Page 92 of Bourbon Sins
“Fifteen?” I asked in confusion.
“Did you not listen at all? Fuck, Lo you’re going to drive me to my grave.”
“Hey how about you go get laid instead because you need to fucking take a chill pill. Holy shit you are wound up.”
Kace got right in my face and said, “Just because you have Jett wrapped around your little finger doesn’t mean I’ll be the same way. Don’t fucking test me.”
The seriousness in his voice and the carnal look in his eyes made me swallow my tongue as I nodded. It wasn’t very often that I stepped down from someone, but at that moment, I knew I needed to shut my mouth because I didn’t like the way Kace had spoken to me, as if he could shred me in two without even trying.
He blew out a frustrated breath and ran his hands over his face before looking back at me. “It’s fifteen hundred for five minutes tonight. The minute the music starts, so does your time. Once the music ends then you ladies are allowed to leave. If one of the men touch you or speak to you, you are to raise both of your hands above your head, that is the signal for me to cut in. Got it?” Kace said as he looked directly at me.
“Got it,” I said, a little cowardly.
“Good, now get moving.”
I took a deep breath as I followed the girls out to the Toulouse Room, which was just dark enough that I couldn’t quite make out the features of the members unless I was right in front of them. Francy veered to the side as she stood next to the bar and watched. I followed Babs around the stage, since both of our men were right next to each other.
The minute we got in front of our men, the music started and so did our movements. All of our backs were toward the men as we dropped down in synchronization, giving the men a perfect view of our asses. The beat that was blaring through the speakers was erotic and the minute it hit my ears, it was driven into my soul and set my body into a gyrating frenzy. Once we presented ourselves to the men, we were allowed to do whatever, so as I worked my way back up, I sat down on the man’s lap, grabbed his thighs to support myself, and started making a wavelike motion over the man’s crotch with my ass.
Instantly, I was hit with his arousal—his big arousal—and I hated how much it turned me on. For all I knew the guy could be toothless and hairy and I wouldn’t know because I was so entranced by his dick poking into me. God there was something seriously fucked up with my head.
Focus, I chastised myself as I continued to work his lap. I leaned back so his chest supported me and I wrapped my hands around the back of his chair so he could look over my shoulder, giving him a good look at my cleavage. I closed my eyes and thrived off of the beat of the music as I worked the man’s body. A part of me wished that they were allowed to touch, only because at this moment, I was horny as hell, even though Jett finger fucked me earlier; it was the atmosphere, and the iron rod poking my ass that was sending me over the edge.
“You’re doing an amazing job, kitten.”
My body froze.
I would know that voice anywhere. “Don’t stop and don’t look at me or you’re going to get in trouble,” he purred into my ear.
Rex Titan.
Fuck, what did I do? I didn’t want to upset anyone, because I knew if Jett found out he would probably have a conniption, so instead of putting my hands above my head to signal Kace, I continued my slow dance.
“What are you doing here?” I asked between clenched teeth.
“I needed to see you, I needed to make sure you were going to show up on Sunday. I needed,” he gulped, “I needed to see if you were being taken care of.”
“I’m fine, Rex. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You have no clue what kind of man Jett Colby is, and what his intentions are.”
“Like you do?” I asked, as I turned to face him. His deep, dark eyes blazed into me. They were filled with lust, risky lust. His jaw clenched and ticked and the muscles in his chest were flexed as he held back from touching me. A part of me wanted him to touch me, wanted to feel the familiar embrace of this man who used to be a part of my life, but I knew it would be wrong, that it would go against the true feelings I have right now, my feelings for Jett.
He licked his lips as he looked at the juncture of where my hips rocked against his straining erection. Fuck, a couple more thrusts and a few more looks like that and I was going to be ready to come right. I hated to admit it to myself, but I missed Rex and his dark and dangerous look, his chestnut hair, smoldering eyes and the deep voice that rang through my ears when he was buried inside of me. But he was in the past . . .
“I know Jett better than anyone. He is not a good man.”
“How do you know him so well?”
“Come meet me on Sunday and I will explain everything. Please Goldie, I need to see you.”
“I don’t know . . .”
His hand lifted up and caressed my thigh. I instantly swatted him away and then looked over at Kace, who was talking to Francy. Thank God he didn’t see. Even though my heart was racing from the way Rex was disobeying every rule as a member, I couldn’t help but be turned on by how he touched me, by the way he talked to me, and the way he ate me alive with those penetrating brown eyes of his.
“You can’t touch me,” I hissed.
“But you want me to.” His smile was cockier than Jett’s, and it made me want to slap him across the face, even though he was right.
