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“I need to put a muzzle on you,” said Sam and kissed her lips, nudging them open.
She closed her eyes to indulge in a vodka-tasting kiss. This was just the muzzle she needed. Candy let her fingers explore Sam’s chest further. She could lay like this forever with him.
“Is that a yes?” whispered Sam, petting her gently as they enjoyed the bubbles.
“No, I’ve got two shots to go. And you pulled me away from chocolates!” she complained, even though she was content in Sam’s firm grip.
“Okay, get the chocolates and my beer. Your booze needs to wait now. I don’t want you to fall asleep on me.”
“Oh, yeah? You want me attentive?” Candy laughed and moved to the other side to get the sweets and drinks. “I thought you were done with sweets after your visit to my shop.” She got back slowly, so she wouldn’t lose her balance with the bubbles tickling her skin.
Sam winced. “I stuffed myself so bad I had heartburn in the morning. But it was worth it.” He leaned back, exposing his wet chest, the colors of his tattoos glinting with water.
“Maybe you could go running with me. Or is that not biker enough for you?” Candy laughed and sat in his lap. She even opened his beer.
Sam squinted. “That what you do for fitness?”
“And exercises, hula-hooping, swimming. You know, whatever’s free.” She got herself a chocolate anyway.
Sam had one too and felt up her bicep. “No pole dancing? I would watch that.”
Candy slapped his hand with a giggle. “I bet you would. What if I liked it and I would want to do it at the club, or something?”
Sam frowned. “No. That would fucking suck,” he complained, pushing one hand under her knees so that she would be laying rather than sitting in his lap.
“Thought so. I was thinking about doing this retro dance class, but you had to have a partner to sign up. I doubt you’d want to do that. You’re more the bench-pressing kind of guy, aren’t you?” Candy poked his chest.
Sam chuckled. “I do love my bench, but as for the dance class … I guess that depends on what I would get in return for my ... services.”
“It’s hard to get a good dancing partner, so there’s a lot I could offer.”
Sam took another chocolate, clearly enjoying it melting on his tongue. “Count me in. I don’t hula-hoop, but I do run two times a week. We could do it together if you want.”
“Yeah, I’d love that!” Candy leaned in for another kiss, relaxed and happy in the hot water. She was sure Sam was also enjoying being naked, breathing in the fresh air. “You could show me your routes, and all that.”
“You could stay at my place for that. I only run in the mornings. It gets me pumped for the day.” Sam sipped his beer, watching her as if she were the most interesting thing in the world.
Candy’s smile widened. “I run in the morning too. You haven’t shown me your house yet …” Sam really was taking her seriously. It made her whole body throb with giddy shivers.
“It’s about time. I’ve already seen both of yours,” said Sam, looking like the most content man alive—with a beer in his hand and a naked woman in his lap. They kept talking about silly stuff: the movies, a video game Sam liked, and Candy’s fashion inspiration. Sam was very patient when she got into full-on word vomit, even though the topic didn’t seem to interest him much. She appreciated being listened to.
They were lost in discussing what fruit was the best fruit, one that they would choose to keep as the only one in the world, if all the others were to disappear. The discussion, sprinkled with a shot of vodka, got so heated that they only heard approaching voices when they were getting closer to the hot tub. Words froze on their lips, just as their bodies stiffened.
“Fuck! I thought we’d have the hot tub to ourselves!” Red Jack yelled from far away, his voice followed by female giggles.
Candy panicked, wanting to make a dash for her clothes, still remembering how Red Jack stole her dress at that first party, but when her gaze fell on the packer just laying out there in the open on Sam’s T-shirt, her priorities flipped. If Red Jack saw her naked, then … what was the worst that could happen? But if Sam was found out? She couldn’t even predict what could happen, but she doubted Sam and Red Jack would laugh about it and grab a beer.
