by J. M. Walker
“Let’s go do a shot,” she said, giving him a wide smile.
Vince looked back at me as he was being dragged away and only shrugged.
Rory laughed and went to join them while Mason stood back with me.
“You want to join us?” he asked me.
“No. Thank you. I should go.” And do what, I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like I had to make sure people were having a good time or anything. The party was at a strip club and the drinks were cheap. You couldn’t get much better than that. “I need to make a phone call.” Before Mason could question me, I went back down the hall Vince and I had just come from, and checked my phone. I had a few text messages from clients, a couple of emails from my students’ parents but nothing that was out of the ordinary. Truth was, I didn’t like the fact that Tenise stole Vince from me. It was innocent. I knew that but something about the situation didn’t sit well with me.
While Vince mingled with friends, I spent the rest of the night making sure no one trashed the place. I appreciated the owners letting me rent out the club and that they never charged me for it, but it didn’t mean I wanted to leave them with a mess of any kind.
“Do you ever stop working?”
I turned, finding two women coming toward me.
Shawnee Drake and Emma Morin both grinned wide smiles at me.
I laughed, holding my arms out. “It’s good to see you girls.”
“Good to see you too.” Shawnee reached me first, giving me a hug. She pulled away just as Emma pulled me into her arms.
She sighed, petting my head. “If only you liked pussy.”
I laughed harder. “You’d be the first I’d call.”
She pulled away from me, keeping her hands on my shoulders. “Something’s wrong.”
I hesitated, looking between her and Shawnee. “No. Why would you say that?”
Shawnee placed her elbow on Emma’s shoulder. “She’s been playing with her tarot deck again.”
“Did they tell you anything decent?” I asked Emma. Not that I believed in that sort of thing, but I still found I was curious just the same.
“They said that I’ll find happiness.” Her smile widened. “And I have. With my girls.” She hooked her arm around Shawnee’s shoulders, pulling her closer and kissing her cheek.
All of us laughed.
The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly tingled. I looked over my shoulder, finding Vince standing at the bar, looking my way. He tipped his beer toward me, giving me a nod.
My stomach fluttered. I blew him a kiss.
He grinned.
“Oh is that him?” Emma asked. “He’s cute. Not that men do it for me, but he really is.”
“He’s sweet and nice too,” I told her. “Which helps.”
Shawnee scoffed. “No fucking kidding. Men these days want one thing and one thing only. Just because I dance and take off my clothes for a living, doesn’t mean shit. It does not mean that I’m easy.”
“Alright, sweetheart.” Emma grabbed her hand, patting the top of it. “Take a deep breath.”
Shawnee inhaled, letting it out slowly.
“Better?” Emma raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Shawnee scowled. “Just annoying.”
“I get that,” I told them. Just then, I saw Vince approaching us. The closer he got, the harder my heart raced.
“Hello, ladies.” He smiled as he neared us.
“Hello there, handsome.” Shawnee waggled her eyebrows.
Vince chuckled, coming to my side and sliding his fingers in mine, then kissed my cheek. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi.” I stepped into his side, a sense of relief washing over me just from his mere touch.
Shawnee pulled a lipstick tube from her back pocket. It was a deep blood red. The only makeup she ever wore outside of when she performed. With her face bare, her dark freckles showed. The men loved them, so she always used it to her advantage. When she finished applying her lipstick, she stuck out her hand. “Shawnee but the boys call me Amethyst.”
“And I’m Emma.” Emma gave me a wink. “Men don’t call me, but the ladies do, and they call me over and over and over and over—”
Shawnee gently shoved her.
“And over,” Emma added.
“We get it.” I laughed.
“Nice to meet you.” Vince chuckled, returning Shawnee’s handshake. “And I’m Vince.”
“Oh, we know.” Shawnee grinned. “Your girl has told us all about you.”
“She has, has she?” He looked down at me, smirking.
I rolled my eyes. “She’s lying. She’s bored, so she likes to make up stuff.”
Shawnee pouted. “I do not. Maybe I can go play with that slut of a friend you’ve told me about.”
Vince frowned. “Ashton?”
I coughed. “Uh…I never called him a slut but yeah, that’s who she’s talking about.”
Vince chuckled. “He gets around. Hasn’t found his person I guess.”
I snorted. “I don’t think he’ll ever find his person.”
“Fine with me.” Shawnee pulled the elastic from her long blonde hair and shook out the tresses until they fell in waves around her shoulders. “I don’t want a relationship anyway. Which one is he again?”
“He’s probably standing with another guy who looks like him,” I told her as she walked away. “They’re twins.”
Shawnee grinned, giving us a wink. “Even better.”
Emma shook her head. “I’m going to go call Amber and Penelope. See if they want to get together for drinks. Apparently Amber is having some problems with some biker. Who knows? You guys want to join us?”
I looked up at Vince.
“I’ll do whatever.” He leaned down to my ear. “But I’d rather do you, Queenie.”
I shivered, my cheeks heating. “I think we’ll pass,” I told her.
