all the walls holding us back, I felt I was finally myself for the first time in my life. It was liberating.
I don’t want this night to end. I don’t think he does either.
“It’s the first date so I should leave you here,” he whispers, holding my hands as we stand at my front door.
“That is what first dates usually consist of,” I admit, not wanting to let him go.
He brushes my cheek with his hand before he presses a kiss to my forehead. “I had a wonderful night, Mami. Can I see you again?”
I laugh. “Of course. We are dating now, right?”
He hums. “Yes, but this is a first date. I should be working for a second.”
“You can have a second, third, twentieth.” I lean in closer to him.
“You should go inside. I’m trying to be respectable,” he tells me.
I hate it, but I’m willing to play his game.
“Are you going to kiss me good night?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I don’t know if one kiss would be enough.”
It wouldn’t be. Not for me.
So I step back and open my door.
“Good night, Matt,” I whisper.
“Good night, Sami.”
The door shuts, and I lean against it.
That was intense. Unlike anything I have experienced. It’s like I suffered through hell for sixteen years and God finally said here is a man who will treat you right.
Ugh, if only he hadn’t left.
I take two steps away from the door when I hear a knock.
I go back to it, opening it slowly.
“Fuck it. I can’t wait.”
Loyal pushes his way into my house, slamming the door behind him. Then his hands are on me.
He’s kissing me, touching me, loving me.
It feels surreal.
Sex with Loyal is always amazing, but tonight feels different. It’s like because we had the talk, my emotions are heightened. Every touch feels more sensitive. As if I am feeling it in a whole new way.
“I know I am supposed to be showing you how I can be as your boyfriend, but I’ve missed you this week. I need you,” he says against my lips.
“I didn’t ask for celibacy. I need you too. Please.” The last word comes out as a whine.
He doesn’t hesitate. He undresses me right there in the front hall. Then he presses me against the wall as he undoes his own pants. I hear the rip of the condom wrapper and then his fingers are pressing inside of me.
“So wet for me. Fuck, I’m not going to last with your body so willing and ready for me,” he hisses.
“Matt, please.”
That snaps something inside of him. He picks me up, positioning himself at my entrance. Then he pulls me down as he thrusts up. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the sensation. I feel so full. So good. I never knew getting fucked against a wall could feel this way.
“Look at me, Mami.”
My eyes snap open as I stare into his gorgeous green eyes. How could I have ever even thought I would be able to leave this man?
“That’s it. Be here with me in this moment. Watch me fuck you,” he whispers.
Slowly, he begins to thrust into me, our eyes locked. It’s intense. It’s emotional. I feel like I can see into his soul. I feel like he had already snatched my soul. We are one in this moment.
“Matty.”
The name slips out unbidden, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he picks up his pace, fucking me harder against the wall.
“That’s it, Sami. Use your body to tell me how you feel about me. Show me what I do to you.”
The first orgasm hits me out of nowhere. One second I am staring into his eyes. The next, my head is thrown back as I yell out his name.
He fucks me through it all. He doesn’t slow down a bit. My head feels foggy as I blink my eyes open to find him still staring at me with the same intense expression.
He never said the words, but they are shining through loud and clear. I don’t know how it happened or when it happened, but this man is in love with me. I can see it clear as day.
That is scary enough, but what frightens me most is that I am ninety-nine percent sure I love him just as much.
As my second orgasm pulls me under, I hear him grunt out my name as he finds his own release. For several minutes he holds me against the wall, my body and mind both satisfied with the fuck it just received.
“Do you want me to go?” he whispers against my temple.
It’s our routine. This is about the time he would climb out my window so no one would see him, but I don’t want that anymore.
I want him.
“Stay,” I tell him.
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
I cup his cheek. “You’re my boyfriend. You fucked me so hard my legs are jelly. The least you can do is stay and cuddle with me.”
“It would be an honor to cuddle you,” he says, pulling me away from the wall, his cock still inside of me as he walks me down the hall toward my room. When he sets me down, he finally pulls out.
“I only brought one condom, but I don’t think it will be enough. I’m not done with you yet.”
It’s the promise in his eyes that has me leaning over to the nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms.
“Neither am I.”
The wicked look in his eye has my pussy quivering.
It’s going to be a long night.
Some days I love my job for the club. Other days, I hate it.
Today is not a day to hate it.
When I brought up the idea to the club to take over some legitimate businesses, I didn’t really know what it would entail. I only knew that we needed legal income to hide the illegal.
Now, it’s become my job to check on these businesses. To go to each one a couple times a month and ensure everything is running smoothly.
