by Ashley Lane
But with the morning light, came a new fear when I realized it was time to go to work. With Angel, my boss. The man that just fucked me six ways to Sunday. Will anyone notice? Will they care? What will they think when they realize that I’m not just with Angel, but Jax as well? I’m sure there will be those that believe it’s a joke. After all, I look like—No. Stop Oakley. Don’t finish that thought. I promised Jax I would do my best to change my way of thinking about myself, and I meant it. Though I have to admit the promise of him bending me over his knee is tempting.
Angel presses a kiss to my head. “It’ll be fine. Everyone loves you already, and I’m the boss. If they don’t like it, I’ll fire them.” He shrugs and gives me a sexy grin, as if him doing such a thing wouldn’t be breaking about twenty-seven laws.
Lacing his fingers through mine, Angel grabs the door handle and pushes. When we’re inside Corrupt, everyone is going about their business, and only a couple people look and give us a wave.
My heart rate slows slightly when I realize it might not be a big deal after all. We make our way toward the bar first so Angel can check in with Rhys, when that’s done and he’s reassured everything is running smoothly, Angel tugs me into his arms.
I instinctively wrap my arms around his waist as he drops his head and I look up at him. Our lips meet in a soft, gentle, PG rated kiss, but no matter the rating, the gasps and whispers around us assure me it does not go unnoticed.
A low growl comes from Angel—which is hot as fuck—and he lifts his head to scan his employees who are all wide eyed and mouths agape.
“Listen up,” Angel shouts, and the music is cut. The dancers on stage practicing their set for tonight, stop and wait. “Right, I’ll say this once, and once only.”
He keeps a tight grip around my waist as he continues, “Jax and I are in a relationship with Oakley. It’s not temporary and it’s not a fling. If you have anything negative to say about it, you can leave now. And if I hear one ill word spoken about Oakley, you’ll be out of here, permanently.”
Okay, the way Angel stressed ‘permanently’ makes me think he doesn’t mean a lifetime ban. It sounds a lot more permanent than that. Yikes. For a long minute, Corrupt is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Then… “WOOHOO! GO GIRL!” I groan and clamp my eyes shut. Thank God we’re not open yet and there are no customers here to witness my humiliation.
“Thanks Tasha,” I say, giving her a wave.
She spins around, shouting at the top of her lungs, “All hail, Oakley! Queen of the Dicks” The dancers join in, hips shaking as they chant and cheer.
Next, Shelly runs toward me, almost bowling me over with a hug that’s a little too tight for comfort. “I knew it would happen sooner or later,” she whispers against my ear, still holding me.
Angel’s possessive streak shines through when he lifts Shelly’s hands off my back and practically manhandles her to remove herself from my body, which she’s stuck to like a damn barnacle.
“I guess this means you’ll be spending a few nights out… Do I need to set you a curfew?” Shelly teases.
I playfully slap her shoulder. “I think there are a couple people who would have a thing or two to say about that.”
“Okay, you’ve had her long enough,” Angel says, pulling me against his chest. “We have some things to talk about upstairs,” he adds, and Tasha hollers out, “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Angel flips her off behind her back and pulls me upstairs.
In the office, Angel slams the door closed and boxes me in against the back of it, hands either side of my head. “You wanna call Jax and tell him how it went?”
I nod. “Yeah, he won’t be busy?”
“Not for me… or you,” he says, cupping my cheek. A soft kiss brushes over my lips before he tugs on my hand. “Come on, we’ll do a video call.”
I smile, getting to chat with Jax even while he’s at work is going to make every day a little brighter. And hopefully we can work it out so no one feels left out. Something else to worry about, Oakley. I don’t have time to dwell on those feelings because Angel pulls me onto his lap where he sits on his leather desk chair.
When Jax’s gorgeous face appears on the screen, I clench my thighs, recalling last night, and then this morning. His domination is so fucking hot, and goose bumps appear all over just thinking about his growly voice.
“Oakley... sweetheart?” Jax says.
