Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
KENSI
“ C ’mon, Kensi! We’re going to be late!” Nadia shouts from behind my closed door.
I grumble and lay my naked body across Aftermath’s. Today is theeve of our wedding and the girls want to take me out to a bachelorette party while the guys are taking Aftermath to his bachelor party. “Do we have to go? I’d rather stay in bed with you all night until we say I do tomorrow.”
I straddle Aftermath’s naked body and kiss him deeply. His hardness nudging my entrance. All I have to do is shift just right and he’ll be buried inside of me. We break apart and I’m ready for the next round.
“That does sound like a fantastic idea. I can carry you down the aisle with my dick still inside of you and pound into you while the preacher says our vows.” Aftermath slaps my ass, making me shift. He’s pressing into my entrance, but not enough to slip inside yet.
I think about that and my eyes widen. “You wouldn’t!”
“I would if it’s what my Tiger wants.”
“But Dagger is performing our ceremony! I can’t do that to him!” I sit up and Aftermath slips inside of me, finally. “Uh!” I moan, tipping my head back. “If it gets you this hard, maybe exhibition wouldn’t be so bad.” I rock on top of Aftermath, hitting all the right places.
Aftermath sits up, “This body is for my eyes only. I’ll rip anyone’s eyes out and feed it to them if they look at you like this.” Aftermath flips us over and he drives deep and hard. Before I know it, I’m reaching my peak and Aftermath follows shortly after.
We shower together and please each other one more time before we face the music and a pissed-off Nadia and Red. We’re well over an hour late leaving.
“It’s about fucking time!” Nadia throws her hands up. “You’re lucky Grace is a godsend with children or I wouldn’t be going anywhere.” Aftermath’s mom, Grace aka Silver Grace, agreed to watch all the club kids tonight with Bones and Seth so the Club could go out and celebrate.
Nadia grabs my arm and pulls. “Hold on, Nadia. Why the rush?” I ask, releasing her grip from my arm.
“Because the longer I’m here and not holding Matthew, the guiltier I feel. If I’m far enough away, I won’t feel as guilty.” Nadia brushes the tears from her eyes.
“Shit. Now I feel like an asshole for making you wait.” I respond.
“Good, then let’s go.” Nadia shakes off the sadness and pulls me again.
“Tiger.” One word from Aftermath has both Nadia and me stopping. I turn to face him. Aftermath stalks toward us. “Stay out of trouble tonight, please.” He cups my face and delivers a panty-melting kiss.
“I’ll do my best,” I respond breathlessly. That’s the best I can do. Trouble always finds me even when I’m not looking for it.
Aftermath releases my cheeks and Nadia pulls me out the door of the Clubhouse and into the car. She’s freakishly strong for being a tiny dancer. Nadia climbs into the driver's seat, starts the car and takes off. The gates are already open for us so she doesn’t even have to stop. Once we get on the road, Nadia cranks the music up and we sing and dance on the way to my bachelorette party.
“We’re here!” Nadia’s excitement is rubbing off on me. “This place has the top-of-the-line entertainment suited for everyone.”
I look out the front window and my jaw drops. “You realize this is a strip club right?” I ask.
“No, silly. The dancers on stage don’t get naked. It’s a burlesque club. Some of my dancers perform here and they made a special skit and dance in your honor tonight.” Nadia opens her door but I’m still hesitant. “Come on, the rest of the ladies are already inside.”
I inhale a deep breath, praying I don’t fuck this night up and trouble doesn’t come knocking on my door. Exhaling, I open my car door and slam it shut behind me. Nadia wraps her arm around mine. “That’s my girl! You only get married once and tonight we’re going out in style!”
The bouncer at the door opens it for us, “Have a great night, ladies.”
“Thanks!” Nadia beams him with a smile and I swear he fell to the ground in worship. All this woman has to do is bat her sultry eyes at a man and he falls to her feet. But luckily for her, she has Red who is her everything. Those men don’t stand a chance against Nadia’s blushing biker.