It’d been at the back of her mind before how hard it must be for Sam to keep his secret within such an all-guy club. Now, those thoughts became real as Red Jack approached with three girls in bikinis. What if Sam weren’t accepted? Got kicked out? His whole life was rooted in the Coffin Nails, that was his identity. Worse. What if the guys considered him a cheat? Wanted to hurt him?
Sam stiffened next to her, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. His breathing became sharp and raspy, his pupils widened. He got so pale Candy was worried he’d faint and nothing could be made of the situation.
“F-fuck ...”
Candy jumped out of the water like a vodka-powered torpedo, and dashed for the clothes. First, she needed to hide Sam’s packer, then make sure Red got the fuck out of here and as far away from the hot tub as possible.
“Whoa, Samson!” cheered Red Jack, approaching with both his hands on breasts. The girls were clearly tipsy and giggled uncontrollably about something Candy couldn’t quite grasp. “There’s two of them for each of us. I’ll be good, I’ll share,” Red promised to a very stiff Sam, who was trying his best to keep up the facade of calm. It was only from up close that it became clear how nervous he was.
“Thought we’d be alone,” he said, curling his thighs up.
Candy grabbed Sam’s packer and stuffed it into her handbag, too focused to care about Red Jack ogling her body. With that secured, she grabbed Sam’s T-shirt, but already rushed toward the small group of people, to confront them as far from the hot tub as possible.
“Hey there, Candy!” Red Jack laughed. “No rush, there’s enough of me for all of you.”
“I want you and those sluts to get the fuck out! You’re spoiling our night!” Candy yelled at him and pulled on Sam’s T-shirt. It barely covered her ass but was better than nothing.
One of the girls, who Red Jack held by the breasts at his side, sneered at her. “Who you calling a slut? Maybe look at the tramp stamp on your ass!”
Sam’s growl echoed all over the yard. “Fuck off, Angel! You can suck him off elsewhere!”
Red Jack frowned, but his eyes inadvertently strayed to Candy’s breasts. “You’re fucking rude. But you have a great body. How do I deal with this?” His expression changed to bliss when Lola, who Candy knew as St. Nick’s ‘girlfriend’ of sorts, squeezed Red’s cock through the jeans.
“Come on, you have us. Don’t waste your time on that stuck-up bitch.”
The third girl took a step to the side, just watching them without much expression, her arms folded across her chest. Her olive-skinned body glistened in the light from the hot tub. Candy was pretty sure she’d seen this girl before but didn’t know where.
“I’m not gonna listen to crap from this whore!” Angel yelled and pushed Candy so hard, she stumbled back. That meant they were getting closer to the hot tub. The last thing Candy wanted. She’d never considered herself a violent person, always avoided confrontation, but enough was enough.
“I said, get the fuck out!” Candy jumped forward and pushed Angel, then pushed her again. The girl held on to Sam’s T-shirt, ripping it as she fell down, so one of Candy’s boobs was on show. Candy fell right next to Angel, and they started tumbling in the sand. For every bite, there was a scratch, and for every kick, there was a squeal.
“Oh, wow …” Red Jack said from above them. “I am loving the view, ladies.”
Candy growled and tried to push the T-shirt over her exposed ass, but it was no use, as it prevented her from fighting off Angel, who grabbed at Candy’s hair and tried to crush her head against the ground.
The olive-skinned girl spread her arms with an eye roll. “That’s pathetic. I’m going home.”
“Angel, let her go, or I swear I’m gonna break your fingers!”
Sam, he was coming to Candy’s rescue!
Candy managed to pull herself out of Angel’s death grip and roll away on the sand. She sighed with relief when Angel got up and didn’t follow, but the girl did spit blood at Candy as she got up.
“You’re lucky Samson’s here to protect your tramp ass!”
Sam pulled Candy up with one move, and stood in front of her. He was wearing his pants and cut. His shoulders were raised, and his neck turned a dark shade of pink.
“And nobody’s here to protect you because all they want from you is pussy, so shut the fuck up and serve Red! Maybe he’ll get you a fucking drink for it!” yelled Sam.
