Bad Boy Next Door

by Leigh, Mara

  “That right, Tonya?” I turned to the veteran. “Is that the way Miguel divided the sections?” She wouldn’t lie straight to my face.

  Tonya stuck out one of her hips, and raised her chin. “She’s new. She’s gotta learn the ropes. She’s too slow. Customers get mad.”

  I glanced over to the sparse crowd, gathered mostly at eight tables in front of the stage. “Okay. How about for tonight, you split the floor down the middle.” I gestured to a dividing line. “That way you each get some customers.”

  “You’re not our boss,” Tonya pouted.

  “Then let’s ask Miguel.”

  Tonya held up her hand to stop me. “Miguel told me to train this bitch. Give her whatever tables I wanted.”

  I sighed. “How about you try it my way for a while. If either of you get busy, help each other out? Okay?”

  Tonya glared at Jenni. I lightly touched Tonya’s shoulder. “Do it for me?”

  “Okay, Nick.” She picked up her tray. “But I’m taking the right side.”

  She walked toward the customers on her clacking stilettos.

  I turned to find Keagan standing near the door to the club. He raised his chin in a hello and smiled.

  “Hey, little brother.” He clapped my back when I joined him. “How’s the stripper business this fine night?”

  “Shitty now that Jade’s gone.”

  “You liked your woman working here?” Keagan glanced around.

  “You’re right.” I shook my head. “It was always shitty.” Just more bearable when I got to see her.

  “Well, I’m here to end your misery.”

  “Keag—”

  “Just hear me out, okay?”

  “Keagan!” Angel stumbled into my brother—more like tripped—and fell into his arms. “Did you come to see me dance?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it,” Keagan answered while setting Angel more solidly back on her feet.

  “Really?” She rubbed her tits against him. “Wanna go out back? I’ll do whatever you want, Keagan. For free.” She looked up toward the window in front of Stan’s office. “Nick will cover for me. Right, Nick?” Her eyes widened. “Or we can have a threesome!” Her hand gripped the back of Keagan’s neck, and she rubbed his chest with the other.

  “Sorry, Angel. We’re both off the market.” Keagan took her hand off his neck and put a few inches of space between their bodies.

  “You want to go, Nick?” Angel asked me. “Or you still fucking that Jade bitch?”

  “I’m totally off the market.” My chest warmed just thinking about Jade. So did my dick.

  “But you’re single, Keagan.” Angel pouted.

  “Sorry, Angel. Got a girlfriend. If she found out I was even talking to someone as hot as you…” He shook his head.

  “Angel.” Melodie joined us and took the other dancer’s hand. “Come on. Your set is next.” Melodie winked at me as she pulled Angel away.

  “That true?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “You got a girlfriend?”

  “Nah.” Keagan chuckled. “Hell’s gonna freeze over before I get tied down.” He leaned back against the wall. “You’re happy. I see that, but too many girls, too little time. That’s my motto.”

  And the motto fit. It was hard to imagine Keagan with a full-time girlfriend. I’d never seen him with the same woman more than twice, maybe three times.

  “So what’s up?” I asked. “I know you didn’t come to see the show.”

  “Got that right. Although…” He looked up to the stage as Angel stepped onto it. “If Angel stopped doing drugs…” He whistled an exhale. “Gotta admit. She’s pretty fucking hot.”

  “They’re all hot.” I shrugged. “What’s going on?”

  Keagan pushed off the wall, then checked the hallway to the entrance, making sure no one was listening. “Job’s on. Tonight. Be at the Oakland docks, four a.m.”

  I shook my head. “How many ways do I have to say no?”

  “Look.” Keagan leaned in, his hand on my shoulder. “It’s low risk with a six-figure payoff—for each of us—but if you want to be stubborn…” He shook his head. “We can pull it off with four, just leaves the Ferro entrance unguarded.”

  “That’s all you need me for? A lookout?”

  “If that’s what you want, sure. I’ll play the muscle guy for Shane’s connect and shift Mac to the gate.”