Angel leans in and drags his nose along the length of my cheek. “Hey... you okay?” he whispers, and I nod.
“Hi,” I say brightly, turning my attention back to Jax. “How’s your day going? I’m still so new to all this technology—it’s so cool to be able to video call and see—”
“Oakley,” he growls. Oh God, he knows. He so fucking knows.
“Yes?” I say in a whisper.
“How did it go?”
Behind me, Angel’s laughing. “Baby, he can read you like a book. So, unless you want a spanking on that sweet ass, you’re gonna have to speak up.”
Spanking? Do I want a spanking? The rush of wetness flooding my panties says “you already know the answer to that, you hussy.”
“Fine, but only because Angel threatened to fire them if they so much as blinked wrong in our direction.” I glare at the Angel over my shoulder; he shrugs unapologetically, and I decide he’d be better suited with horns than a halo. I turn back to the video. “I’m still scared that people are going to talk and you’re both going to change your minds.”
“Maddox, take her shirt off,” Jax commands.
I stiffen on Angel’s lap, but when he peppers kisses down my neck, I relax and sink back into him.
“I can’t be there right now,” Jax says, “so Madd’s going to have to be my hands while we prove to you that we’re not going anywhere, you understand? Now, you’re both going to do what you’re told, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically at the same time Angel says, “Yes, baby.”
“Oakley, I need you to say it,” Jax says.
“Yes, baby,” I mimic Angel’s answer.
He smiles as his eyes wander over my chest from the other side of the screen. “Spread your legs, little one,” he commands.
Angel glides his hands up my thighs as I spread them over his legs, and when his hand slides down over my black leggings, I moan, my eyes still on Jax who looks every bit the dominant alpha male ready to pounce.
Angel continues to rub his hand over my covered pussy while grinding against my ass, and with Jax watching, it feels like every tiny sensation has grown exponentially, leaving me craving—needing so much more. My heart soars when Angel tucks his fingers under the waistband of my pants, but crashes when Jax stops him, ignoring my whimper of protest.
“No. Take her bra off. I wanna see her tits.”
Angel groans in frustration and approval as he nips at my ear before whispering, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I’m breathless and speechless, so I say nothing and watch Jax’s face as Angel removes my bra, my nipples already pebbled with desire.
This time Jax groans. “Fuck, little one, your nipples are perfect. Play with them, Madd… tug on them.”
Angel behaves like a perfect… Angel, and does exactly what he’s told while I’m squirming, begging, and panting with need. “Please… I need more. It’s not enough. God, Jax… more. Angel, please.” I can’t think about whose name I need to cry out, but one of them, or preferably both of them, need to do something about the orgasm I want right now.
“She’s so needy, baby,” Angel says to Jax, who nods in agreement. “Look at her body move… perfect.”
“Fuck, I wish I was there.” Jax’s arm moves, then I hear him grunt. “My dick is so goddamn hard,” he says.
“Jax…” I breathe, suddenly overcome with the need to see his straining cock.
“Not yet, beautiful. Stand up.”
“Up?” I question. Does he seriously expect my legs to work?
Before I can argue with Jax, Angel i
s helping me to my feet.
“Strip her, Madd, I want her naked.”
Oh God. I bite my lip, positive that the second they remove my leggings and panties my need is going to drop down my thighs. My clothes are off in record time, leaving me standing a couple feet from the computer while Jax’s eyes drink in every inch of my body, scars and all.
“You too, baby,” Jax says to Angel. I’ve never seen anyone remove their clothes quite as fast as Angel does when Jax tells him to. “Fuck yes,” he growls as he takes in Angels leaking tip. “Suck him, Oakley. Be my mouth.” Ohmygod—yes.
With my hands on Angel’s chest, I slide down the length of his body, trying to look as sexy as possible as I drop to my knees. Jax’s hum of approval in the background tells me I did more than okay.