She laughed. “Sure. Choose cock over your friends. I get it.” She closed the distance between us and pulled me into her arms. “He breaks your heart; I’ll chop off his dick and feed it to my cat. You hear me?”
“I hear you.” I returned the embrace. “Thank you.”
“Any time.” She released me, gave Vince a look, and headed down the hall toward the bar.
“You have some interesting friends,” he said with a grin.
“You mean besides your sister, my sister, and Piper?” I laughed.
“Yeah.” He kissed my temple. “They good to you?”
“They are. I’m actually teaching them a routine.” I was proud of that little fact.
“Really? And how are you doing that?” Vince asked, his voice coming out rougher than I had ever heard before. Especially with me.
I crossed my arms under my chest, staring up at him. “Problem?”
“I…” He pulled me closer. “No. No problem. As long as you keep your clothes on.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” I stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “You are the only one I take my clothes off for.”
***
(Vince)
I didn’t see Gigi for the rest of the night. I did catch her cleaning every so often or picking up after people. She would sometimes throw her head back and laugh at whatever was said to her when she stopped to speak with someone. But other than that, she kept her distance. I was sure it was so I could mingle, hang with my friends and so on, but as much as I loved them, I needed Gigi more.
She would look my way every now and again. I would stand up taller and she would wave. Every time a guy stopped to talk to her, it took everything I was made of not to storm over and punch the shit out of him.
“Vin, you look sad.” Tenise came up to me and sat on the barstool beside me. She turned toward me, her knee brushing against mine.
I adjusted myself on the stool, trying to move away as best I could without having to sit on another stool but that only seemed to make her inch closer. “I’m fine,” I told her.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
“I am.” I
finished off my beer and signaled the waiter. “Can I just get a water please?”
He nodded and came back with a bottle of water.
“Thank you.” I twisted off the cap and finished off half the bottle before placing it on the bar top.
“Water?” Tenise raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Why not?”
“It’s your twenty-first birthday, Vin.” She took a sip of her red drink. I assumed it was some fruity concoction. Maybe cranberry juice and vodka. I had seen her drink that a time or two at the parties Rory threw every now and again.
“So? I don’t want to be hungover tomorrow,” I explained, which I wasn’t sure why I had to. I had always liked Tenise for Rory but lately, she was getting too close. It was just little things and I was sure it was innocent, but he was my best friend and that came first.
“We need to make a promise to each other,” Mason said, taking a sip of his beer.
“What’s that?” I moved to the empty spot beside him on the couch.
“We need to promise that we won’t let a girl get in the way of our friendship,” he said as Rory came into the living room.
“I agree.” Rory slumped onto the chair beside the couch. “Unless it’s your mom though.”
My head whipped around. “Dude, that’s my fucking mom.”
“Yeah and she’s hot as hell.” Rory shrugged. “You know it’s true,” he said, looking at Mason.
“I’m not saying shit.” Mason went back to drinking his beer.
“Leave my mom out of this but yes, I agree. No woman can come between us. Ever.” I shook my head, still not impressed that Rory thought my mom was hot.
“Deal.” Rory clinked his beer bottle against mine. “What about your sister?”
“Fuck off, asshat,” I snapped but I couldn’t help but laugh.
That conversation had been so long ago, I’d almost forgotten about it. But I definitely hadn’t forgotten about our pact.
“So you and that girl.”
My eyes flicked to Tenise. I had forgotten she was still sitting beside me after being stuck in my own head.
“I—” Something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. A man was hugging Gigi. Before I knew what I was doing, I was off the stool and stomping toward her.
My name was called but I couldn’t focus on anything other than finding out who the fuck was hugging my girl.
As I zeroed in on them, Gigi shoved the man back, a deep frown set between her brows. A breath of relief left me, but it still didn’t mean that I didn’t want his blood.
She stiffened, slowly turning my way. Something flashed behind her eyes when she saw me heading toward her.
The man looked my way, his gaze burning into me, but I kept my sight on Gigi.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he demanded but I walked right past him.
Closing the distance between Gigi and I, I cupped her cheek and crushed my mouth to hers.
She gasped, melting into me.
Slipping my tongue between her lips, the kiss went past being considered appropriate. Especially in public. But I knew that she liked being watched, so I was willing to give her that excitement and also fulfill every single fantasy she ever had.
I was vaguely aware of the cheers and hollers going on around us.
“Vince,” she whispered, breaking the kiss.
“Remember who you belong to,” I told her, brushing my thumb along her swollen mouth. Releasing her, I didn’t wait for a response and walked away with a smug smile on my face.
Gigi
After Vince claimed me in front of everyone with a mere kiss, I didn’t see him for the rest of the party. When I was cleaning up and most of the people who had attended started to leave, I got a text.
Vince: I’m home.
When I went to respond, another text came through showing an image of him wearing gray sweatpants and nothing else. It left little to the imagination as I saw the outline of his very thick cock behind the fabric.
I shivered, my center clenching with anticipation.
Me: I’m on my way.
