Club Thrive: Vendetta (The Club Thrive Series Book 2)

by Alison Mello

  “Shane, please,” she says, fighting to move.

  “What do you need, baby?” I ask, slowly and gently gliding my tongue from her ass to her clit. She moans but says nothing. “Do you need this?” I start again at her ass, licking it a bit. “Or this?” My tongue slowly licks up to her clit. She’s panting but again says nothing. “Tell me, baby.”

  “I need to come,” she pants.

  Grabbing both legs behind her knees, I press them into her chest so I have better access to her ass. I lower my tongue and begin working her tight little hole. She’s whimpering and panting as my tongue works her ass and my thumb works her clit. “Holy shit, Shane.”

  I want desperately to be buried in her ass, but she’s not ready yet. She’s close and soon I will be there, but not quite yet. Now that she’s good and wet, I move my tongue to her clit working her hard and fast. I can tell she’s close, and this time she’s going to explode. I slam two fingers into her pussy, fucking her and lubing my fingers up good. Her insides are starting to tighten, telling me she’s about to give me what I want. I take my fingers from her pussy and work one into her ass. “Relax, baby,” I encourage her. I can feel her tightening. She lets out a few deep breaths as I work her hole, stretching her. I feel her relax around me, and I know it’s time.

  Sucking her clit into my mouth, I roll my tongue over it and she instantly begins shaking as an orgasm rips through her body. I use that moment to slip another finger into her ass, fucking it as she rides out her orgasm, screaming my name.

  She takes a few deep breaths trying to steady her breathing, but I’m not done yet. I want more. “You ready for more?”

  Her eyes go wide. “More?”

  “More,” I tell her before I lower my lips to her clit once again. She sucks in a breath as I lick her sensitive bud. I’m slowly and gently licking it as I feel the juices from her pussy run down to her ass, lubing my fingers for me. I haven’t stopped moving my fingers in and out of her tight hole, stretching her. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s getting another finger today. It’s time to take her to the next level. I start licking her clit hard and fast. I want her to come again, and quickly. She’s so wet and so close, I start slipping another finger into her ass, but she notices and starts to tighten up. “Shane, I’m not ready.”

  “Shh, baby. I’ve got you. You’re ready. Trust me.” I can feel her trying to relax and enjoy the moment. She knows I will always make her feel good. “Are you ready to come again?” She nods but says nothing. I slam my fingers deep inside her ass, fucking her good. She begins to moan as I do. “I asked if you were ready to come again.”

  “Yes, Shane, please,” she moans. I instantly reward her by lowering my lips to her clit, kissing it before I devour her wet pussy. She’s shaking her hips the best she can as another orgasm builds. I quickly slip the third finger in, slamming my fingers deep into her ass as another orgasm takes over her body. Her legs are pressing against my arm, shaking as I my tongue fucks her sweet pussy. “Yes, Shane,” she screams. “Please, I want to feel your cock inside me.”

  I hover over her, looking into her eyes. “I love you, Katie.” She rolls me over and climbs on top of me.

  “I love you too, Shane.” She has a huge smile on her face. Taking my fully erect cock in her hands, she begins stroking it. I gasp, loving her hands on my body. She leans forward, placing one hand on my chest as she uses the other to line my cock up with her entrance. She lowers herself so I’m buried deep inside of her. She slowly begins moving her hips in a circular motion and it feels amazing. Leaning forward, she sticks her beautiful breasts in my face, teasing me as she continues to slowly ride me.

  Grabbing her breasts, I pinch her nipples causing her to whimper as she bites her lip. “Don’t be a tease.” I growl. She giggles. It’s obvious she knows exactly what she’s doing. She sits back up, placing her hands on my thighs behind her so I grab onto her hips and begin meeting her thrust for thrust, burying my cock as deep as I can. “Come on, baby, give me one more.”

  She looks beautiful riding me. Her nipples hard, her head back, biting her lip as she bounces up and down. Finally, I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, squeezing me as another orgasm tears through her body. She’s shaking as her pussy continues squeezing me, milking me for my seed. I slam into her one last time, emptying myself deep inside of her. She finally falls forward, collapsing on my chest panting as we both try to catch our breath.

  She giggles. “Good morning, babe.”

  I laugh. “Good morning.”

  ***

  Katie

  “Hey, Logan, it’s Katie. Are you ready to chat?”

  “Sure. How are you doing?” he asks me, sounding a little concerned.

  “I’m good, but I’d like to focus on something other than this problem. My father called us freaking out yesterday. The guy was spotted outside our house in a rental, but took off before he could be picked up.”

  “Watch yourself,” he says.

  “I will. Now what are you thinking for the clubs?”

  He tells me that he wants to rent Club Thrive out for events and parties Sunday to Tuesday, so the club is open every day of the week. He doesn’t care what type of party, but they have to be private parties, and they have to rent out the entire club. He gives me the cost to rent out the club based on the number of guests.

