of how the fuck to get the money into a bank so I can buy a house but, fuck, nothing can kill my high.
Nothing.
I’ll be home in the morning, Angel. Don’t forget to wrap that pussy up like a present for me.
Shivers run down my spine.
It almost freaking killed me, but I stopped in at the sex shop on the way into The Boulevard the night before. Rue had to tag along and it was easy enough to tell him I needed new stockings but really I had a plan.
I don’t want to wear my dancing lingerie for Tomi.
I want to wear pieces that are only for him… things that only he gets to see on me. The minute I quit my job I’m throwing the rest out and being done with it but I want to have nice shit for him. God, every time I shut my eyes I can see the fire in his eyes the one and only time he came and sat to watch me dance on stage.
He’d done it to prove a point to that other biker that threatened me but I know for sure he likes what I can do on the pole. He sat there drinking his whiskey and watched me without once trying to hide how hard I was making him.
I miss the weight of his cock on my tongue and the tight grip of his fist in my hair when he shoves me further down the fat length of him.
Oh God.
I’ve learned how to touch myself since he’s been gone. I’m glad he’s not actually able to see me beyond the photos he asks for because I’m so embarrassed and ashamed of doing it but the messages he sends me light a fire in my blood.
Show me how wet I’ve made you.
Spread your lips for me, a man needs to see what he owns.
Three fingers, Angel, your pussy misses my cock so bad you’re weeping all over my sheets.
So I consider spending the day in bed here and waiting up for him. I could work on my college shit all night and then grab a nap before he gets home… it would be perfect, except then Poe messages me.
Speck’s trying to sign himself outta the hospital. Rue’s pissed and he’s taking me and the twins to The Boulevard to keep us all locked down while he goes to fight the fucker with Keely and Trink. You’re working right? I’m bringing my homework, I need your help.
A night with Poe sounds like more fun than being locked up and I can make the dances my last ones. A little extra cash never hurt anyone.
By the time Rue knocks on the door I’m dressed and ready to go and he’s… looking fucking livid.
“Oh. Uh… are you… okay?”
He scowls at me as he grabs my bag to carry and jerks his head at me to follow him. “I’m fine, I just need my dumbass fucking cousins to stop tryna fucking die. Are we stopping for food? I need to grab Poe on the way so follow me out that way.”
I shake my head and stumble to keep up with him. Law and Lyn are both waiting next to my truck, Law grins and says, “Is it cool if we ride over with you? Rue’s gonna be a dick if he has to take his truck over.”
I nod and try not to wince at the idea of the three of us squishing into the bench seat because they’re not exactly small guys. Rue sees my reaction anyway and snaps at him, “Keep your hands to yourself, I’ll cut ‘em the fuck off even if Keely would come after me for it.”
Lyn scoffs and shoves his phone into his pants. “Tomi already got to her first, you might wanna take that shit up with him.”
I blush and get into my truck before I can hear the response to that but Rue smacks him in the back of the head as he walks around to the passenger side to stash my bag for me.
I try not to think about how much money is actually in it.
“Poe’s and then The Boulevard. If Lyn keeps running his mouth, I’ll beat the little fucker until he learns. Law, get in the middle and don’t fucking touch her.”
I’m sure the drive is hell for the twins but Law doesn’t once touch me. He has to damn near sit in Lyn’s lap to do so but he’s laughing and joking the whole