  My stomach tightened. The idea that my absence would leave my brothers exposed—four guys on a five-man job—that they might get hurt, or arrested… “I dunno, Keag. You know how I feel about this.”

  He raised his hands in surrender. “It’s all good, Nicky. Just wanted to give you one last chance. I talked to my guy in Local 886, and he confirmed Shane’s intel. All the containers coming off that ship are rich, easily a half mil in electronics in each.”

  “I have to tell you”—he drew a long breath—“when I heard that, I had to catch myself. Tempting to go for more than one, you know? Can you imagine? Millions. We’d be set for life.”

  Raising his eyebrows, he shook his head. “Doesn’t pay to get greedy. The guys Shane’s double-crossing are doing all the risky shit. All we need to do is nab the truck at the gate. Should be cake.”

  I watched the club floor for a while, glad to see that Tonya and Jenni had worked out their differences, both serving drinks at the moment.

  This would be the first big job my brothers had done without me. As badly as I wanted out, it felt strange, and if they got hurt or caught I’d feel like shit. Keagan’s plans were always airtight. His five-man plan was probably flawless.

  “Will we see you?” Keagan broke the silence.

  “I need to think.” I couldn’t believe I was considering caving.

  “Well, think fast, little brother. Text me by three if you’re in.” Giving me a hug, he whispered, “We need you, Nick. Just one last time.”

  Twenty-Nine

  Nick

  I bounded up the Shady Oaks stairs. After Keagan’s visit, I’d asked Dom to cover for me and took off early. Jade usually got home before midnight, and when I texted to say I’d be early, she’d replied that she had a surprise.

  I’d definitely love whatever delectable surprise she’d cooked, but it was Jade I was excited to see.

  Keagan’s pressure had me waffling, but seeing Jade would set my priorities straight. I’d promised her. And getting out was what I wanted. No more illegal shit. I was done.

  I opened my door. When I saw her, my dick went instantly hard. So hard it was painful to walk. As I crossed toward her, I opened my fly, fumbling to release my pounding cock.

  “Happy to see me?” She was naked, her ass tipped up, her lower legs spread wide along the arms of my leather chair, her hands wrapped around the back. And she had a hot-pink sex toy partially inserted into her ass.

  Two spheres and a disk protruded from her butt, and I had no idea how much of the thing was inside her.

  “Shit, Jade.” I kicked off my jeans.

  She wiggled her ass. “I’ve been playing around. Trying to get ready to take your cock.”

  “Baby, I was teasing about that. I’m way too big for your asshole.” Putting my hands on her hips, I slid them up her back and around to her tits. Then I bent over to kiss her, our tongues hard and aggressive as we ravaged each other’s mouths, stole each other’s breaths.

  If this was Jade’s way to surprise me when I came home from work, then I hoped she’d be surprising me for the rest of our lives.

  She pulled away from the kiss, resting the top of her head on the back of the chair, her lips swollen, her chest heaving as she panted. “Fuck me, Nick. Now. I need to feel you inside me.”

  “And this?” I lightly touched the end of the plug, and her body jerked in response.

  “Push it in.” Her voice was breathy. “It’s all lubed up, but I only managed the first bulb myself.”

  The joined bulbs sticking out were about three quarters of an inch in diameter. Less than half my girth, b
ut still they seemed big for her tight little asshole.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Push it in me, then let’s fuck. I want you to fuck me with the plug inside.”

  I noted a bottle of lube on the floor beside the chair, but the dildo looked plenty slick.

  One hand on her belly for leverage, I pushed down on the disk, and the bead closest to her body pressed against the tight opening. Her body arched, and she moaned.

  “Too much?” I asked.

  She shook her head, so I pushed harder and the orb popped inside.

  “Ahhh.” Her back undulated.

  “Maybe that’s enough.”

  Again she shook her head, so I pressed until the last one slipped inside, the disk snug against her.

  She arched back, her folds glistening, and she reached for her clit. “Get inside me—now.”

  Holding her shoulder with one hand, I guided my dick slowly into her wet pussy, sensitive that I’d be sharing space in her body with that silicon plug.