  “Okay. What’s going on with Heat?” I ask him. I’ve never been in Heat because it’s a gentleman’s club. I have no desire to see half-naked women dancing around poles, but I have a feeling I’ll be checking it out soon so I can see what I’m working with.

  “I need to build up the VIP section and the private rooms. I had these rooms built so I could offer privacy to top clients who would bring in big money, and they’re not selling the way I want them to. I know the men these were built for are out there, but I need to get them in here and spreading the word. I want people to know that although we’re a strip club, we’re classy and sexy, not trashy.”

  I sigh. “Logan, you know I’ve never marketed a club before, let alone a gentlemen’s club. This is going to take some time for me to think about.”

  “I understand, but I have faith in you. Do your research and let’s talk next week.” I close my eyes, stressing over the fact that a friend of ours is asking me to make both of his clubs successful, and I’m way out of my league. I’m either going to make a kickass name for myself or I’m going to fall flat on my face.

  “Katie? Are you still there?” I’m so lost in my own thoughts I forgot I was still on the phone with Logan.

  “Yeah, sorry, Logan, let me get to work on this and I’ll email you some updates at the end of the week to discuss next week.”

  “Sounds good to me. I’ll see you Monday at dinner.”

  “Yes, you will.” I cut the call, picking up my laptop to type in my notes. Then I start to research different strip clubs in the area to see what they have going on in their clubs. I need to research the top clubs in the area so I can figure out what makes them successful. We don’t want to copy them, but to come up with the big idea that will draw the people in. I push my notes on Heat aside and focus on Thrive for a bit.

  This is a totally different project and a bit easier. I have the idea to promote the club as the place to have your twenty-first birthday. That way, Logan gets the club rented and he sells liquor. He will need to come up with an open bar rate, as well as cash bar pricing. Everything in LA is about partying at the hottest night spots and hanging out with the most popular people. Logan’s Club Thrive is already pretty hot, so I’m quite confident I will find the right plans to make it the place to go to.

  An hour later, I’ve made some great progress on Club Thrive’s marketing plan and I’m ready for a break. Putting my laptop down, I go to the kitchen for some lunch, but I find Shane’s already there making us some food. “What are you up to?”

  “I’m making lunch. I was going to come get you when I was done.” I give him a smile.

  “Thanks, babe
, my head is spinning so I decided to stop early.”

  “Take a seat.” He points with his chin to the table following behind me with two plates of sandwiches, chips, and grapes. We both sit down.

  “I came up with some ideas for Thrive. Do you want to hear them?”

  “Of course,” he says, taking a bite of his huge sandwich.

  I go into my ideas about promoting the club as the place to go for twenty-first birthday parties. He tells me that we can add bachelor/bachelorette parties to that list too. I can see bachelorette parties, but not bachelor parties. We can promote that at Heat with the strippers.

  “I think we should keep the bachelor parties to Heat. Logan has the private rooms there and it sounds like they’re perfect for a private party like that.”

  “Good point,” Shane says.

  “I just have to find the perfect place to market now. We can use radio stations, but I also want to use something bigger than that. Then, once we get a killer party scheduled, it’ll snowball from word of mouth.”

  “When does Logan want your ideas?”

  “I told him I’d update him by the end of the week. He said we’d discuss it on Monday,” I tell him, standing with my empty plate. I take his, then put our dishes into the dishwasher.

  My cell is ringing in the other room. When I run in and check it, I see it’s Miranda. “Hey, girl, what’s going on?”

  “I just want to confirm that Stone and I will be there by four to hang out with you guys and have some dinner.”

  “Yes, I can’t wait to see you guys.”

  “Us too, we’ll see you soon.”

  “Bye, Miranda.” I hang up.

  “Everything all right?” Shane asks, leaning on the snack bar.

  “Yeah, Miranda was just confirming that we’re all set for tonight. They’ll be here shortly, so I’m going to finish up a few things and get my stuff put away so we can relax with them.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll let you get to it. I have some laundry going that I’ll finish up while you work.”

  “Thanks, babe.” I press up on my tippy toes to give him a kiss. “I’m one lucky woman. My man is sexy, strong, can cook, and he cleans.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

  He chuckles. “Get to work or I’m going to show you how well I can spank you too.” He squeezes my ass.

  “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I laugh, pushing away from his chest. I purposely sway my hips side to side as I strut into the living room, and I can feel his eyes on me as I do. When I turn to sit, his brows are raised in shock. He shakes his head and walks off to finish the laundry.

  ***

  I hear a knock at the door and jump up to answer it when Shane shouts, “Hold on.”

  I give him a look of frustration. “It’s just Stone and Miranda.”

  Placing a hand on either side of my face, he says, “I’m sure it is, but let me make sure, please.” He looks through the peephole and sure enough, it’s them. He immediately opens the door, ushering them in before shutting and locking it. He’s so paranoid over this situation that he cooked even though I said we should order out.

  “It smells awesome in here,” Miranda says, giving me a hug.

  “Shane cooked because he didn’t want anything delivered.”

  Stone looks at me, shocked. “I don’t think he’s being paranoid at all. Your life is in danger, and I think you need to take this threat a bit more seriously.”

