He chuckled and finished getting undressed, giving her a little show as he did.
James crawled onto the bed, lying beside her. He touched her hip. “So what’s going to happen?” he asked.
“This has to be the strangest conversation ever,” she said, laughing.
He ran his hand up her body, cupping her breast. She licked her lips, and gasped when he pinched the tip. His touch was awakening the woman within that she really thought had gone to sleep for good once she settled into Greater Falls. She’d gone to the city to play as she’d not wanted a reputation in the place she worked. Small towns didn’t like having a free thinking, sex-crazy woman at their school. She wasn’t sex crazy, not really. Cora just knew what she liked, and didn’t apologize for it.
“You’re a fiery woman, and I fucking love it. We’re fucking, and spending time together. I like you, Cora.”
“You don’t even know me,” she said, biting her lip.
“I don’t need to know you completely to know that I like spending time with you. You’re my kind of woman, and you’re not expecting any kind of shit from me.”
“I like my job. I don’t want you to start ordering me around, telling me what I can and can’t do. We’ll never get along if you do.”
“I don’t want you telling me to change the club.”
“I’m not interested in changing your club or who you are.” She reached
out, taking hold of his cock.
“So we’re fucking, and spending some time together?” he asked.
“I guess that’s what we are doing. No expectations, no promises, no nothing.”
“Woman, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
****
Several hours later James walked back into his clubhouse pretty damn happy with himself. He’d only just left Cora, and he was more than sated. Entering the clubhouse, he saw Leo and Paul were sitting at the bar nursing a drink. There was no sign of Stacey, or Pixie. He wondered what had sent them off looking gloomy. Both men were usually chipper about everything. James knew he certainly was tonight. A day between Cora’s thighs was enough to make any man happy.
Walking to the bar, he asked for a drink off Kitty Cat. She wouldn’t be visiting the back room for a couple of days. Whenever Caleb got into the mood to spank and work a club whore, he made sure they were left more than satisfied. With Kitty Cat, though, Caleb was trying to make her realize she wanted him. Something was going on between them two, and James was making sure neither of them got hurt.
When Kitty Cat leaned over the bar, he saw the welts from the crop across the back of her thighs.
“Thanks, baby,” he said, taking the beer from her grip.
“You’re welcome, Prez.” She gave him a wink before moving down to serve some of the customers. Saturday night was always busy, and they opened part of the club for the town folk. From the look of some of the men, they were in fucking heaven.
This was what he loved about settling down. His vision when he’d seen this place, rundown and in need of some loving, had been right on the money. He’d seen the potential straight away. James had been right, and the club was in profit in every business, which was damn fine.
“How was your afternoon?” Leo asked.
“I spent it balls deep in the best pussy in town.” James saw both men share a look.
“What?”
“Stacey’s pretty damn fine.”
He paused with the beer against his lips. “Is that going to be a problem?” He gave a quick thought to Cora. She wouldn’t like it if her friend got hurt, or if Leo and Paul started to pursue Stacey, if she didn’t want to be pursued. Damn, he hoped this kind of shit didn’t get complicated.
“Don’t know what you mean?”
“You fucking do. Stacey’s left her mark on you.” James needed to make sure it didn’t cause any problems for him and Cora. He liked her, and wasn’t ready to let her go.
“No, she’s special, but not unlike any other pussy,” Paul said, clearly trying to sound detached. His face was telling another story. If it was just any pussy, a guy didn’t look like he was being torn in two.
“Fuck, you like her?”