  Her entrance was slick, but tighter than usual, and she yelped slightly when I pushed in my thick tip.

  I pulled out.

  “Nick. It’s okay.” She circled her clit with her fingers.

  I eased in again, moving slowly, not wanting to take her fully until we both got used to the smaller space. She rocked back, forcing me in deeper.

  I groaned at the pleasure. “Fuck, Jade. You feel so good, baby.”

  She murmured in response and wiggled her ass, tightening around me.

  Taking hold of her tits, I scissored her nipples between the index and middle finger of each hand, playing with the hard nubs, loving how her body reacted.

  Her nipples wedged between my fingers, I pushed inside her. I kept it shallow at first, but soon we found a rhythm together, me tugging her tits as she rocked back, balanced on the chair’s arms, to meet my thrusts.

  With each pass, she got wetter and I got deeper and the pleasure rushing through me was almost too much to bear.

  It was so much my body’s needs took control, and my hands slid from her tits to her hips to help me pump. Fuck. I spread my legs to get a better position and thrust mercilessly, losing myself, losing my mind, losing all sense of what I was doing, focused only on how good it felt.

  Her knee slid off the arm of the chair. I slipped out.

  I caught her. Then, moving in tandem, we shifted so she was bent across the side of the chair, her hips and belly on the arm. She was positioned low for my height, so I had to lean over her body to grab the arm on the other side to balance.

  “Okay?” I asked, huskily.

  She nodded beneath me, and I thrust, determined to take her more slowly this time.

  But soon my hips were moving faster and harder than I thought possible, like my muscles were controlled by a machine. The top of my dick scraped the butt plug base on some passes, reminding me of how my body weight was pressing on that extra phallus as mine drove relentlessly inside her.

  She cried out as she came, and I slowed to feel her orgasm spasm around me. Her body jerked and convulsed, and then using her arms, she pushed herself back, driving me in even deeper.

  I lost my shit, too. My back tensed and joined with my hips and thighs to thrust beyond my control as I shot what felt like a gallon of come deep inside her. Then I collapsed, panting, sweating, so thirsty I could barely open my mouth once I closed it.

  Aware my body weight could literally crush her, I slid slowly back and lifted her into my arms, and then I dropped onto the chair, pulling her down to sit on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck, breathing so fast, her body slicked with our sweat.

  I kissed her, but with both of us breathing so heavily it was hard to use our tongues with much fervor. Nevertheless, we nipped and licked and chewed on each other’s lips as our bodies and minds came down from the mind-blowing high.

  She adjusted herself on my lap and I felt the end of the plug on my thigh.

  “It’s still inside,” I said, my voice hoarse.

  “It sure is.” She wiggled.

  I carried her to the sofa where we had more room to maneuver, and then I put my hand on the plug. “Ready to take it out?”

  Shaking her head, she twisted around so she was lying on her belly across my legs.

  “Do you want me to spank you or something?”

  She giggled. “I hadn’t thought of that…” She looked back over her shoulder and winked. “Maybe later. Can you fuck my ass a little? It feels good stuck in there. But I wonder…”

  I tugged on the base and twisted.

  Even with that small movement, her back arched, forcing her ass up, and her tight nipples rubbed against my thigh. She sighed with pleasure.

  Goddamn, she was hot. I pulled the plug until the first bulb popped out, then I pushed it back in. She gasped and squirmed, so I did it—over and over—relishing her body’s reactions as she rubbed her tits on the sofa and moaned at each movement.

  When she seemed used to the shallow plunging, I tried pulling out two orbs at once, pushing them back in slowly, one at a time, marveling at how the tight muscles of her little bud yielded to each ball’s intrusion and then clamped hard around the thinner rod joining them.

  “Fuck yeah,” she said. “I can’t wait to feel your cock back there.”

  “Baby, I’m quite a bit thicker than this.” I pulled out two balls.

  “Oh!” She sighed, long and hard, as I pushed them back in. “I know. That’s why the practice.”

