Chapter 10
Tiny
T his pretty little vixen is driving me fucking wild. Her plump ass has been pressed tightly against my lap for the past hour and a half.
All the guys have cast curious glances our way, but everyone met Kourtney the other day and knows who she is. I’ve already gotten the threat from Ghost that I better not be fucking around with her, considering the things she could do for us in her profession.
I had to shut him down real fucking quick. I’m not fucking around here. I know I’ve never given anyone a reason to think I’m the type of man to settle down but fuck. Something in this woman pulls to something deep inside me. She fucking possesses something inside of me, causing me to want to lock her down. And fast.
The DJ announces another dancer, and the beginning chords of Novacandy by Post Malone bump through the speakers as Foxy saunters out to midstage. Kourtney’s hips start to move with the beat against my lap, and I have to physically hold the groan back as her plush ass brushes against my rock-hard cock once again.
I’ve been in a permanent state of half-chub since she perched her tight little ass down on my lap. Although, there’s nothing even remotely little about her ass. It’s fucking juicy-thick perfection.
Each time the music rises just enough that we haven’t been able to hear each other, she reaches back to talk into my ear, and her ass also shifts to rub against me. Conversation flows effortlessly, and my cheeks hurt from laughing at her lavish stories.
With one hand on my beer, I run my other hand down her back, watching as the goosebumps follow the path of my fingertips. Once at the base of her spine, I spread my hand wide, reaching the side of her hip and squeezing. I’ve never been more fucking thankful for my big hands before. I can reach multiple spots on her body at once.
I press a kiss to her shoulder blade, the coolness of her skin effectively cooling the heat of my lips. “You are trouble.”
She giggles and wiggles against my length again. This little shit. She knows what she’s doing. I guide my hand underneath the flimsy fabric of her top to play against her tight stomach. My thumb brushes the underside of her plump breast. “Mmm.”
She turns just slightly in my lap to face me. “I think you’re trouble too. You know what you’re doing.”
“Me? I’m just sitting here, minding my own business, drinking a beer.”
“Oh really?”
Even as I said it, I push up from underneath her, pressing my length into her thigh. My thumb is now running circles higher on her breast, and I can feel the slight scratch of tape against the pad of my thumb. I smirk up at her. “Tape. Smart.”
She shrugs. “Hard nipples and satin don’t really go together.”
“No?” I frown, looking down at her chest. “I think you should take it off. I happen to think hard nipples and satin go together perfectly.”
She leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek with a grin. “This may be a strip club, but I’m not the one giving a show.”
“Fair enough,” I say with hooded eyes. Now that she’s sitting more to the side, I lift her leg so it’s draped across my lap. I run my fingers along the velvet material of her boot and groan.
What I wouldn’t give to fuck her in just these.
“Maybe one day,” she says saucily.
I furrow my brows at her.
“You said you want to fuck me in just these.”
“I said that out loud?”
She nods, giggling.
“Well, fuck me,” I groan with a laugh.
“You’re playing your cards right.”
With that, I let out another groan and press my now raging hard-on into her thigh.
A loud yell of laughter has us turning our heads back to the group. What finds us has my own bark of laughter spilling out of me.
Flame looks like he’s about to piss his pants as Tank glares at him from across the low table, where it looks like another beer is tipped on its side.
“That one wasn’t fucking me!” he yells at his dad.
Razor looks like he, too, is going to piss his pants, but his state is from laughter at our brother’s obvious fear.
“Go get your mother another fucking beer,” Tank tells his son. Everyone laughs as Flame stalks away towards the bar, tail tucked between his legs.
Kourtney smiles wistfully at the group of my family while taking a sip of her drink. She turns to me with a grin. “I like your friends.”
I look around our group settled in a large circle and think of how we all look from an outsider's perspective. I don’t even remember a time when I didn’t consider these people my family.
I smile back at her while rubbing her back. “Me too. They can be a lot sometimes. I know that for a damn fact. But you’ll never meet a more loyal group than this one right here.”
She smiles and turns back to the conversations in front of us. We spend the next half hour listening to Razor and Patch bicker back and forth about who is better than who at different things while also getting a peep show of Ringer and Lilah not keeping their damn hands off each other across from us. Now that everyone knows they are married, they haven’t taken their hands off of each other when out and about.
Kourtney excuses herself to use the restroom, and I use the time to grab another beer. Dropping down into the empty stool in front of Brenna, I smile in thanks as she slides a fresh bottle in front of me.
