Lacy looks white as a ghost as she grabs her belongings and shoves them into a weekend bag. “I’m going to look around a little bit while you finish getting ready.” Lacy nods absently, still focused on getting her things without any argument at all. I head into the bathroom, and then all the other rooms, checking for wires or cameras because the creeps we run into aren’t above planting those. And this guy seems more determined than most.
She walks out dressed in blue jeans, short brown boots, and a white blousy top with a tie and all that long red curly hair bouncing around her breasts making it hard to look at anything else. “All set?” I ask.
“I will be; let me just grab a couple more things,” she says, heading into the kitchen. She rummages around in the refrigerator and cupboards and then is ready to go.
I follow her into the small little kitchen space. “Why don’t you leave your car here? I’ll be driving you around until we get this settled,” I tell her.
She opens her mouth, I assume to argue, but it’s one she’s not about to win. “Your safety, my rules. Got it?”
Her eyes flash with flecks of defiance, and her lips turn into a sexy little pout. My hand snakes under that silky mass of hair, pulling her to me in one swift movement. “I make the rules about your safety. He may be getting increased pressure from his dad. I don’t want him anywhere near you.” I push a wayward curl from her face and watch that defiance turn to hazy lust and desire matching my own.
I cradle her nape and capture her lips, molding her body to mine and crushing her with my desire as her body softens toward me. So fucking responsive in every imaginable way.
Lacy moans against my lips and wraps her hands around my neck, drawing me closer while her small little sounds of pleasure turn my dick to stone. Rules, or no rules, about sex with our clients, this was always going to end one way for us. I knew it from the first time I laid eyes on the red-headed beauty.
I grasp her hips and lift her onto the kitchen counter, kissing down the side of her neck and that sensitive little spot behind her ears before peeling her blouse and silky little bra. Her nipples stand firm and erect, the perfect color of pink. Pure perfection. I stroke them gently and then more firmly, taking turns with my tongue until I know exactly what Lacy likes by the way she purrs with desire and runs her fingers through my hair.
We should take this much slower, much, much slower, but she wraps her legs around my waist and draws me to her heat, her desire as red hot as my own. I unzip her jeans and lift her. “Hang on to me with your legs.” She does exactly as I instruct as I peel those skintight jeans and silky panties over the feminine curves of her hips, setting her back on the counter to slide them down her legs and drop them and her boots onto the floor. I pick her up, my hands grasping the velvety skin of her firm lily-white ass while suckling her breasts as I brace her against the kitchen wall. “Tell me you don’t like it easy.”
She moans in my ear, her breath brushing against the sensitive shell of my ear, making my dick throb against the heat radiating from her core. “I don’t like it easy, Garrett,” she whispers.
Her desire and impatience with clothes matches my own. I’ve already unzipped and slide balls deep into her while balancing her weight against the wall. Her head rolls back with the pleasure of my thrust. “Open your eyes, Lacy.” She does exactly what I ask, and I thrust again, deep, right to the very end of her. “Garrett,” she gasps, her legs tightening around me like a vice that doesn’t want to let go as I do it again.
The minute I hit that special little button in just the right spot, her mouth forms an O shape that tells me everything that she doesn’t need to say. I hit it again and again, making her eyes roll and causing her to pant my name in the sexiest of ways. I don’t stop until she’s trembling on the end of my dick, and I’ve released rope after rope of my seed deep inside of her, and I’m soaked in her cream.
I hold her tight, pushing a wayward curl that’s fallen over her eyes out of her face so that I can see every emotion running over that gorgeous face as our breathing returns to normal. I kiss her lips, moving slowly, still not ready to part with her heat. When I do pull out, I let her slide down the length of my body until her pink painted toes reach the floor.
Lacy looks up at me, her eyes still hazy but starting to clear. “I don’t do this, I mean, I just did, but I don’t usually do this sort of thing.”
I grin. “You mean bring a man you barely know to your house and seduce him?”
Her mouth gapes. “Garrett! I’m pretty sure that’s not the way it went. Now, was it? I seem to recall you wooing me with all your manly charms. How was I supposed to resist? Tell me that?”
I kiss her lips instead, not really wanting this to end, but knowing there’s work to get done to keep her safe, and it’s not going to get done by itself. I zip my pants and buckle my belt. She gestures through the door. “You can use the bathroom right off the living room. Make yourself at home, there are fresh washcloths and towels in the upright cabinet. I have just enough time to jump in the shower before we need to go. I’m the first one onstage tonight, so I can’t be late.”
“Sounds good.” I make my way to the bathroom and get washed up before surveying some of the items she has laying around and on the walls of her living room. A picture of an older couple must be the grandparents who originally owned the place guessing by their age. A young couple holding a toddler with flaming red hair wearing a grass-colored green dress by a small park that I recognize right off of Main Street.
Lacy joins me and smiles up at me shyly. I take her hand. I’m standing so close that I could reach out and capture those pouty lips with a kiss, but there is work to be done. She follows me out the door, sliding into the passenger seat as I hold the door open for her. “Straight to the bar?”
“Sounds good.”
I glance out the rearview to make sure we’re not being followed. “You didn’t have anything to eat yet. You want to stop for something, or do you grab something at the casino?”
She pulls a couple protein bars from her purse. “I usually just eat one of these until after the show.” I feel the heat of her eyes on my skin, the same way I always do every time those green eyes skim over me as though she’s still sizing me up, trying to determine what this is between us.
I know exactly how she feels. This thing, whatever it is, has taken on a life of its own. “We can grab something if you want.”