  I roll my eyes. “We haven’t heard from this supposed threat and although he scares me it’s frustrating that we can’t even order out. Anyway, we’re having steak tips with rice and asparagus.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Stone says.

  “Want a beer?” Shane asks Stone and Miranda. They both accept, so he grabs four beers and we all get settled in the living room while we wait for dinner to finish.

  “We’ll be ready to eat in about thirty minutes,” Shane says as we take a seat.

  “So, Stone, how do you like working at the club?” I ask him.

  “It’s cool. A bit different from military life and being an MP. The upside is I’m allowed to have my hair long again. It’s always been long, and I had one of my friends buzz it all off before I even left.”

  I laugh. “I’m not sure I can picture you with no hair.”

  “That’s what I said. I love his long hair,” Miranda says as she runs her fingers through it.

  He glances over at her, showing her a gorgeous smile. He really is handsome. His smile is picture perfect and his eyes shine bright when he looks at her. They haven’t known each other long, but they really seemed to have clicked.

  The oven beeps, so I run into the kitchen to pull the pan out and finish preparing our dinner. “It’s ready,” I shout, putting four plates of food out on the table. We’re all about to sit and eat when my cell phone rings. I jump up to see if it’s my dad with an update. I never heard back from him last night and I’m worried.

  “Hello?”

  A raspy voice whispers into the phone. “Hello, princess.”

  “Who’s this?” I ask, trying to not sound shaken up.

  “This is the man who’s coming for you. Your daddy owes me, and you and your little sister are my prize, princess.” I gasp and drop the phone. I’m visibly shaking when Shane runs over.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks and picks up the phone. “Who the fuck is this?” I can hear the guy laughing through the phone when it suddenly goes dead.

  Miranda is by my side, as is Stone. “Dude, you need to call her father.”

  He nods, dialing the number. “Hey, baby girl.”

  “Actually, it’s Shane. He has her number. He just called.”

  “Fuck!” he roars into the phone. “What did that fucker say?”

  “Baby, what did he say to you?”

  I glance up at him with a blank stare.

  “He said my dad owed him, and my sister and I were his prize.” My tone is flat and shaken. “He’s going to get us.”

  “Look at me,” he says. “He’s not getting anywhere near you.”

  “I’m putting a protective detail on your apartment. No one will be allowed near that door unless the guards know they’re coming.” He’s yelling so loud I can hear him and the phone isn’t on speaker. “I’ll call you back,” he shouts, cutting the call.

  “Come on, let’s try to eat,” Stone says, encouraging everyone back to the table.

  Miranda sits on one side of me while Shane sits on the other. She’s rubbing my arm trying to comfort me, but it’s not working. I’ve finally accepted that this threat is real and my life is in danger.

  My father finally calls back and says he’s on his way over with my protective detail. I have two guys who will be outside my door at all times. In the morning, I will be introduced to two more guys who will be my day crew.

  “I’m going to clean up from dinner before my father gets here.” I take my half-eaten dinner from the table and scrape it into the trash. Miranda joins me in the kitchen to help me get everything put away. I can hear Stone and Shane talking in the other room, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. The clean-up is done and I’m drying my hands on a towel when there’s a knock on the door. Stone pulls a gun out and holds it up as Shane checks the door. “It’s her father. You can put it away,” Shane says while opening the door.

  Stone’s tucking his gun back into the holster when my father and two other men come walking in. His brows shoot up. “I appreciate the added protection for my daughter, but please tell me you have a license to carry that.”

  “Yes, sir,” he pulls his license from his wallet and hands it over to my father.

  “Thanks. Now tell me you’re good with it and you can continue to hang out with my daughter,” he says with a smirk.

  “Former MP, sir.”

  My father looks at him, shocked. “No shit.” Shaking his hand, he says, “Thank you for your service.” Stone nods.

  My father turns to me. “Baby girl, you cannot leave this house alone,
am I clear?” he says, his voice full of concern.

  I nod. “I won’t. I promise, Daddy.” He hugs me.

  “It’s okay. We had an anonymous tip come in yesterday that he was in this area. When we got here and canvassed it, nobody could tell us anything.”

  “How the heck did he get my number?”

  “I don’t know, but I checked in with your mother and he hasn’t called your sister.”

  I take a deep breath, trying to calm down but I’m truly shaken up. Until he called and actually threatened me, I was trying to convince myself that all would be fine and we could just carry on, but with a little caution, now I know that’s not the case.

  “This is Cole and Slade. They’ll be stationed outside your door all night. I’ve already introduced myself to your building manager, filling him in on the entire situation. Unfortunately, because you have other tenants on this floor, they can’t just stop everyone from coming up.” He sighs, then says, “But these guys know what they’re doing.”

  “Ma’am, I promise you we know what this guy looks like and he won’t get through that door. We’ve submitted his picture to the building staff and they know to call the police immediately should he enter the building,” Cole says to me. All I can manage is a nod. This is all so overwhelming.