Red Jack frowned at them, holding on to the olive-skinned girl’s arm. “Leave me out of this. I’m fucking busy!”
Candy sniffed into Sam’s back, still hardly believing what she did but happy she got Sam a second of distraction, so he could get dressed.
Angel scowled at them, her black hair looking like a sandstorm blew through it. “Fuck this,” she hissed and showed them the finger, but didn’t wait around for a reaction, just dashing away and shaking her bikini-clad ass. Candy couldn’t help a little glimmer of satisfaction when she saw Angel had a big tribal tramp stamp on her tailbone.
Lola gave Candy an encouraging smile. “You’ll get used to this.”
There was a slap, and Red made a sharp sound right after, but when Candy looked toward him, he was already storming back to the building after Olive-Skin. What was that about?
Lola rolled her eyes. “Crap.”
Sam exhaled and pushed Candy toward the hot tub, where she left all her clothes. “You four have fun.”
Lola frowned at him. “At this rate, I’m gonna have to masturbate in that hot tub.”
Candy let out a short chuckle, even though she was still shaken after the fight. At least Sam was safe. “I’ll just wash off all this sand.” She took off the ripped up T-shirt and got into the water.
“And the scratches,” muttered Sam. He waved at Lola. “Good luck with that, by the way.”
“Can’t anyone have fun anymore? Isn’t it enough that Nick is being an asshole?” Lola grumbled as she walked away, but Candy couldn’t say she was sorry to see her go.
Candy quickly washed off the sand, though she was sure she’d still be finding it in her hair for a week. She gave the chocolates a sad look. The evening had been so magical up until now.
Sam was busy looking through the beach furniture, frantic. “Have you seen it?”
“It’s in my bag.” Candy got out of the hot tub and let out a sigh of relief when she heard the roar of a bike. Red Jack was probably leaving, which meant all the girls would be gone too.
“At least you cleared the coast for us. I’m impressed,” said Sam, still a bit out of breath. He picked up the plate of chocolates and stuffed two into his mouth at once before presenting it to Candy. “But we should move somewhere more private. Just in case.”
Candy got herself a chocolate, but it turned out to be coffee, her least favorite. “I never fought anyone before,” she mumbled, and got her dress, still a bit numb.
Sam pulled her close and massaged her knuckles. “Brave girl. You showed that bitch who’s on top.”
Candy let out a chuckle. “Stupid Jack. I just lost it.”
“He’s just jealous he can’t have you,” muttered Sam, gathering her underwear. He nodded at the high heels.
Candy slipped into the shoes. She just threw all the lingerie and stockings into her bag. “It’s just that they spoiled everything.”
She was starting to put on her dress when Sam stopped her. “Stay like that, it looks great on you,” he muttered, swiping his palms up and down her sides.
Candy shook her head but slid her dress between the handles of her bag. “Oh, yeah? You want me to flash more people?”
“If we stumble upon them,” Sam said with a devilish grin. His warm hand pulled on hers, taking her back to the clubhouse.
“Sam? What do you think they’d do if they found out?” Candy held his hand tighter. A wild part of her found it exciting to be this reckless, walk around in just her heels. It reminded her of all the crazy things she’d done as a teenager, and now, as the warm breeze was perking up her nipples, walking naked felt extremely liberating.
A deep frown marred Sam’s forehead as they walked inside the clubhouse. He locked the door. “I don’t know. Strip me of my colors? Kill me?” He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t think there’s a fixed punishment for this shit. There shouldn’t be, but who knows?”
“I’m sure you know this”—Candy looked up at him—“but you’re more of a man than any guy I’ve been with. You have this … confidence about you. This vibe. When you walk, when you look at me, it’s like you know you can get anything you want.”
Sam stopped and slowly turned his face to look at her in the sparse light of the clubhouse lounge. Half of his face was drowning in shadow, but the one eye Candy could see had a strange glow. His chest fell and rose as he looked at her in silence, sliding his fingers up her body. They ventured across her belly button, through the valley between her breasts, before swirling into a strand of hair.
