Chapter 9
LEON
SIR PSYCHO SEXY - RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS
Well, what do we have here?
I smirk behind my glass as I watch Dimitri in the mirror, the alpha lumbering through the strip club completely unfazed.
Like he’s impervious to the abundance of pheromones being thrown around him.
It’s like he can’t even see the naked omegas in the cages and on stage, or the topless ones walking around serving drinks.
Then again, he’s the only one I’m interested in at the moment so I guess I don’t really have any room to talk.
But it’s interesting that absolutely nothing in this room has moved his meter in any way. I bet his pulse is as steady as a corpse. And since I’m in this room, I’m offended that I can lump myself in with the nothing piquing his curiosity.
I glance to my left as he heads that way, weaving through the tables as he gets closer to the staff only stock room. Dimitri stops at the end of the bar closest to it, leaning against it as he speaks quietly to the bouncer standing there like a statue.
I knew when my tracker showed him sitting in the parking lot of Knotted Obsessions, Dimitri wasn’t here to get his rocks off.
He doesn’t strike me as the type. At least, not someone who would care much about the strip club portion of things.
The sex club, maybe, but he isn’t waiting by that door.
If he’s into red rooms and voyeurism, now isn’t the time for it, judging by his current activity.
Which is the real mystery.
I sip my bourbon and keep tabs on Dimitri while I scan the room, making note of the exits and security, counting the number of patrons and performers, then doing a quick run through of various worst-case scenarios if something were to go down.
I’m a planner.
A real doomsday thinker.
Granted, I’m usually in a situation that’s full of weapons and ends in murder, so I think it’s pretty warranted.
But my lovely little mark knows something I don’t about this club, and I’m going to take a shot in the dark and figure being prepared to get us both out of here as quickly as possible isn’t a terrible idea.
“What’re you drinking, love?”
I arch a brow and slowly drag my gaze away from one delicious deviant only to find another staring at me.
With a grin that the mirror confirms is as predatory as it feels, I down the liquor in my glass and let my eyes move over my new distraction from head to toe.
Rust red hair shaved on one side of his head while the rest falls to his shoulders in shaggy layers. Smoky gray eyes with little flecks of a blue so dark it looks black scattered around the pupil.
Expressive brows, dark red five o’clock shadow, septum ring. Fair skin, pretty lips, and a scent that makes my mouth water.
Good lord, and the freckles.
He has them all over and I have never wanted to play connect the dots with my tongue more than I do right now. Especially since I can tell they keep going well beyond what I can see, most likely covering the entirety of his lean, muscled body.
A beta, judging by his build and overall vibe, but a scrappy one. Probably puts up a good fight based on that alone, but the touch of cauliflower ear and crooked line of his nose means he can take a hit just as well.
I like that.
“What can I get you?” He grins, not at all miffed by my lack of response.
He doesn’t flinch when I lean forward, using the rungs of my stool to somewhat stand, looking over the bar at his shitkickers, worn-out jeans, and the way his black t-shirt clings to his body.
He chuckles and arches a brow as he watches me. “What are you having, love?”
“You,” I blurt as I settle back onto my stool, internally cringing at my lack of filter. I don’t let it slow me down, though. As long as he doesn’t punch me, I might as well run with it. “Extra dirty, and on my rocks.”
“Brazen, aren’t you?”
I lean my elbows on the bar and shrug. “Honest. Direct. Aroused. Well hung.” Then I smirk. “Brazen works, too.”
The sexy redhead props an elbow close to mine, leaning in a little as he looks me up and down. “You got a name, or am I just supposed to call you well hung?”
Oh, I like him. “I’ll let you call me anything you want as long as you're bouncing on my cock while you do.”
“God, you have balls.” His eyes drop to my lips and goddamn, my bullshit might not be a turn-off for him.
“Big ones,” I say with a grin as I move a little closer. “You can see them if you want. I’ll even let you play with them if you ask real nice.”
His tongue darts out and wets his lip as those smoky eyes connect with mine. “All I have to do is say please?”
“Mhm.”
“Club closes in three hours, I’m off in four. Think you can wait that long?”
Hell yes. “For you? I’ll wait four years.”