“How’s Medusa healing?”
I reach for my sleeve and push it up my shoulder while turning so she can get a better look at her work. Reaching across the bar, she runs her pale pink fingernail along the snakes lining Medusa’s fierce face.
“I still can’t believe I did this.”
I chuckle while taking a swallow of my beer. “Believe it, cause you did. And you’re fucking good.”
“I just never thought that one day I’d be tattooing my art on someone’s body.”
A soft hand slides along my shoulder blades, and a warm body settles next to me. I turn to see Kourtney’s back from the bathroom, smiling sweetly at me. “You did that?” she asks, her eyes consuming my arm and then flipping to Brenna.
Brenna blushes and nods. “I did.”
I flex my arm before pulling my shirt sleeve back down. “She’s working on a whole sleeve for me. We just started this one a few weeks ago.”
“Wow,” Kourtney breathes, looking closely at the tattoo.
“Do you have any tattoos?” I ask, dropping my gaze down her body once again. With how much skin her outfit is showing right now, I would bet money that she doesn’t, but you never know what could be hiding underneath.
She shakes her head while biting her lip. “No, but I’ve always wanted one.”
Brenna’s eyes light up, and she smiles excitedly. “You should come by the shop! I know I’m new, but I would seriously love to draw something up for you. You are so gorgeous!”
Now it’s Kourtney’s turn to blush. Bringing her hands up, she presses her fingertips to her cheeks, no doubt trying to cool her heated cheeks. “Stop! You’re too sweet.”
“I mean it,” Brenna says with a smile. “Shit, hold that thought.” Brenna hurries over to tend to a customer who’s waving at her from the other end of the bar.
“She’s the gorgeous one,” Kourtney says wholeheartedly. It makes me smile knowing she isn’t one of those catty bitches that gets snooty over other women, especially when the other one is even somewhat attractive.
“You know, I’m incredibly surprised. When Reggie told me you were taking me to a strip club for our date, I was worried. But I really like this place.”
“Date, huh?”
She blushes again, turning to hide her smile. Using my finger, I turn her face back to mine.
“Okay, not a date then,” she says as if she doesn’t care either way.
I shake my head with a chuckle. “No, this is definitely a date.”
She smiles widely, showing me her perfectly white teeth. “I honestly wasn’t sure.”
“If I kissed you, would that make it an official date?”
She looks around the bar with a wince, causing me to laugh. “Relax. I’m no Mr. Romantic, but I’m not going to kiss you for the first time in the middle of a strip club.”
Her eyes flare wide before she bursts out laughing. “Oh my God, can you imagine that story? Eighty years old, rocking on a front porch, and being asked, ‘Grandma, what was your and Grandpa’s first kiss like?’ ‘Well, little Lucy, it was in the middle of a strip club with naked women prancing around and Five Finger Death Punch playing in the background.’”
Throwing my head back, I let my own laugh bark out and wrap my arm around her slim waist. When my shoulders stop shaking from the force of laughter, I wipe the back of my hand under my eyes. “Shit, babe. Already thinking of our grandkids?”
The scary fucking part is I’m not even shrinking back at the thought. I’m leaning towards her. Fucking weird.
She shrugs and takes a sip of her drink while nonchalantly saying, “I’m a planner.”
“Shit guys, I know I’ve only been back for a few weeks, but I am not used to how busy we’ve been,” Brenna says, letting out a breath as she leans against her side of the bar.
“Brenna worked here when she first came to town before she started apprenticing for Flame.”
Kourtney’s eyes flare, and she whistles. “Your boyfriend is your teacher? That’s so hot.”
Brenna blushes and shrugs. “It isn’t nearly as sexy as it sounds.”
“I beg to fucking differ,” Flame growls from beside us. “It is most definitely hot as fuck being able to look over and see your sexy ass sitting five feet away from me, deep in thought.”
Brenna looks absolutely mortified, and it’s clear that she didn’t notice Flame walking up behind her during our conversation. She gets embarrassed so easily. It’s cute that she used to think she could’ve started stripping in front of a shit ton of hungry-ass random men.
“You almost done?” By the look on Flame’s face, he’s minutes away from throwing his ol’ lady over his shoulder and devouring her in her old apartment upstairs.
“We’re out of here too,” I say, dropping my arm over Kourtney’s shoulders and throwing a twenty on the bartop in front of Brenna. Neither Flame nor Brenna seem to have heard me as they are stuck in a heated stare-off across the bar from each other. Turning away from the lovebirds, I look down, and my eyes lock on Kourtney’s. I let out a groan at the appreciative gleam I find in hers.