“You’re my girl.”
Candy nodded and leaned in to kiss him. She’d do anything to help Sam stay where he was, recognized as who he was. Her man.
Sam gasped into her lips, turning the kiss into a thirsty and passionate mouth-fucking. His mouth was so warm, slick, and adept at this, it got her juices flowing in no time. Sam’s hands were on her breasts, pulling on her nipples, rubbing until she started moaning into his mouth, naked in the middle of the large room.
Candy dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her naked skin touching his chest and the buttons of his jeans digging into her pubic mound, all combined into one powerful sensual experience.
“How do you feel, standing like that, all bare? Someone could come in,” rasped Sam, biting her chin as he grabbed her buttock with one hand.
“You’d kick their asses anyway.” She rose to her toes, pushing into Sam’s body.
Sam chuckled against her mouth, and it was as if his good mood was streaming into her through the connection they had. “I would. No one’s allowed to touch you but me.”
Wearing the heels was actually making Candy feel more naked than if she were barefoot. A cheeky idea popped into her head when her eyes strayed to the little pole-dancing stage by the bar. She slid out of his embrace with a smirk. “What if I said you couldn’t either?” Candy turned around and strutted to the stage, rocking her hips on the way.
Sam groaned. “Babe, you’re too cruel.” But there was humor in his voice, and from the sound of it, he followed.
Candy walked up the little stairs on the side, now watching Sam from above. “I’m sorry, but those are the rules.” She twirled around the pole. “You can look, but you can’t touch.”
Sam entwined his fingers on the back of his neck, watching her with wide eyes. She wanted to make him need her even more, be even more desperate when he could finally touch her bare flesh. Their eyes locked when she slowly spread her legs, sinking to a squat behind the pole.
Sam’s gaze dropped, zeroing in on what was hidden by the steel rod. The pussy she knew he wanted so much.
“What are you looking at, Sam?” she murmured, closing her thighs over the pole, and slowly moving up and down on it, with the steel rubbing against her labia.
Sam’s eyes followed each stir of her body, and slowly his hand trailed to the front of his jeans, grabbing his crotch. “Babe, that’s so hot.”
“I’m not much of a stripper though. I have nothing to take off.” Candy sighed and let the pole slide be
tween her breasts.
“That won’t be necessary,” muttered Sam, staring at her, all cow-eyed. His fingers were slowly moving against his crotch, pressing on and loosening.
Candy wondered what his move would be. Would he grab her off the stage? Wait until she got off? She slowly stood up and turned her back to him, letting the pole slide in between her buttocks. Sam moaned behind her, and their eyes locked when she looked back at him.
“That’s it, babe. You look so fucking sexy right now.”
Candy smiled to herself when she turned back. Maybe she should take pole-dancing classes after all. “Yeah? You like that?” She grabbed onto the steel and gently swayed her hips.
He gave a low laugh and jumped on the stage, grabbing the pole above her head. “I do,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down her arms and setting tingling sensations to spread all over her body.
“Rule-breaker.” Candy looked into those grey eyes that had captured her since the first time they met.
“You love it,” chuckled Sam, leaning down to seal her lips with a hard, bruising kiss. The sound of a zipper opening set her pulse aflutter.
“I told you I have bad taste in men,” she whispered, with her hands still on the pole.
Sam moved to stand in front of her, hand in his open zipper. “Real bad. I bet you wanna taste how bad I am.” His voice had that dark edge she so loved. It made her back away against the cold pole, just to get more pressure.
Her breath was getting raspy as she looked down his body. It was as if sparks were jumping between them, and being completely naked next to Sam in his jeans and cut was making her horny as hell.
Sam bit his lip, slowly pushing the denim off, along with the cotton briefs he wore underneath. Candy’s eyes followed the trail of dark hair all the way until it disappeared over his crotch. In the shadows of the room, she could see his enlarged clitoris emerging from the fabric. For Candy, it was essentially his cock, so that was how she chose to think of it.