He runs a hand over his head and smirks at me. A look that weeks ago would have made me go weak in the knees, but right now I feel nothing but irritation. “How about a lap dance for old times?”
“Wow. I’m walking away now.” Shaking my head, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by the behavior. Uno isn’t exactly the man I thought he was. But I guess no man ever is.
“I thought I could love you,” he tells me.
I stop and turn to face him. He is looking at me with pure lust. After being with Shawn, a man who truly loves me…I can easily discern the difference between the two. “You don’t know what love is. All you know is some fucked up version of what you think it is supposed to be. I almost feel sorry for you, but the more I think about it, the more I see it all so clearly. You’re both sick. You and Stephanie. Whatever happens between you two—you definitely deserve one another.” It’s close to midnight and I want to find Shawn. I leave Uno standing with his jaw on the floor. I guess I have more fire and sass than he thought.
Chapter 13
—Cocky
Melissa approaches me, and I can tell she’s upset. I see Uno coming out from the employee hallway after her. “What did he say to you? Did he put his hands on you?”
She gives me a slight shake of her head. “He didn’t say anything of any count. Only thing that matters is that I’m here with you.” Her arms circle my neck as our lips meet in a kiss that is better suited for being shared in private. My hands are on her ass and her knee comes up on my hip. “Come on, let’s get you a drink, yeah?” I lead her to the VIP section where I saved us a table.
We share a jar of Black Rebel Riders’ Moonshine. I can tell she is feeling good. Whatever worry she felt burdened by earlier is now gone replaced with a desire to enjoy the now. There have been plenty of request for lap dances from my girl, but I don’t want any man being tempted to touch her. It doesn’t stop me from getting a dance of my own from her though.
Her luscious booty is pumping over my crotch. Up and down in beat with the music. My baby knows how to move. How to turn me on by swaying her hips. Her fingers scratch the tops of my thighs over my jeans. She’s getting into her striptease. I grab her by the hips and push her down on my lap, refusing to let her back up. Restraining her doesn’t stop her from moving to the music as she grinds her ass on my growing erection. Kissing her shoulder, I confess, “God, Lissa, I need inside you.
Looking back at me over her shoulder Melissa looks so damn sexy. Circling her hips, she rubs her ass against me, teasing me, and tempting me to take what I want right here right now. I slide my hand down the front of her shorts, teasing her clit. Stroking her pulsing skin in soft but quick movements. Giving her just enough friction to drive her wild. Her legs spread further apart, granting me better access to her sweet pussy. I hook a finger inside her. She lays her head back on my shoulder and I claim her mouth as I continue to twist and stroke my finger in a come here motion inside her. Trembling against me she continues to grind, riding my hand, seeking her release. I palm one of her tits, tweaking her nipple. Rolling the hardening skin between my fingers as I kiss her neck. Fuck me she is so damn wet and warm. Her tight cunt is throbbing for my cock. And Goddamn if I don’t ache to be inside her. To feel her squeezing me. To feel her cum on my dick.
Reaching behind her and between us, she undoes my zipper and flips around to straddle me face to face. Pulling her shorts to the side as far as I can I stick my dick in her slick heat. I take my girl right here at the table. No one the wiser except Uno. I see him watching from the other side of the club and I don’t do anything to deter him. Let him see what he gave up. What he lost to me. I have his strip club and Melissa. Two things he will never have again.
The music lowers and the Emcee begins the countdown to New Years. Melissa grips my shoulders, throwing her head back. Her lips part with a sultry moan. An orgasm rakes through her and I find my own release just as the clock strikes twelve. I hug her close, sucking on her neck, marking her with my teeth as she milks me dry.
Holding her face between my hands, I am still inside her, because I want her again. “I love you forever. You make me so crazy, baby. You’re my favorite girl.”
“I love you too.” She hiccups, and I chuckle. “I want a taco.”
“You’re drunk.” I thrust my hips and she giggles then kisses me. I pull out and zip my j
eans.
“Let’s go get you that taco.”
“I want two big ones. Lots of sour cream.” She grins at me and bites her finger.
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I don’t want to be here giving Uno his proper send off, but I’m happy the bastard is finally leaving. All of his affairs here are settled and he has no reason to stay. Good fucking riddance if you ask me. I haven’t spoken to him since the hospital and have no plans of doing so now. I have said all I need to. Everyone else is practically sucking his dick now that he has been named VP of the Black Rebel Devils MC. Even the clubwhores are chasing after him, hoping he’ll pick one of them to take to the new club in Texas. I wish the bastard would take Carmen’s crazy stalker ass with him.
Stupid bitch has tried to talk to me three different times tonight. I still haven’t talked to Hades about putting her on a damn bus out of town. He’s been too busy negotiating our terms with the new merger and taking care of Sara and the kids. We’ve all been giving him shit. Telling him that he’ll be trading his Harley for a minivan. I hope I make Melissa as happy as my brothers make their old ladies. Everyone is in a good place. Shelly and Boogeyman are booming at their tattoo shop. Reaper and Harley just got hitched. Cupid and MaryAnn have a beautiful baby girl. Even Uno is having a baby. Terror and Amber are as crazy as ever. Amber made us some brownies. Wild ass is up to her same old tricks. Each pan of brownies has a note on the top.
Which reads:
Dear Filthy Fuckers,
Happy New Year. Just for shits and giggles. One pan has weed brownies and the other contains laxatives. Take your chances for a trick or a treat. Pick one, eat it, and wait thirty minutes. You will either giggle or you will shit.
Love,
Amber
Knowing Amber, she probably made them all with laxatives and super glued the toilet seats down. “Are they safe?” I question Terror.
He just rubs his chin and laughs. Then he replies, “What do you think?” Shaking my head, I break one open and do a taste test. Damn it tastes good. I eat two and thirty minutes later I am downright shitfaced. My stomach started grumbling and for a few minutes I was afraid I had made a grave mistake. Then I realized I was just hungry. Boogeyman and Cupid are just as blazed as I am and the dumbfucks ordered ten pizzas. Not at the same time. No. They would forget they placed their order and call in another. The food sure as hell doesn’t go to waste around here though.
Music is blaring from the jukebox and shit is starting to get wild. I stumble toward the stairs to go to my room. I’m in no shape to drive, though what I want most in the world right now is to crawl into bed with Melissa. She’s home with Jimmy, working on getting his bedroom decorated. I pull out my cellphone, dropping it three times on the staircase, lucky the screen hasn’t broken. I managed to put a nice crack across the center of the screen though.