When my face is in line with Angel’s beautiful, hard dick, I stare at it in awe before moving forward to trace the thick vein of his shaft from root to tip. When I reach the top, I swipe over the bead of pre-cum and lick my lips, causing Angel to bring his hands down into my hair.
As he threads his fingers through my hair, he lightly guides my movements while I discover my innate love for sucking cock—one more would make this all so much better. Through Angel’s moans and groans, and Jax’s approving whispers from the computer screen, I increase my movements. Up, down, lick, suck.
When Angel’s dick begins to throb against my tongue, I attempt to take him deeper. The head of his cock touches my throat and I gag, but I refuse to give in or pull back. Hands tightening in my hair, and the gentle thrust of his hips tells me he’s loving this as much as I am, and when I hear what sounds like a murmured declaration of “Fuck, I love you,” I freeze.
Oh my God. Who is he talking to?
From the corner of my eye, I glance at the screen and find Jax stares at us both from the screen. Love, like I’ve never known it, slams into me with the force of a battering ram and a sense of rightness fills the pit of my belly. This is real. Me. Them. The emotions between us are undeniable. I love them.
Slowly drawing my mouth away from Angel, I take his hands and split my attention between my two men before I open my mouth to speak, but before I can utter a word, Jax cuts me off. “Oakley! Fuck no. Close that beautiful mouth...”
I slam my mouth closed and turn in Angel’s arms, giving the screen—and Jax—my back. “Look at him, sweetheart. Listen to what he has to say,” Angel encourages me with a kiss to my lips.
“Turn around, little one,” Jax orders softly. He waits until he has my eyes before he continues. “Don’t do that to me, Oakley. Don’t let the first time I hear you say those words be when we’re miles apart.”
Well shit. Heart melting, I open my mouth again, but this time there are no words to be spoken. I’m speechless and when tears spring to my eyes, Jax sends me a warm, loving smile. “Now, I think someone’s waiting for a warm mouth to finish what it started.”
“I think you’re right,” I say, and Angel chuckles as I waste no time dropping to my knees again to take his dick into my mouth.
This time I don’t go slow, I devour him, using one hand to stroke him as I lick around the tip, taking in every drop of his pre-cum before sucking him down, then back up again, base to tip.
“Fuck… Oakley, God your mouth…” Angel groans and the pulsing of his cock against my tongue stirs my desire.
I hum around his length and drop my hand to fondle his balls, gently rolling them in my hand until he’s panting. “Baby, I’m gonna…” Angel warns, “pull up, Oakley. Pull—” When he tugs my hair to pull me back, I refuse to move.
As the warmth of his release coats my tongue, I swallow it down and continue sucking, determined not to waste one drop.
“Fuuuck,” Jax’s groans. “Yes, drink him down, sweetheart,” he praises.
After I’ve swallowed every drop, Angel urges me up, and without giving me a chance to breathe, devours my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re everything,” he whispers the words against my mouth. “Do you see now? You’re it for us, baby.”
“I do,” I say, and I mean it.
“Baby,” Angel says, looking at Jax on the screen. “Want me to make her come?”
“No,” his stern, one word reply sends heat coiling in my belly and warmth pooling between my legs. “She can wait until I get home, can’t you, baby?”
“Ummm… I don’t—”
“Are you saying no to me, Oakley?” Jax asks.
Fuck! Behind me, Angel attempts to reign in his laughter as I shake my head, hoping that I’m even the least bit convincing.
“No! I can wait, promise.”
Angel kisses along my neck, and his little nips and sucks are doing nothing to help this situation, but I can’t refuse him. “So sweet,” he murmurs against my ear. “So needy.”
“You’re not helping,” I growl, rather miffed.
“Good girl,” Jax adds. “I’ll see you both when I get home.”
Angel slides a hand down from my chest to my waist, and when he inches closer to my pussy, I grab his hand in a death grip. “Don’t you dare,” I beg. “You just want me to get in trouble.”