  I pulled out the entire butt plug, then pushed it in all at once. Crying out, she pressed her ass up against my hand, moaning.

  She reached for her clit, but I put my hand over hers.

  “Let me.” She pressed her face into the sofa cushions, moaning as I worked the plug and rubbed her clit. The phallus moved now with less resistance, or maybe I was using more force, it was hard to tell, but I drove the thing in and out of her at a faster pace, loving how her ass cheeks pinked, how her lower back slicked with sweat.

  “I’m going to come!” she groaned into the sofa cushions.

  Her hips pumped, so fast I had trouble keeping my hands connected to her body, but I continued to rub her sensitive bud while working the plug. She cried out my name, over and over, then collapsed across my legs.

  We’d ended with the plug halfway out, so I removed it, and she turned on her side, chest toward me, curled up on my lap, her body still heaving.

  My dick was semi-hard from watching her pleasure, and she pulsed her body, slowly stroking the building erection between us. Lifting her, I took her mouth with mine as she repositioned herself astride me. We held each other like that, my dick wedged between us as we stroked each other’s bodies, breathing in tandem. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment.

  But it got even more perfect when I thought about a lifetime of perfect moments like this before us.

  “We need water.” I shifted her to the side.

  I filled two big glasses in the kitchen, and she slid astride me when I returned and we drank.

  I kissed her, then pulled her higher on her knees so I could taste her tits. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, then the other, while cupping her ass. She leaned back, and I leaned with her, not wanting to let my mouth lose connection with those sweet buds.

  I was fully erect, but so focused on sucking her nipples that I barely registered when she slipped the head of my cock inside her and used gravity to ease her way down.

  I held her close as she slowly rocked, pulsing her pelvis forward and back and around. My dick seated deep, we were barely moving, but the slight friction accompanied by her tight inner squeezes were as much pleasure as when I’d been fucking her hard. Maybe more pleasure.

  Not more, just different. Equally fucking fantastic.

  “I quit my job,” she said, looking into my eyes.

  “What?” I stilled her hips, loving the sensation of her wet tunnel tight around me, even without movement. “It’s only been a week. How come?”

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nbsp; She adjusted herself slightly. “It didn’t feel right.”

  “I thought you loved that job.”

  “I did, I do. But I don’t love the way I got the job. And I found out I made three times what the other prep cooks made. Most of them worked their way up to prep, doing dishes or other minor tasks before they got to touch food—even the ones who’ve gone to culinary school—and… I just don’t want to owe anyone, you know?”

  I nodded. I knew exactly what she meant. I started to doubt whether Nicola could or would carry out all her threats if I quit. Why would she go to all that trouble over a bouncer? More likely she got off by holding power over others. Making me do what she wanted.

  I wanted to get out from under Nicola’s threats, away from the club, away from Shady Oaks, but how would we live, especially now Jade wasn’t working?

  “Were you serious about my moving in with you?” Jade asked, her hips circling. “Because, cheap as it is here, it seems foolish to pay two rents when we’re always together.”

  I cupped her head in my hands. “You mean it?” Happiness thrust through me, making my hips rise and my dick pulse inside her.

  “Surprise!” she said.

  “That’s my surprise?” I laughed and then kissed her, long and deep. “Fuck, baby. Coming home to a butt plug sticking out of your ass wasn’t enough?”

  “Oh, that?” She bit her lower lip and ground against me, her pelvis circling. “That was for me. All day at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your cock. And it got worse when I got home. I was so horny, but knew if I sprang my news first, you’d want to put talking ahead of fucking. I wasn’t about to risk that.” She slid her pelvis tight against me and sighed.

  “You’re amazing,” I said.

  “Your cock is amazing.”

  “Just my cock?”

  “All of you. Fuck, Nick. All my life”—she moved against me, increasing the friction between us—“I never thought I’d find someone, let myself trust someone…”

  “I know, baby, I know.”

  I held her hips as she circled them slowly, and looking into her eyes, I saw our future. Happy, but struggling.