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  “What can I say? I call it like I see it. Everyone hooks up on their first night. It’s part of the initiation.”

  “Bullshit. Are you saying you hooked up on yours?”

  “Of course. It’s always about the hookup.”

  “You really are high on Viagra if you think you hooked up after your competition. You were sixteen and not even legal to be there. There’s no way you got with someone.”

  “Shows what you know.” Tyler leaned back in his seat and looked at Jason. “I normally don’t kiss and tell but I think you need to hear this, son.”

  * * * * *

  Tyler couldn’t believe it. He’d won.

  And the women. His dick hardened as he recalled their hands on him. Their eyes had stripped the lone piece of clothing hiding his dick from them. They’d wanted him.

  More importantly, he wanted them. There was nothing hotter in the world than an aroused woman.

  “You know I’d hire you right now if I could, man. You’ve gotta come back in a couple of years.” The manager looked grim. “You aren’t even supposed to be in here right now.”

  Tyler cast an apologetic glance at the man but let the guilt go unspoken. So he was sixteen. It was only a number. He’d lived his life more than most twenty-year-olds had and he doubted there was much a couple years could teach him, but whatever.

  He’d come back in two years. It was worth the wait.

  For a hell of a lot of reasons he loathed the two-year wait. This had been a diversion—a path away from the bullshit he dealt with but didn’t think about. Thinking about it meant that it mattered, it was a defining facet of his character. And he wasn’t letting that self-righteous son of a bitch define anything.

  Fuck it. He’d taken sixteen years of bullshit. What was a couple more? At least he’d held his ground lately, refused to be the timid, cornered mouse.

  Over the years he’d tried many forms of mental escape. If he didn’t focus on the day-to-day drama unfolding around him it was more tolerable. Naturally what he tried had varying degrees of success.

  Without a doubt women were his preferred diversion. He loved everything about them—their scent, taste, the way they felt beneath him, on him or anywhere around him. And that glazed-over expression they got in their eyes right before they came.

  Fuck yeah. He got hard just thinking about it.

  When he’d heard about the amateur competitions here he knew it was a sign. Getting paid to entertain women? Challenge accepted.

  So he’d wait—hit the gym a little harder, work on his moves. By the time he hit this place again he’d own the fucking stage and all the lovely ladies around it.

  He wound around the tables and headed out the exit, making a hard right through an alley to shortcut to the parking lot he’d left his dad’s Ford in. Glancing at his watch was second nature when he thought of the man. Four a.m. chores waited for no man—even if he’d been out late the night before trying to get a job his dad would never understand.

  “Hey there.”

  The voice startled Tyler but he tried to play it cool, even though his heart hammered in his chest. He backed away from the darkened corner to his left slightly until his eyes adjusted enough to see a sexy woman wearing a snug black dress. Long, long legs he could easily imagine wrapped around him were on full display—as were gorgeous tits he knew would spill over if he cupped them.

  “Hey.”

  “Did I startle you?”

  Yeah. “Nah. You out here getting some fresh air?”

  “I was hoping to get a little more than that.” She held out her hand and smiled. He stepped closer and could now see her long brunette hair tumbled down her shoulders.

  Blood rushed to his cock as her words sank in. He edged closer until her hand wrapped around his and he surrendered to her silent pull. She smelled like honey and would no doubt taste just as good.

  Her hand ran down his chest as her voice lowered. Her hot breath on his neck seemed to spiral down his spine and wrap around until it gripped his dick and squeezed.

  Oh man, that was her hand. He tried to play it cool but the groan couldn’t be helped. He braced his hands on the wall behind her and pivoted his hips into the steely grip of her hand as she started pumping his shaft.

  “When you took the stage and started to dance I got really sad,” she whispered.

  “Why?” He’d wanted to make the ladies happy. If he’d done something wrong he needed to know and fix it next time.

  “I’d hoped you weren’t that good but you were.” Her finger ran along the tip of his cock. “Now I’ll have to share you with everyone and I’d hoped to have you all to myself for a while.”

  She clearly hadn’t figured out he was too young to take a job here. Tyler didn’t give a shit about that right now. All that mattered was that magical hand working him with such ease he was surprised he hadn’t shot off already. But she squeezed the base of his dick real hard and kissed his neck.

  “Lesson one—always give them a good time before you get yours. That’ll make them come back again and again.” She grinned. “Are you as good on your knees offstage as you were on?”

  He’d always been told it was best to back up your words with actions. He rested his hands on her waist and kissed the swell of her breasts. When he ran his hands up to cup them she tsked and pushed on his shoulders.

  “Next time, big boy.”

  He fell to his knees and ran his hands down her legs while he leaned in and kissed her just above the knee. He trailed light kisses up her inner thigh until he reached the hem of her dress.

  Fear threaded with need and knocked his brain around a few times. What if they got caught? The small alley was an obvious cut-through—more importantly, the back door to the club opened up to it. As Tyler contemplated the possibility of discovery his dick ached.

  It’d been just like this when he’d taken Jenny behind the bleachers after the game a couple weeks ago. This was more intense though. If he’d gotten caught then he’d have just been patted on the back by the coach and sent along his way. Nothing much happened to the quarterback during the season.

