CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
*Chaz “Cash” - Treasurer*
While Kal continues swatting at buzzing yellow jackets in the office and Coty is preoccupied with Lace, the rest of our club members are circled around the main stage, throwing hundreds up at a new stripper as she goofs around, buck-ass naked despite it being only a topless bar.
Pay enough, rules fly out the window. Now that the entire saloon is reserved and the doors are locked, we can do whatever the hell we please.
But we didn’t shut down the saloon to get a special show; we closed it to give these dancers some time off, to overfill their tip jars, and to bend Stoney over.
If he’s going to antagonize us by fucking with Lace, then we’re going to antagonize him by stealing his paycheck. Hard cash under the table for the dancers. No one tips out the house tonight.
As an added bonus, clearing the building will make a few of our to-do tasks a bit easier. First, we can pitch the charity event concept for this season to the dancers. Then, Brodi and I need to put into motion the wrench we intend on throwing in the honeymoon Coty has planned with Lace this weekend.
But all that has to wait until they’re done reuniting. Tearing my eyes away from the two of them is hard to do. I fucking seethe every time he steals her attention. Where she is concerned, Coty can strut sitting down.
I love my club brother but envy how easily he just gives zero fucks and takes what he wants. Most of all, I envy that he claimed her while I sat back and watched it happen. I knew her first. Before Kal fucked her. Before Coty even met her. I wanted her then. I want her now. High school regrets.
Aching for a distraction, I snatch one of the girls around the waist as she passes me, plop her down into my lap — pretty young thing, fair-skinned, full cups. “Lay down on the stage for me, snow.” I give her the nickname right away, both because of her light coloring and because of what I’m about to do with her.
Taking out the baggie of blow I bought from the bartender, I nudge her off my lap, slapping her on the ass. My eyes dart toward Brodi who is trying awfully hard to pay attention to what Baylor is whispering in his ear and not be distracted by the glistening pussy on stage.
Baylor is scheduling assignments for the weekend, likely. He hit me up right after Coty laid me out. First on my calendar is a daytime assignment tomorrow afternoon with the reconnaissance late tonight.
Bay finally stands and moves on to Vee.
As soon as Brodi takes a quick glance away from the dancer and catches my gaze, I snap my fingers and call him over.
Brodi spots the pack of blow in my hand and the sprawled stripper waiting patiently on the stage in front of me. Fast as lightning, he shoots out of the chair and comes rushing over, palms rubbing together. “Fuuccck yes,” he groans. Bro plops onto his ass near her head and digs into his pocket for a Benjamin.
“When are you up?” I ask, tapping the white powder out of the bag and onto the line between her spread tits.
“Tomorrow night,” he responds, rolling up the bill into a makeshift straw. Because why the hell not? “Same time as the thing we have planned for Lace. Think the event can double as a distraction, too?”
“Yeah. Hell yeah. Once everyone is privy, I’ll run the details by them.”
The girl, snow, doesn’t even ask what we’re doing, already high as a kite on who-knows-what herself. She gives me a lazy smile and licks her lips while I use my finger to straighten the line. Brodi then leans over her and snorts the blow from her cleavage, rubbing a finger under his nose with an extra sniff at the end before slipping the bill into one of her hands.
Repeating the steps, hundred-dollar straw and all, I take a hit myself and crush the bill into her other hand before pulling her back up to an upright position. I fall back into the chair, spread my legs, and let the magic take over my body. The girl plops into my lap again, but I send her on her way.
Soon, the welt on my cheek from where Coty hooked me aches less, and I am ready to go fuck with him again.
I shoot to my feet and head toward the bar.
Snow steps in my way.
“Want a private dance?” she asks, pushing her hands through my hair. I grab her wrists and place them back down to her sides.
“Not right now, snow.” I lean forward and give her a quick kiss on the cheek before sidestepping and approaching Lace to, unceremoniously, get all up in the lovebirds’ business.
With a quick glance over my shoulder, I catch the good Chaplain trying to peer around me futilely. My focus whips back around and hones in on Lace. A waft of her saltwater and sun aroma whooshes through my senses, right along with her post-orgasm ripeness.
Coty tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at me. The stupid, high grin on my face results in a tense throb to my tender cheek. My eyes drift down to his hand, buried between her thighs, and I move fast: gripping his wrist, yanking it out of her leggings, and shoving his fingers in my mouth.
“Goddammit, Cash!” Coty rages, jerking his hand away from my mouth. “Fucking psycho.” He holds his fingers up, disgusted that my saliva is on them, mixing with her juices. He then rolls his eyes at me and gives both of us pointed glares before stalking to the bathroom to wash it off.
I take my place between her legs. Lace’s brown eyes are wide but not surprised. Her lips tighten to repress a grin. My gaze flits over every inch of her beautiful face, memorizing it for a moment before Coty comes back out.
“Hey,” I whisper, eyes catching on her perfect mouth.
Her lips loosen and lift to the side. “Hey,” she whispers back.
Every nerve inside me fucking tingles where there is pressure between our bodies, and just that one, whispery word has my cock jumping to attention through the way-too-many layers of my reinforced riding suit.
Her pink tongue snakes out to dampen her lips, and I cave; Coty be damned, I lean forward, and unlike the last kiss I stole, I give her a real kiss this time. Curling her long, blonde hair behind her ear and running my thumb down along her cheek and jaw, I dip my tongue inside her sweet, warm mouth.
One of her fingers traces the long line of my zipper, ending where my stiff cock presses painfully against the leather. She wraps her palm around my hip and pulls me tighter against her to create even more friction between us.
The sounds of stomping footsteps penetrate the music of her heavy breathing, and I slowly break the kiss, immediately turning my attention to an approaching Coty.
His head is angled down like a bull ready to charge. I turn my opposite cheek to him and point at the unblemished cheekbone, ready for the next hit.