We make it inside and the room is dark except for the stage. Men and women are doing some kind of skit, making the patrons laugh with their sexual innuendos. Nadia leads me to a larger corner table to the right of the stage. The dark oak and black and gold chairs take up half of the room but still gives us privacy from the other patrons and we’re close enough to the stage without being disruptive.
Danyella, Monica, Jezebelle, Daisy, Exleigh, Syvannah and Pearl are all sitting in the booth, chatting, drinking and having a fun time.
They all squeal when they see us and Danyella hugs me first while slapping a tiara on my head. “For the soon-to-be Mrs. Jacobs!”
The girls cheer and then Monica comes up with a sash that reads I’m the crazy bride. She places it over my head and giggles. Then Daisy comes to me, holding a pair of sunglasses in her hands. She plops them on my face and hugs me.
Next Jezebelle comes up to me with a whip and handcuffs. I raise an eyebrow and she shrugs. “You can never have too many.”
Once we take our seats, a man in tight leather shorts and a red bow tie greets us. “Ladies, what can I get you tonight? Remember, the bride drinks for free here.” He gives me a wink and looks me up and down. His voice is deep and sexual and his eyes are baby blue. Pearl fans herself while checking our waiter out.
“Damn, where have you been all my life?” Pearl's husky voice captures our waiter's attention.
“Baby, I’ve been here ready to serve you fine ladies.” We all cheer, while he winks at Pearl and I swear there are hearts in her eyes. But I know better, she has a thing for Tiny, who only uses her when he needs to take the edge off. She lets him so it’s not my business what she wants to do and with whom.
I give the waiter our drink orders and he saunters off, putting a flirtatious sway in his hips. He knows how to use what his mama gave him and for that, he’ll get great tips tonight.
After chatting and drinking for a while, I’m starting to feel tipsy but don’t let it stop me from having fun. The dancers on stage are wearing beautiful black corsets with glittery sequins, black gloves made from the same material, stockings, black heels and a black top hat. Each time they move, the sequins glitter under the lights. Each dance they perform is sensual and beautiful, not tacky. The slow jazz they’re dancing to mesmerizes each person and pulls them into the dance they’re performing. Their dance entrances me so muchthatI don’t notice we have more people sitting at our table. Not until strong hands grip my waist and pull me onto his lap.
“Is that turning you on, Tiger?” Aftermath growls into my ear and sends chills down my spine. Already turned on and tipsy, all rational thoughts leave my head as I lean into Aftermath. His strong hands roam up and down my sides while his breath heats my skin.
“Hmm…” I answer. Turning in his lap so my legs are straddling Aftermath’s hips, we’re groin to groin and I can feel his erection pressing against me. I slowly dance to the music surrounding us, grinding and moving against him. Aftermath groans and presses his hips into mine on each thrust. It’s intimate and intoxicating. Once the song is finished, I lean into Aftermath, pressing my lips to his.
“Whew, I need a cold shower after that show.” Nadia fans her face.
My face turns red from embarrassment and I try to move off Aftermath’s lap, but he tightens his grip on my hips. “You’re not going anywhere, Tiger.”
“I have to use the bathroom, Aftermath.” I wink and his sexy deep laugh penetrates my soul.
“Ok, Tiger, but if you’re not back here in ten minutes, I’m coming to get you.” Aftermath nips the sensitive skin on my neck before releasing me.
“Make it five and you have a deal.” Nadia, Danyella and I head toward the bathrooms at the back of the club.
Aftermath chuckles darkly, his intense gaze watching me walk away. I put an extra sway in my hips, knowing it drives him crazy. The three of us do our business and head back to our table.
“Thank you, ladies,” I say putting my arms around Danyella and Nadia’s waists. “You have made this night fantastic and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”
“I wish I knew what was happening between the two of you when you left,” Nadia responds, putting her arm around me. “I tried to call you several times but it kept going to voicemail and Red wouldn’t give me any answers.”
