by Jenika Snow
That movement had Pierce interested. Seemed Rook had a little something extra on the side.
“I’m tied up at the moment,” Rook said in a low voice, but not low enough that Pierce still couldn’t hear him. “You want my big dick plowing into you, don’t you, baby?” Rook chuckled softly and looked over his shoulder at Pierce again.
Pierce grinned, and Rook flipped him off.
“Maybe when I get back to the club we can get down and dirty, just the way you like it.” Rook chuckled again. “Damn, girl, you’re one fucking dirty slut, but shit, I like that.” Pierce didn’t want to hear this shit. It was obviously a sweet-butt, because no way would a Brothers member bring a bitch back to the club, not unless she was already involved there.
The sound of the back door opening and closing had Pierce straightening, turning toward the doorway, and looking around the side of the building. The bouncer was talking to the guys as they all piled out of the backdoor, but after a few seconds he turned and went in the other direction. The girls that came out weren’t the ones Pierce was interested in, and right now, as he grew excited and anticipated the sight of Lil, that playing hard to get female of his, he felt like a fucking stalker.
“Dude, you are a stalker,” Rook said close to Pierce, and he knew he’d said that last bit out loud.
“Fuck off and let me do my thing. I’ve never wanted a woman like this, and I’ll have her, dammit.”
Rook snorted. “Whatever, man. I just hope her cunt is worth the effort.”
Pierce didn’t even think it was all about getting her on her back with her legs spread. He was interested in learning more about her, and wasn’t that some damn shit right there.
Then he saw Lil come out, those damn shadows from the streetlight not quite reaching her. Her dark hair was in a messy bun, and her focus was on her phone. Pierce looked over at Rook, but the brother was sending a text, most likely one that was probably pretty damn filthy.
Pierce turned back toward her and saw that she was now calling someone, her back to him, and then she placed her phone to her ear. He should just go up there, talk to her, and tell her all the shit on his mind. It wasn’t just about sex, or at least he didn’t think it was. He wanted to take her somewhere, just the two of them. The idea that she shook her ass and tits in front of an entire crowd of dirty old men, him included, pissed him off. She should only be shaking it for him, in a bedroom, and then she’d hop right on his cock and bounce away until they both came.
Damn, he could come right now just from the fucking images in his head.
“I know, Dad,” she said in a soft voice, then looked around at the girls that were still coming out of the building. “Maybe next weekend I can come over and have dinner with you guys.”
He straightened when he heard her speaking.
“I’m fine and safe, and will be leaving the restaurant with my girlfriend soon. I just saw you called a few times and wanted to make sure you were okay.” She turned her back toward him now, and he wished that he could pull her into the light, really take her all in. The fact she was wearing a pair of loose slacks and a long, lightweight jacket made her look like she was ready for a meeting, not just coming out of one of the skankiest clubs in Denver.
“Damn dude, she’s classy for working at a tittie bar,” Rook said from right behind him, and Pierce elbowed him in the gut.
She turned around, stepped closer into the light, facing them but obviously not knowing they were there watching her, and shoved her phone in her pocket. He felt his cock jerk in response she was so damn gorgeous. Damn, she was one beautiful woman. But then recognition settled into him, fast, hard, intense.
“Oh. Fuck,” Rook said in a soft voice.
Yeah, oh fuck indeed.
“You know who that is?” Rook asked, the brother right behind him, his voice shocked.
Pierce watched her without responding right away, really trying to make sure she was who he thought she was. How had he not realized who she was? Because you were too busy looking at her tits and ass, picturing her riding your cock.
Pierce continued to stare at Lil, saw her walk away from them and toward her car, and although he wanted to go talk to her, he was cautious.
“Yeah, man,” Pierce said as he faced Rook. “Are you sure, because I’m having a pretty hard time wrapping my head around this.”
“Pierce, man,” Rook said, this worry and shock on his face. “That’s Cain’s daughter, Fallina, no fucking doubts about it.”
Pierce froze even further, everything inside of him stopping as those words of confirmation played over and over again in his head. He’d only met her once at a barbecue the club held, and aside from checking out her body he hadn’t ever seen her again.
“Are you sure that’s the same woman stripping at the club?”
Pierce nodded. “Yeah, pretty fucking sure as I came all the way out here to talk to her. Are you sure that’s Fallina?” He hoped she wasn’t, prayed it was just a woman that resembled Fallina.
“Yeah, man, positive. I’ve seen Cain’s daughter enough over the years because of the shit that went down with Cain going to prison and the club watching over her.” Rook shook his head. “That’s fucked, man. What’s she doing stripping, let alone in this dump?”
Pierce didn’t know, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to ask Cain why his little girl that he was madly protective of, who also happened to be a schoolteacher, was showing her tits and ass to a bunch of motherfuckers.
“It sure as hell is fucked up.” Pierce turned and went back to his SUV, not sure what in the hell he was going to do now. She may be Cain’s daughter, but that didn’t stop him from wanting her like a damn madman. If he went after her Cain would slit his throat, bathe in his blood, and not think twice just because he was a patched-in member.
Yeah, he was truly fucked, because even though that was Cain’s daughter Pierce had no intention of walking away.
The End
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