Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,47
darts his fingers down until he’s right over my clit. “Tell me to touch you.”
“Touch me,” I gasp as he slides in and out harder.
“Where?” he asks.
“Touch my pussy,” I whimper.
His chuckle tickles my ear. “Good girl. That’s it.”
His fingers move fast and undo me, make me scream, make me shake against him and reach back to grab his hips and press him deeper than he was before.
“Harlow!” he moans, his body jerking over mine before he braces his arms on the dresser and keeps me trapped in his embrace.
I wait a few beats, then pull away from him, not wanting to do anything but climb back in bed. But I need to go to my job. My first dancing job! Much as it sucks to leave Gunner, there’s something thrilling about the idea of dancing and the thought that I’ll finally be proving my father and everyone who didn’t believe in me wrong.
I cup Gunner’s face in my hands and kiss him hard. “Thank you for that,” I grin. “I’ll be back and we’ll play with what’s in that little bag, okay?”
He tugs his pants back up on his hips. “I can’t wait, baby. Go have a good time. I’ll be ready when you’re done.”
***
We’re so busy chatting and doing last minute fixes of our hair and makeup, I’m hardly paying attention to where we pull up. When I glance out the window, I’m not the only one who’s suddenly quiet.
“Uh, where the hell are we?” Madison asks, adjusting a fake eyelash. “I thought we were dancing for a private party. I assumed that meant Hudson’s Country Club.”
“I was thinking Pillar’s,” Alex says, looking at the tiny bar that’s so not Piedmont’s premier club.
I’d been half hoping, half dreading that it was Pillar’s, because my father is a member. Part of me wanted to hide my risqué outfit and dance from his eyes because he’s my father. But part of me wanted to have one of those moments where he saw me from across the room, finally seeing onstage the things I’d talked about doing so many times. Daddy had come to ballet recitals all while I was growing up, but the kind of modern, passionate dance we were doing tonight was something he had no idea about.
But we weren’t at Pillar’s. Oh no we weren’t. And I felt my heart jump into my throat when I realized where exactly we were. And I felt so, so damn stupid for not putting it together sooner.
“Girls, this is a good paying gig. The company that booked this location could easily have afforded Pillar’s, but they wanted this atmosphere. Loose, casual, fun. We’re here to help them keep that atmosphere. Not to judge.” June, Jilly’s sister, gives us all a severe look. “I want to remind you that you’re here as professionals under contracts. So lose the belle look and march in there like you’re about to do a job. Got it?”
The other five girls nod, but my throat has closed. I grab Jilly’s arm before she can hop out of the huge suburban. “Jilly, you have to make excuses for me. I can’t do this.”
“Are you kidding? Every other girl looks to you when they’re unsure. You cannot not do this. Are you having stage fright?”
“Jilly, this is Gunner’s bar.”
“Shit. Um, okay. Look, I’m so sorry. June didn’t even know the location until yesterday, and she just said it was an old bar. I had no idea...will Gunner be pissed?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I have no idea how Gunner will feel about me dancing in next to nothing, probably on top of his bar. I’m not ashamed of what I do, but I have a feeling Gunner will be less than thrilled to see me doing it in a shady bar.
“Who would have booked this place?” I ask.
“An oil rig company? I don’t really know, but I guess they wanted to have downtime for the workers to relax and get some entertainment.” Jilly puts a hand on my arm. “I can stall for ten minutes. Can you call Gunner? Or is he here?”
I glance out the window.
His bike is here.
“I’ll meet you in ten. Thank you, Jilly.” I watch my friend slip away and try Gunner’s cell. He picks up, but it’s too loud inside for me to hear him. I hang up and text for him to come to the parking lot.
The sight of him coming out of the bar, all long legs in