“Come on.” I take her hand and lead her down the hallway towards Ghost’s office.
After pulling my jacket on, I grab her coat and hold it out for her to step into. Squeezing her shoulders, I run my hand down the back of her arm before lacing our fingers together. Pulling our clasped hands up, I press my lips against her fingers.
She smiles sweetly up at me, and I make a mental note that, judging by the look on her face each time I do it, she likes it when I hold her hand.
I pull her behind me towards the exit, throwing my free hand up in farewells to the remaining guys in our section as we pass. Kourtney waves goodbye as they all let out loud wolf whistles at our departure.
I shake my head at the catcalls. Fucking lot of immature dicks is what they all are. But shit, if it were one of the other brothers, there’s no doubt I’d be in on the ribbing.
As soon as we stop next to my bike, Kourtney spins on her sexy-as-fuck heels, and I let out a grunt of breath as her body hits my chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around her waist.
“You ok, babe?”
“I don’t need romance, Tiny.”
I search her eyes, looking for what the hell she means, but she doesn’t make me wait for an explanation as she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Is the outside of a strip club a fine enough place for a first kiss?”
Realization dawns on me, and I don’t need any further explanation. I search her eyes for approval while running the back of my fingers along her chin. Grasping her jaw firmly in my clutch and noticing the flare of fire in her eyes, I bring my lips down to hers.
The first brush of her lips against mine has the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. Her small hands have a death grip on the opening of my jacket, holding me against her. I’m not going any damn where, babygirl. Not that I would tell her that, but her holding me against her like this is doing things to my head. And not just the head currently pressed against hers.
Deepening the kiss, my brain goes fuzzy as her tongue slides between my lips. I let out a groan at the faint taste of tequila on her tongue and slide my hand to the back of her head, holding her in place. Sliding my fingers through her hair, I grasp a handful of it at the base of her skull, causing her to moan into my mouth. “Mmm,” she groans, her body doing a small shimmy against me.
I chuckle against her lips before forcing my tongue back into her mouth, earning another delicious moan from her.
The sound of whistles from nearby have me begrudgingly pulling back and looking over her head, only to find Flame and Brenna ambling towards Flame’s bike with huge smiles on their faces from catching our makeout session. “Ow, ow!” Brenna smiles brazenly, causing Kourtney to spin in my arms.
Flame smacks his palm against Brenna’s asscheek before helping her on his bike. Kourtney sinks further into my hold, and just when I think she’ll be embarrassed by getting caught, she turns back to me and winks. “Wanna give them a proper show?”
Tilting my head in confusion, I don’t even have time to wonder what she means by ‘proper show’ before she jumps into my arms and wraps her legs tightly around my waist. I instinctively clutch her plush ass in my hands and growl in approval as she locks her lips back on mine.
Kourtney dominates the kiss with her hands wrapped around both sides of my face, holding me to her as if I’m going to disappear from thin air. Once again, I’m so fucking thankful for my large hands as I roam all over her fucking perfect ass and hips surrounding me.
I can vaguely hear Flame and Brenna’s yells and claps of approval before Kourtney pulls away from me.
Prying my eyes open, I can’t wipe the fucking smile off my face at the sight of Kourtney’s hooded eyes staring back at me.
Her legs go to loosen from my waist, but I hold her against me, not letting her down. Instead, I turn so she’s able to see our audience.
I let out a loud laugh as she raises both hands in thumbs up at Brenna, who cackles and mirrors Kourtney’s thumbs up before blowing a kiss at us and tapping a laughing Flame on the shoulder, letting him know she’s ready.
With the sound of his pipes fading as they get further down the road, I squeeze Kourtney’s ass in my palms one last time before regretfully letting her down.
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “That was quite the show.”
“Get me home in one piece, and you may find yourself a part of the encore,” she winks before grabbing my helmet off the handlebar.
I groan while adjusting my dick. Riding with a hard-on fucking sucks, so I will the damn thing to go down. But just the thought of her sexy ass riding behind me is enough to keep the thing half-chubbed, at the very least.
Throwing my leg over the bike, I wait for her to settle herself behind me before taking off in the direction of her house, driving more carefully than I ever have in my entire fucking life.
This encore she speaks of is waiting for me at the end of this ride, and I’ll get her there safely to get that prize, even if it kills me.