His answering laugh is confirmation enough. “Ah, sweetheart, only because I know how rewarding the punishment can be.” I can’t hold back my needy whimper, and Angel laughs as he spins me around and sets my ass on the desk, inches from the screen where Jax is still watching.
“Get dressed,” Jax commands. “You two have already made me come in my pants once today, I don’t plan to do it again.”
I drop my head back in frustration and spread my legs, hoping Jax will change his mind and tell Angel to stick his dick in me after all… but alas… no such luck.
“Suck that lip back in, little one. I promise I’ll give you everything that needy little cunt needs the second you get home.”
And for the first time since I started at Corrupt, I can’t wait for the night to be over.
CHAPTER 23
ANGEL
Five days later
My phone pings with a text and when I look at the screen, I smile. We started up a group text a few days ago, but it’s been moving from texting to sexting over the past couple hours.
JAX: Wanna see how perfect her mouth is stretched around my dick?
Well fuck. The half chub I’ve been sporting through our banter just went full fledged.
ME: Motherfucker. Of course I want to see…
JAX: Payback’s a bitch, baby
A second later, an image comes through of Oakley looking up at the camera, her gorgeous eyes open wide and framed by dark lashes. The best part, though, is Jax’s thick cock is in her mouth and her pink, shiny wet lips are stretched wide around it.
ME: FUUUCCCKKKK, I want some of that
JAX: Maybe if you’re good, I’ll…
The rest of the message is cut off, or his phone battery just died, and if that’s the case, I’ll kill him.
ME: Jax? What the fuck? Where did you go?
A minute passes before I finally get a reply.
JAX: Sorry babe, needed to come… ;)
ME: Damn you! Not fair.
OAKLEY: It’ll be your turn as soon as you get home, promise.
ME: I’m holding you to that, beautiful
OAKLEY: I’m hoping you will ;)
Ah shit. She’s so confident in her texts now too and damn it’s a turn on. Another image comes through and mouth gapes open.
ME: OH, COME ON YOU TWO!
I stare at the screen where Oakley is now on her hands and knees, ass in the air and on full display. My poor cock is leaking and pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans as another one comes through, this time it’s a short video of Jax stroking his cock that’s already rock hard again, against the seam of her ass.
ME: I’m coming home right fucking now, and you’d both better be ready.
JAX: Told you it’d work, baby
OAKLEY: Yayyy!!
Once I’m off the phone with Jax and Oakley and my dick has decided
to finally go down, I finish clearing out my room at the clubhouse. I dreaded telling Priest that I was moving into Jax’s apartment, but there was never a need to worry. Priest wants what’s best for us, and if that means moving out of the clubhouse, then so be it. It’s not like I’m going to be gone forever. I’m still a member of the club and always will be. He only asked that I do it when he, Willow and the kids aren’t home so he doesn’t “have to deal with a crying wife and kids.”
My phone rings a couple times, but it’s an unknown number, so I don’t answer it.
But when it rings for the fourth time in less than ten minutes, I swipe it off the bed in anger.
“What?” I growl.
“Maddox Black?” the deep voice says.
“Who’s this?” My senses are on high alert. The list of people that refer to me as anything other than Angel is goddamn small.
“You’re the owner of Corrupt, yes?”
I roll my eyes as I pace my bedroom at the clubhouse, shoving clothes into my overnight bag. “Listen, if you have a complaint, we have a form on our website that you can fill out and submit. If you’re interested in us carrying your product, there’s a form for that as well.” Yeah, we are a strip club, but you’d be amazed at the amount of people that file complaints. “The stripper didn’t touch my dick.” Well dude, maybe if you weren’t pushing three hundred and fifty pounds and smell like dead fish, she would have touched your dick.
The man ignores everything I said. “Mr. Black, do you have an employee by the name of Oakley Anderson?”
I stop in my tracks. “I’m not at liberty to disclose information about my staff,” I say coldly, leaving no room for argument.
“Oh, that’s perfectly fine, Mr. Black. I simply needed to know if she was in your employ and you’ve already answered that question for me,” he says with smug satisfaction.