  But tonight was different. Serious consequences. Yet his body was on fire as his hands pushed the hem of her dress higher on her gorgeous thighs.

  Realization shifted him into action. The potential for getting caught turned him on. He licked her inner thigh and felt her body tremble under his hands. Her fingers threaded through his hair and tugged hard until he ceded to her will and moved upward. Her arousal permeated his nostrils and his mind blanked to everything but satisfying her. Soft moans and labored breaths filled his hearing.

  She straddled his shoulder with her leg and her hip to help stabilize her. He flicked his tongue along her wet pussy lips and groaned as the taste flooded his senses. He’d happily spend all night hearing her soft gasps and feel her trembling as he licked her.

  “Harder.”

  He parted her lips with his free hand and lapped at her clit.

  “A little higher,” she groaned as she pulled on his head to guide him. “Suck it.”

  His dick hardened at the commanding tone. He thrust a finger into her wet pussy and listened intently to her whispered commands. He obeyed and observed her responses, savoring the way her pussy clenched his fingers as he fucked her pussy faster and deeper.

  She’d feel good around his dick.

  He groaned when she started coming and used his thumb to rub her clit as he tasted her pussy. Need spiraled through him as she rode his face. Her weight pressed on him. Her ragged breathing withdrew his focus from the gorgeous view of her sex so near his face. A siren blared in the distance and his heart pounded wildly as he recalled their location.

  She pulled on his hair. “We’re not done. Stand up.”

  He ran his hands up her body as he pressed against her. His breath mingled with hers a moment. Pleasure shot to where her hand worked his dick, gripping and pumping in the same heated glide she’d used earlier.

  “Fuck me. I’m
not going to be happy until I feel this gorgeous cock in me.”

  He groaned and waited as she sheathed him with a condom that seemed to appear from nowhere. Damn. He hadn’t even been thinking along those lines.

  “Always glove up, baby,” she whispered.

  Good idea. He positioned her legs around him as he slid into her hot channel. The heat wrapped around him like a glove. He savored the clenching of her pussy as he exited and the tightness when he thrust back in.

  “Faster. Harder. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

  He groaned at the reminder and nibbled on her ear. “I’d be okay with that as long as I can finish. They can watch.”

  She sighed. “I knew you were a naughty one.”

  “You have no idea.” He fucked her harder, deeper until his balls tightened. He reached between them and rubbed her clit.

  “You’re a quick learner.”

  “I aim to please.”

  His release came on the heel of hers. Her pussy clenched his dick like a vise. He pounded into her and rode the waves of pleasure overwhelming him.

  Exhaustion plagued his limbs when reality returned. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips. With the rush of adrenaline and desire gone he wasn’t sure what to do next. Normally he’d kiss the girl and take her home. Or walk her back to wherever she’d been. This was new terrain though.

  This woman was older. Hotter. More than he’d been ready to deal with. He pulled away and took a few deep breaths as she adjusted her dress.

  “You’re even better than I’d hoped.” She ran her hands down his face. “Thank you.”

  “I should be thanking you.” He rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t even know your name.”

  “Then we’re even.” She kissed his cheek. “Next time we’ll see what you’re willing to do to get that name.”

  “I’m looking forward to it.”

  Her gaze wandered over him a few times before she chuckled and ran her hand along his cheek. “Okay, little cowboy-in-training, here’s lesson two for you. There never is a next time.”

  “What?”

  “Most of us aren’t looking for marriage material here. We’re looking for a good time. And your sole job is to give us that good time.” She folded her arms around herself and sighed. “Look, you’re a sweet kid. This business will chew you up if you get emotionally invested in every encounter. Enjoy the free rides, cowboy, and then keep moving. It’s the only way to make it to the top ’cause you certainly have the goods to get there.”

  Shock riddled him mute as she edged past him and walked away as though they hadn’t just upended his world. He’d had the best fuck of his admittedly short life and he didn’t even know her name.

  All because she’d seen him dance.

  Fuck yeah. This was what he wanted to do. Her advice flowed through him, sank into the recesses of his mind as the divine gospel according to whoever she was. It made sense and he was all for not getting his heart fucked over. Yeah, she was right.

  Chapter Three

  “And that, my son, is how you score the first night.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “What can I say? I’ve got game.”

  “You’ve got dementia.”

  “Tomato. Tomahto. All I know is a little more Rico in your Suave and you’d have Titanium crawling away from here with his tail between his legs because Jeanie would be all over you like white on rice.”

  “Nah. I couldn’t do that to Dan. Besides, I’m in that friend zone.”

  “Whatever.”

  Back in the day there’d only been one zone—pleasure. Of course, they’d worked their asses off to get the right to be in the position to command attention.

  Jason looked around for a moment to make sure no one else could hear the confession he’d safeguarded for years. “You know I have.”

  “Have what? Issues? Man, I think everyone knows that.”

  “I’ve hooked up with Jeans.”

  “Maverick, buddy, I knew that years ago. Hell, the way you two look at each other and shit I think half the place can figure out there’s some deep waters there.”