The redhead rolls his eyes but he’s smiling. “Corny, but you’re sexy as fuck. You wait for me to get off, I’ll make sure you do.” Then he winks as he stands. “More than once if you’re lucky.”
I clutch my chest, twisting the thin fabric of my tank top in my fingers and flash him my nipple rings in the process. “I think I’m in love.”
“And I haven’t even sucked your dick yet.”
“Marry me.”
“Not until I know you can handle me.” He winks again and I might actually be halfway serious.
Most people wouldn’t let me get past the bit about my rocks but not only is he taking everything I’m throwing at him, he’s dishing it right back.
“I’m Leon.”
“Styx,” he says as he grabs the bourbon and pours me another drink. “Stay put until we close then I’ll meet you by the back door when I finish up.”
“Anything for you, Red.”
He arches a brow. “I believe that.”
“You should,” I say as he starts walking toward the group that just came up to the bar. “I’m a man of my word.”
I watch Styx get to work, waiting on the rowdy young men with every ounce of charm he possesses, but he doesn’t flirt. Not even a little playful smile to get an extra tip tossed at him.
Guess that means he’s serious about me.
I look to my left just in time to see Dimitri disappear into the stock room with another huge bodyguard, grinning to myself as he does.
Two reasons for me to sit and wait, and I have every intention of knowing what both of them taste like by the time I’m through.
STYX
“Fuck,” I hiss as Leon licks along the underside of my cock, circling the head before he sucks it between his lips and flicks my apadravya with his tongue.
“Mhm,” he hums around me before he releases my dick with a loud pop. “Absolutely.”
My chest heaves as I watch him kiss and lick his way up my body, those washed-out green eyes fixed on my face the entire time.
I saw him when he sat down at the bar and even though I was immediately attracted to him, I didn’t expect anything to come of it.
I definitely didn’t think this would be happening.
It’s been years since I’ve picked up anyone at Knotted Obsessions.
In the beginning, right after Ransom and I opened, we ran through a lot of staff and customers alike, but that was about ten years ago now.
One-night stands have lost most of their appeal, and the older I get, the pickier I am about, well, everything.
Rushing through closing just so I could see if that sexy alpha was actually waiting for me is new for me.
Even the promise of sex never had me straying from my routine and work ethic.
I’ve shot down dozens of potential no-strings partners so I could go over product orders or balance books.
The one thing I did make sure to do was empty the entire building, including all three floors, before our dancers left.
They all have individual escorts to their cars but their safety is too important to fuck around with and I won’t let some horny straggler make them regret working for us.
As soon as the last member of our staff was out and I knew it was only Ransom and Cole left upstairs, I told them I was out and hustled my half-hard self to the back lot to see if Leon was actually going to be there.
He was.
He was waiting right outside the door and the second I was through it, all caution was thrown to the wind.
I buried my fingers in his silvery white hair and kissed him harder than I have kissed anyone, possibly ever.
We were all over each other, tearing at clothes before I knew where we were going and since neither of us were able to wait, we wound up in the backseat of Leon’s car.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he mumbles against the side of my neck as he shoves his knee between my legs and covers my body with his. “You smell like mine.”
My stomach flips at his words, the same words that crept through my mind while we were talking at the bar.
It’s the only thing that makes sense, the only valid reason for the position we’re in now.
I never believed in that shit before but something about tonight was different from the second Knotted Obsessions opened and everything has backed that up since.
“You like that, beta?”
My back arches as his fingers wrap around my cock, pumping it a few times as he sits up some.
“Yes,” I groan as I look down to see him line his dick up with mine, the Jacob's ladder sitting against the hypersensitive underside.
Leon grunts as he holds both of us in one hand, reaching into a bag behind the passenger seat with the other.
He squeezes us as he fishes around for a few seconds and I swear to god I’m going to bust before anything really happens.
He dips his chin and kisses me slowly, smiling the entire time then it grows when he finally finds what he was looking for.
“Is that… a bottle of lube?” I frown but it immediately turns into a scowl because why the fuck does he have lube in here?
Is this something he does a lot? Picking up strangers and fucking them in his car?
If that’s the case I might have to rethink shit, and I’ll definitely have to question my instincts if this is the kind of person they lead me to, I—