It’s the easiest part of my day.
That’s how I ended up at Tires to Go this morning. Antonio came to us a while back with an issue concerning another club. He asked us to help out.
We agreed, but only in exchange for a stake of his business. Now he’s flourishing while the other club has backed off completely.
It’s been my biggest accomplishment to date.
Well, other than finally getting Sami to agree to date me.
“Everything been going well?” I ask Antonio as I look over the books.
“No issues. It helps having the five Lotus men on staff. A lot of people are less likely to start shit when they see them.”
I laugh. “Yeah. Happy’s a mean-looking guy.”
“Yet he is polite. It throws people off.”
I close the books and turn to him. “Things look good here. Our Chicago chapter is ready to look for land to start a Tires to Go up there. We were hoping you would fly up and give your input,” I tell Antonio.
“I’m not sure. I appreciate what you guys do for me here, but I don’t know them,” he says nervously.
“Would you feel better if we sent someone with you?”
He hesitates, then nods.
“Let me talk with Savage. I’m sure we can spare someone for a few days. It will be good for you too. You’ll have more money in your pocket,” I remind him.
“I know. I just worry what consequences will come from it,” he mutters.
I don’t blame him. The cops are more likely to look into him for being associated with us. It’s why we have kept his business legitimate. There is nothing to find here.
My phone pings.
Fang: You coming by?
Me: On my way.
“I’ve got to get going, but I’ll be in touch. Don’t worry too much. This is a good thing for all of us.”
He nods as I leave his office. I don’t acknowledge anyone else as I head to my bike. The ride to Boudoir doesn’t take long. I walk through the door and head right to where I know Fang will be.
“I swear you live in this booth.”
He chuckles. “Feels that way these days. This club is taking more and more of my time.”
“It helps that your girl is here too, huh?” I nod toward Cami, who is helping one of the dancers with her routine.
“It doesn’t hurt, that’s for sure. So here are the books.” He pushes them over my way.
He doesn’t have to show them to me. The club trusts Fang. Hell, I trust him with my life. Still, he likes having a second set of eyes on them. Well, other than Cami’s.
“I’ll take a look at them tonight and get them back to you tomorrow. Everything else going good here?” I ask.
He nods. “Had to fire two girls. Caught them shooting up in the bathroom. Offered rehab, but both refused, so out on the streets they go.”
I hate the defeat in his tone. He doesn’t like not being able to help them.
“You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to help themselves. You’ve taken this place and made it a safe haven for girls who need to work jobs like this without having the same risks. You can’t save them all. Besides, you saved the most important one.”
We both look to Cami, who happens to glance over. When she sees me, she smiles and heads our way. When she reaches the table, she easily slides into Fang’s lap, making me jealous that he has that.
Maybe one day I can too.
“Hey, Loyal. How’s it going with your late-night booty call?” Cami asks.
I narrow my eyes at her. “You just want to gossip so you can share with Bailey.”
“Guilty as charged. You keep everything so secretive that we take what we can.” She shrugs.
I consider it a moment before I decide to give her what she wants.
“She’s officially my girlfriend,” I tell her.
“What? Since when? Did you ask her?” Cami bounces on Fang’s lap.
“Little dancer, you need to stop moving like that, otherwise, Loyal here is going to have to leave,” Fang growls at her.
She laughs. “He’s not leaving until I know everything. Spill.”
“I told her that I wanted more or we needed to end it. She was hesitant, but she agreed to more. We are seeing how it goes,” I admit.
Cami gives me an understanding look. “She has been burned before. Once that happens, you become more cautious. You don’t want to jump off the ledge again. Not when you aren’t sure what’s at the bottom.”
I hadn’t thought about it that way. I guess that could really be her hold-up.
“She says she is worried about what others will think. What her daughter will think.”
Cami nods. “It makes sense. Her daughter is her world. Or at least, she should be if she’s a good mom.
Her daughter’s opinion matters to her. You’ll need to win the daughter over, but be cautious.
You don’t want to step over any lines. As for others, she probably is used to her ex.
Bailey said something about him being a pompous asshole.
Maybe he conditioned her to care what others think. ”
“You’re right. So I need to show her that I don’t care about what society says so she is more comfortable. While also trying to figure out how to win over a seventeen-year-old girl. It’s all so simple,” I huff.
“Yeah, that’s a bad age. Younger children are easier. It will be a lot of work. Is she worth it?” Cami asks.
Without hesitation, I say, “Absolutely.”
She is more than worth it.