  They might be deep but they’d been still for too long. The stagnancy had suffocated most of the heat between them. His dick hardened just remembering the first time they came together.

  “So, you gonna tell me when it happened?”

  * * * * *

  The vehicle pulled to a smooth stop and loomed before Jason just like its owner—sleek and hot. He suppressed the sigh when Jeanie exited and cast a smile his direction.

  “Need a ride?”

  Parts of him were ready for an entirely different kind of ride but as the new kid on the proverbial block he couldn’t go down whatever road she was willing to travel. He’d never been the type to rely on others. Having car troubles he couldn’t handle sucked on all sorts of levels.

  The fact he’d called the club in an act of desperation to talk to the dance manager Dan was embarrassing enough. The fact she’d made the decision to help him out intensified his anxiety even more. He wanted to be the cool dude everyone wanted to hang with—not the loser with the dud car and no cash to fix it.

  “Hey, Jeans.”

  Her eyes closed to small almond-shaped slivers of annoyance that made his blood surge. “I should leave your ass here for calling me that horrid name.”

  “It’s cute.” Just like you.

  She harrumphed her way to him in a display of protest he found endearing. Several months had passed since his tryout night and she’d become one of the things about his day he enjoyed the most.

  He showed up early every day to chat with her, help her lug ice from the back to the bar. They swapped stories of growing up, the nights before and just about anything else to kill the time before the club hit its full swing.

  “Any idea what the problem is?”

  He shook his head. “Afraid not.”

  She looked at the car for a moment, then at him. “Well I could pretend to know what the hell I’m doing and look under the hood so you can check out my ass. Or we could go grab a beer somewhere. Your call.”

  The forthrightness made him want her even more. “You always have a way with words, Jeans.” He pretended to peruse her body for a few seconds, even though he’d already memorized every delectable inch of her.

  She’d worn the snug jeans he enjoyed the most, along with a cute red-and-black top that accentuated her gorgeous cleavage. A man could get lost in her and never seek rescue.

  “Let’s go.” Her decision severed the lustful thoughts he’d been wandering through. Flustered by the obvious ogling he’d just given her, he got into her car without a word.

  They drove for a few minutes before she broke the silence. “You’re cute when you get embarrassed.”

  Cute wasn’t how he wanted her to perceive him but it didn’t matter. She was Mike’s and Dan’s right hand—ran the bar with an iron fist that both the manager and dance manager appreciated. He might as well lock his cock and balls in the vise himself if he messed with her because there was zero doubt those two would do it if they got wind.

  And they got wind of everything.

  “I hope you don’t ever call me that around the guys. They’d give me shit for a week over it.”

  She laughed. “I’ll have to remember that tomorrow night. Thursdays get so dull.” She flashed a wicked grin that burned a trail of need clear to his balls. “Tell me, Maverick, how you liking the club so far?”

  Heat rose in his cheeks when she used his new stage name. He’d been trying out a few lately but that one seemed to work the best for the ladies. “It’s awesome. I’ve got a lot to learn. I’ve got some new moves I want to work on.”

  “Oh yeah? Well, from what some of the girls have been whispering to me over a few too many drinks you’ve got some pretty slick moves already.” The shock resonating in him must’ve shown on his face. She laughed, a deep, true sound that made him smile. “Ah. Another lesson you must learn, my fine, sexy friend. The bart
ender always hears all about the adventures a regular has with a dancer. It’s why so many avoid them.”

  Plus it hurt the tips. Dan and the other guys had warned him. Not that he’d listened all that much on a few nights.

  They wheeled into the club and Jason looked around the barren parking lot as they headed in. “Free beer?”

  She shrugged. “Why the hell not?”

  A few moments later they’d made it into the interior of the club. It seemed larger without people. He headed toward the bar but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.

  “I see that part of the club way more than I should. Head to one of the VIP booths and I’ll bring some beers over.”

  The “booths” were actually long leather sectional sofas, wide and perfect for lounging. Dancing. Fucking. The possibilities surged lust through him. He settled into a booth and watched her bring a pail of iced-down beers over to the table and set them down. Christ, she was hot. “I didn’t want to have to grab more.”

  “I like how you think.”

  They had a couple of sips and she scooted closer to him. Her breath fell across his neck. There was only so much temptation a man could take and he’d almost reached his limit.

  “You know one thing I really like about this booth in particular?”

  “What’s that?” His voice was threaded with arousal. He took another swig of his beer, as though the cold liquid would absolve him of the sins he was about to commit if she didn’t move back a few inches and let him breathe anything but her sweet floral scent.

  Her hand ran up his thigh and squeezed halfway up. “When Mike and the guys forget to close the curtain all the way—and they always forget—I can see exactly what’s happening here.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. Some nights I get downright jealous and bitter when I see a woman’s hands running along your back and across your thighs. Touching, stroking.”

  The “your” made his dick hard instantly. He leaned closer and inhaled her scent. “You can touch me anytime you want to, baby.”

  Negativity slithered around in his mind—a gut-wrenching need to end whatever this was before it started. But the heat of her palm when she lifted his shirt and touched his stomach called to another, stronger necessity a few inches down from where her fingers splayed possessively.