She shifts and crosses her leg, letting her brown boot sway in the air. “I won’t be able to eat much until I’m done dancing tonight. I’m not comfortable with being on stage yet, but it’s starting not to bother me as much.”
I’m not usually at a loss for words. Somehow, you’re a natural, and no man in his right mind can take his eyes off you. Or I’d like to deck every man who even looks for longer than a second, both come to mind while both seem completely out of line. I vote for neither and don’t say a word. She gestures for me to take a turn as we get closer to Kenny’s. “You can drive around back to the employee entrance. You can even come into the bar with me, but obviously not into the dressing room. The ladies probably wouldn’t mind if it was you, though.”
I smirk but keep my eyes on the road as I pull around back and park. “What time do you get off?”
Lacy hesitates for a moment. “I’m on at eight, nine, and ten tonight. Weekends I go until one in the morning, but weeknights, folks don’t tend to be out as late. Even the tourists seem to have somewhere to be early the next morning, so they head back to their hotels at a decent time.”
I get out and scan the area, checking for that black truck, because I’m not expecting the asshole to leave her alone until this is resolved. I come around and open the door, placing my hand on the small of her back as we make our way to the employee entrance. I hold it open for her. Lacy’s hand touches mine, and I lace her fingers with mine. Her pretty little cheeks turn red.
This attraction is definitely not one sided; that’s for damn sure. I let go and place my hand on her lower back until we reach the ladies’ locker room. Even once there, I’m not ready to let her go. “Here, give me your phone, and I’ll put my number in it. Then you text me if you need me, right? I’ll take a seat where I can keep my eyes on you.”
She nods, and those lovely eyes heat my skin, saying everything she doesn’t have to say. I feel it too, baby. I break the connection and head to the bar but take the long way around the club so I can make sure for myself that nothing is amiss. PJ sees me and heads down to take my order. “Beer?”
I shake my head. “Not tonight, PJ. Coke, please.”
PJ nods and is still filling a glass with ice when the lights lower, pulling my undivided attention to the stage. Lacy walks onto it in a little white skirt, bare middle, skimpy white top, and a long white fluffy tail that floats behind her as she prances around on her five-inch red Louboutin heels with her bright green eyes locked on mine.
My cock throbs uncomfortably against the seam of my jeans. Lacy’s energy rises as she hits the pole, wrapping a long gazelle-like leg around the shaft of metal, sliding up and down, swinging her hair in time with the music, and managing to maintain our connection as she does.
The crowd starts whistling, but she has eyes for no one else but me. She flips upright, strutting to the beat, tantalizing each and every patron as they watch with bated breath, waiting for her as she takes her time, unclipping the slinky strap of her top, teasing us all with the creamy expanse of her breasts before loosening the little tie that holds it on.
The blood courses through my veins with unprecedented speed as I watch, mesmerized as she puts on her little show. I keep her gaze captured with my own as she slowly strips, tantalizing the crowd before letting the rest of her top fall to the floor as she sways and spins in her G-string and fluffy tail.
I take in every inch of her pert breasts and upright nipples, long waist, and taut little belly with the silver chain hanging from a piercing in her navel, imagining her bent over in front of me while I play with her tail.
Lacy wiggles her ass before she spins for the finale as my dick hardens to stone. My eyes never leave her as she finishes her dance and prances off the stage. PJ slides a glass of ice water across the counter and laughs. “Men come from miles around to see Lacy dance,” she says.
I take a long pull of the cold liquid that doesn’t have a chance in hell of putting out these flames. There’s only one way to do that, and we’ve done it, yet here I am still wanting her again.
The door opens, and my gaze turns as Jake walks in, heading to a table in the middle of the casino and bar. I watch him settle in and his dark eyes scan the bar, and his jaw sets the minute he sees me. A waitress stops by his table and takes his order, as the next girl up to dance walks onto the stage. His attention is drawn to the long-haired blonde prancing around in red lingerie, but my eyes are only on him.
He’s exactly where I want him right now. Where I can see him. He orders another beer as the third lady comes on, slamming it back in no time at all. A waitress floats by him, and he catches her by the arm to get another before he’s even finished the one she gave him the last time.
The minute the dancer finishes her set, Jake’s impatience gets the best of him. He gets up, making his way to the back. I give him just enough time to get there, but not enough to do any harm.
I follow him into the ladies’ locker room as at least six half-dressed ladies including Lacy protest his intrusion, and then mine. A couple ladies who are already dressed leave, not wanting any part of the trouble that is sure to follow. Jake pins Lacy against the wall. I’m almost to him when her knee comes up and meets his groin. He groans in pain, grabbing his junk, and slouches over to catch his breath, while she stands above him ready to do it again.
I grab him by the neck. “Sorry, ladies. You’ll excuse me while I finish the job Lacy started and teach this asshole some manners.” He fights me as I drag him out the back door, screaming obscenities until I toss him against the brick wall. His eyes are drugged-out red, and his breath leaches with beer covering up by of the stench of foul-smelling whiskey. “You don’t listen so well. Lacy, she’s off limits; you understand?” I ask, keeping my hand pressed against his windpipe as he struggles to free himself from my hold.
“Fucker,” he manages to get out while I redo my grip.
My knee comes up and finishes what Lacy started. His face turns red, and he chokes on whatever he was going to say. “The next time you come near her, you’re going to lose them for good. You find a way to get your dad to back off Lacy and get her payments back to where they were for her dad. And stay away from her. She’s not leaving this town.”