The thing about Big Willies’ is Willie was never a dancer. He doesn’t understand that side of the business.
We do.
As the Trifecta, we know what it takes to keep the dancers happy and the money rolling in. I can’t wait to get started, and by the look on my brother’s faces they can’t either.
This is what we’ve been working our asses off for. Quite literally.
Instead of partying it up, we ended up cracking open some beers and laying out all of our plans on the kitchen table. All the changes and renovations we want to make spread out on the wood we used to have family dinner at every night.
Our excitement bounced off each other and before we realized how long we’d been talking about our club it was four in the morning. I told my brothers I was going to check on Clara before bed and ran out before they could fuck with me.
I didn’t expect her to be moaning and groaning, mumbling that she wanted to die when I entered my room. I got her water and some pain pills almost having to force feed her. I smiled when I had to put the pills in her mouth and help her drink the water. She was smashed to alcohol level annihilated. Why I climbed in bed behind her was something I can’t answer, and will never tell my brothers about.
Hell, I still can’t answer it.
My cock comes alive in the shower, hardening as I think about her.
Her body was cool, and she seemed so uncomfortable, I just wanted to make it better. I only planned to stay in bed with her until the pills kicked in and she settled back down. But when she held onto my arm and snuggled into my chest it was obvious I wasn’t going anywhere.
Last night was the first time I’ve had a girl in my bed that only slept, yet it was still one of the best nights I’ve had. I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed taking care of her.
Remembering her plastered against my chest as the hot water cascades over my overworked body, makes my dick throb. My hand moves down my chest as I picture Clara’s killer body poured into her red dress.
I had only good intentions when I peeled off that same dress. I wasn’t expecting my breath to be knocked out of me when I saw her pale skin reflecting the moonlight filtering into the room.
She’s a fucking knockout.
I’ve never had to dress a woman. My specialty is taking their clothes off. I had my t-shirt over Clara faster than I thought possible. I’m surprised I didn’t hear the sound barrier break by how quickly I covered her. Lusting after a passed out woman is too much for me, but she’s not passed out any more.
My dick pulses as I picture slipping it into Clara’s lush red lips. Would she look up at me with her bright blue eyes?
Fuck.
I snap off the water and order my dick to behave. I dress in sweats and a white t-shirt hurrying out to the kitchen. Clara sits on the stool I left her on talking to Axel as he makes coffee. She laughs at something he said and a shock of jealousy punches me in the gut.
I need to calm the hell down. Axel isn’t trying to get into Clara’s pants, or get her out of my t-shirt.
“Hey, Benny.” Axel holds up a mug and I nod, my eyes flicking to Clara as he pours my coffee.
I smirk as I notice Clara sagging into the stool. The pain pills and water I forced on her last night are only doing so much to keep her feeling somewhat alive.
“How you doing?”
Her head moves with effort and I can tell she’s hurting. “I’m still alive.”
“Not for lack of trying, right? You were begging for death to come and take you away last night.”
Her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, bringing some much needed color to her pale face.
“It’s ok, Clara. Most women beg for death when they find themselves in my brother’s bed.” Damien slaps me on the back, his hair wet and slicked back from his recent shower.
Clara clears her throat in what sounds suspiciously like a laugh. Axel refills the coffee mug she’s holding onto as if it is the most important object in her life.
“You’re some type of superhero,” Axel says as he puts bacon in the oven.
“Believe me I feel nothing like a superhero.” Clara sips her coffee, her face pulling in some more color.
“Oh no, you’re going to be a legend in this house,” Axel continues and I come over slugging him so he’ll shut up.
“Knock it off. You know what, Clara why don’t we just go get some breakfast. I’m the best cook in the house and since dumbass is ruining the bacon, there’s no reason to stay here. I’ll go get your clothes.”