“Same here. I don’t know what was wrong with your phone or if it was ours but none of my texts or calls would go through to you.” Danyella reiterates. “We tried for a few days and any time we asked, Capone would say everything was fine and not to worry.” Danyella snorts. “Weren’t they wrong? I’ll bet they will never make the mistake of brushing us off again.”
“Everything was fine until the third day. I was getting messages, just not from any of you.” I stop walking, halting Nadia and Danyella. “Do you think that bitch had anything to do with it?” Shaking my head, I continue. “There’s no way she’s a petty dancer. How would she have the ability to block my phone from incoming messages or calls except from her.”
“Wait,” Danyella looks around before speaking. “You were getting messages from her?” She whisper shouts.
“Yeah. That’s how I found out all the misinformation I had about her and Aftermath. It still boils my blood knowing I believed her lies. When no one else reached out, I thought it was true, but I should have known better.”
“Well, it’s all in the past and she’s going to stay there.” Nadia squeezes my shoulders. “I fired her and kicked her ass out the door. If she shows up, I’ll gladly do it again. No one fucks with my best friend.”
“Here, here!” Danyella chants.
We walk back to our table and I stop dead in my tracks. Aftermath is at the bar, getting more drinks and next to him is none other than Lynn, nursing a drink. Her blonde hair is piled high on top of her head and she’s doing whatever she can to get Aftermath’s attention. He keeps brushing her off but she is still trying. She’s wearing the sluttiest clothes I’ve ever seen and I’ve been around plenty of Patch Bunnies and strippers. Her boobs are close to popping out of a skimpy pink tank top and her v-jay is practically kissing the floor in the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen. Her heels will trip over it if she moves.
Having enough of Lynn’s bullshit, I release Nadia and Danyella and head straight for her. I clock her upside the head, knocking the slut off her stool before she even sees me coming. Lynn tries standing up, but I knock her back down with a kick to the stomach. All the rage, anger and frustration built up inside of me comes rushing out.
I straddle her chest and begin raining blow after blow on her face and body. She pulls my hair and claws at my arms, but I don’t stop. Not until a strong set of arms yanks me up. I kick and fight with whoever has a hold of me, kicking Lynn in the face in the process.
“Tiger, put your claws away.” Aftermath demands. His grip is strong and commanding around my waist. I finally stop fighting, all the adrenaline leaves my body.
“Shit.” I groan.
“Shit is right. We’ve got to get out of here.” Aftermath explains.
As soon as the words leave his lips, the police come barging in with their guns drawn. The dancers stop what they’re doing, the lights are turned up and the patrons are all watching and waiting to see what happens next.
“Get on the ground, now!” One officer demands, pointing his gun at me and Aftermath. Everything is happening so fast, I don’t have time to process anything. I’m on the ground being handcuffed and hauled to my feet. Aftermath is being detained on the other side of the room along with the rest of the Royal Bastards. They look like caged animals pacing back and forth, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
“I want her arrested for aggravated assault!” Lynn screeches from her stool. “She attacked me!” She whines.
“And I’ll do it again, bitch. Fuck with me and you’ll regret it.” I spit out.
“That’s enough, Miss Donovan.” The officer holding me replies, shifting my arms up higher so I can’t move. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.”
I tune the arresting officer out. I’ve been through it before and I know the drill. Craning my neck toward Aftermath on the other side of the room, I shout. “I’m sorry, Aftermath. I love you.”
“I love you, Tiger. Don’t worry, we’ll get you out.” Aftermath shouts back.
The arresting officer hauls me out the door and into the back of his car. Within fifteen minutes, I’m sitting in a jail cell, alone. I’ve really screwed up this time. I’m supposed to be getting married tomorrow, not sitting in a jail cell up shit’s creek without a paddle. But then again, it wouldn’t be me if trouble didn’t find me.
I hope Aftermath can pull through and get me out before we’re supposed to get married tomorrow.