I could almost hear him chuckle. He could probably sense the desperation even though we were no longer at the same location. I had no idea that he had left already but I wasn’t surprised either. He didn’t like parties. The only reason I had thrown him one was to be fair, since everyone else had one for their twenty-first.
“Gigi, thank you for the party.”
“It was fucking epic.”
“Want to plan mine?”
I smiled, laughed and waved but didn’t stop for anyone. Even when my name was called. Even when my phone buzzed and rang. I had one mission and that was to go to Vince’s apartment and spend the night with him. It was the only thing that mattered at the moment.
When I pulled up in front of Vince’s place, I realized then that I had never been there before. He had moved in before he left for school and his friends stayed in it while he was away. Now that he was home, they no longer lived with him.
Taking a deep breath, I put my car in park, killed the engine, and left the vehicle before I could change my mind.
I shouldn’t be here.
We should talk.
It can’t be all about sex.
I knew that but I couldn’t help myself. Sex with Vince was nothing like I ever thought it would be. It only got better and better. We learned things about each other. Took each other past that brink of sanity and jumped into a pool of madness just to get that ecstasy we craved.
When I reached his apartment, I knocked on the door.
It opened a second later, revealing Vince.
My breath caught.
He was shirtless, his muscles jumping under my scrutiny. I had seen him naked before but every time I did, it still took my breath away. He still had on those delicious gray sweatpants, his cock jumping behind the fabric at my perusal. His hair was a shaggy mess on his head. It glistened in the lighting of the room, like he had just finished having a shower.
Before I had a chance to respond, he grabbed my hand and pulled me against him.
I gasped, slapping my hands against his chest.
“Are you spending the night?” he asked, kissing the corner of my mouth.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Gigi.” He wrapped his fingers around my throat. “I’ll ask you again. Are you spending the night?” he repeated, slower that time.
Running my hand down his chest, I dipped it into his pants. When my fingers came into contact with his cock, a low hiss left him. The sound was so damn sexy, it shot right to my clit.
“Tell me,” he bit out through clenched teeth.
I kicked the door closed before lowering to my knees. “Yes. I’m spending the night.”
A wicked grin spread on his face. “Good girl.”
Pulling his cock free from his pants, I licked my lips. In all the times we had been together, I had never gone down on him. Now was my chance and although I had no idea what I was doing, the dark lust in his eyes gave me all the courage I needed to give him what he wanted. He looked at me like I was all that mattered in his world. I was his Queen and even though we had things to discuss, this moment was ours.
Pushing his cock against his stomach, I licked up the length of him.
He groaned, cupping the sides of my head and slipping his fingers into my hair.
My pussy burned at the hold he had on me. How he controlled and dominated me. He took what he wanted and made sure I was just as satisfied, if not more so.
Taking a breath, I licked along the slit in the tip of his cock before lowering my mouth onto him. My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked and pulled.
The scent of him was powerful. It was spice mixed with a hint of leather. It was sex. Pure hard delicious sex.
His nostrils flared. Something flashed in his dark eyes before he took a step forward, cupped my head, and began thrusting his cock between my lips. The tip of him bumped the back of my throa
t, making me gag, but the sound only seemed to turn him on and pump harder.
Opening my mouth wider, I took him farther down the back of my tongue.
Vince pushed into me, going as deep as my mouth would let him and stopped. “You feel that?”
I moaned around him.
“That’s all yours. Next time I see you hugging some bastard, I’ll force you to your knees and make him watch as I fuck your face.”
My core clenched at the image he put in my head.
A sly grin spread on his face. “You like that idea, don’t you?” He pulled roughly from between my lips.
“Yes,” I croaked, my voice hoarse.
Vince wrapped a hand around himself, brushing the tip of his cock over my lips, up the side of my cheek, back down, and across my mouth. “You look so damn beautiful when you’re on your knees.” Holding my head with one hand, he tilted it back, forcing my mouth open. “Deep breaths, baby.”
As soon as I inhaled, he slowly slipped back down the length of my tongue. I gagged around him, spittle dripping from the corners of my mouth.
“Fuck.” He groaned, his deep voice straining. “Take it, baby. Take it all.”
I panted, breathing through my nose. Reaching around him, I hooked my hands into his pants and pulled them down his legs.
Vince stepped out of them and pushed me back, pumping his hips harder and faster.
The rough use he made of my throat only turned us both on even more.
He was hard. I was wet. It was damn near perfect.
“Is that pussy soaked for me?” he growled, fucking my throat.
I moaned around him, nodding.
“Finger yourself, Gigi,” he demanded, his fingers latching on to my hair.
Spreading my legs, I slipped my hand between my thighs. Not even giving myself the chance to get used to the pleasure rushing through me, I slid two fingers into my body.
“Fuck, yeah that’s it, baby.” Vince powered into my mouth, not giving me a chance to get used to the brutal way he made use of my throat.
I whimpered, my hand picking up speed. Rocking my hips back and forth, I rubbed my palm against my throbbing clit.
