Shannon pulled back, reluctant. Crash leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear. “Go. I want you to. Let her teach you a few moves. You can show them to me later.”
Maybe it was the shot she’d had. Maybe it was the sound of his deep voice in her ear telling her he wanted her to do this. Telling, not asking. Maybe it was his warm hands on her bare hips already easing her forward. She didn’t know, but she suddenly found herself being pulled forward a few steps from the table. And then the girl was moving, instructing Shannon. Soon she was moving to the music, her eyes drifting closed, feeling the beat of the music pulsing through her. Her hips undulating, her arms reaching sinuously over her head.
Crash watched, hypnotized by the fluid, graceful movements of her lithe body. Rolling. Rippling. Swaying. He couldn’t take his eyes from the curve of her hips as they slowly twisted, rotating right, and then left. His eyes were drawn to the sparkling rhinestone that dangled and swung from her belly button. He longed to drop to his knees at her feet and put his mouth on that belly. And he knew the vision of how she was moving for him would haunt his dreams and play front and center in every jerk-off fantasy he had from now on.
He’d been hard since he’d first seen her walk through the door. And now, here she was, shocking the shit out of him by actually going along with the fun and dancing for him. Life around her was never dull.
Cole reached over shoving a five dollar bill in the waistband at her hip, and it snapped Crash out of his daze. Without conscious thought, he slipped two fingers in the back of Shannon’s leather halter and pulled tight, tugging her back into his hard body. “Show’s over.”
“Crash!” Shannon baulked.
He yanked the bill from her waistband, and flung it back at Cole.
“Hey, that’s mine. I earned it!” Shannon protested, laughing, trying to snatch it back.
“You sure did, babe,” Cole agreed with a grin and a wink.
Crash pulled her back. “What the hell, you looking for a new profession?”
“You wanted me to dance. What’s your problem?”
“My problem is you having a little fun is one thing. Guys starting to shove money down your pants is another.”
She laughed. “Spoil sport.”
Cole pretended to glare at Crash. “Well since you just sucked all the fun out of it, I’m getting another drink.” He got up and headed toward the bar, pausing just long enough to brush a kiss to the top of Shannon’s head and then lean in and whisper, “That was awesome, hot-stuff.”
Crash jerked his head at Red Dog, indicating he wanted him to give them some time alone. Red Dog got up and followed Cole.
Shannon took another sip of her drink and looked around the crowded room.
Crash stroked his thumb slowly up and down the curve of her waist, his eyes falling to the sexy line of her shoulder blades bared to him. He wanted to lick his tongue along her spine and watch her shudder in reaction. Instead, he lowered his head to the curve of her neck and inhaled. She smelled amazing, her intoxicating, provocative scent filling his head and enflaming his desire further.
At the touch of his mouth along her shoulder, she twisted her head to him, and her palm reached up and captured the side of his face, holding him close. She pressed a soft kiss to the side of his throat, and he growled, “That’s nice, baby. Do it again.”
She did.
He pressed kisses along her shoulder. “You smell so fucking good.” One of his palms slid down over her hip to her ass, and he squeezed.
His hand on her bottom was so damn erotic. Crash was changing everything she thought she knew about herself in just a week. He stood behind her, his eyes following her every move. Her skin flushed with a tingling warmth everywhere his eyes strayed. She couldn’t stop herself from responding to his every look, his every touch.
Her back against his chest, she could feel his hard cock prodding her backside, letting her know just how much he was effected by her as well.
She couldn’t stop herself from melting into Crash’s chest. She was warm from the alcohol and feeling her power as a woman. It made her want to entice him, to tempt him to touch her, so she writhed against him.
His response was quick, his big hands suddenly closing roughly over her breasts as he spoke in her ear. “You trying to stir me up? Hmm? Trying to provoke me, Princess? Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.”
Wolf sat at a table, watching the entertainment. Every time he let his gaze stray to the left, Crash had his hands all over Shannon, touching and cuddling. Jealousy clawed at Wolf’s gut, especially with Crystal flirting with those two new buddies of Crash’s at the far end of the bar, looking sexy as hell in that little black dress and acting like Wolf didn’t fucking exist.
If that’s the way she wanted to play it that was fucking fine with him. Wolf could have any one of Sonny’s girls sitting in his lap with a crook of his finger. Picking up his beer, he downed the rest of it, his eyes straying back to Crystal. A moment later, he was slamming the bottle back down on the table, and before he could stop himself, he was out of his chair and heading towards her.
Cole sat at the bar, next to Shane. “So you’re serious about prospecting?”
Shane looked to Jake on his right, and then back at Cole. “Yes, sir. We’ve talked with Crash about it.”
Crystal ran her hands over Shane’s shoulders from behind. “Hey, handsome. Buy a girl a drink?”
Shane twisted his head to look. “Hey, sweetheart.” Then he looked over at Cole. “Ah, we were kind of in the middle of a conversation here.”
Cole grinned and waved him off. “We’ll talk later.”
Shane swiveled on his barstool and slid his arm around Crystal’s waist, his eyes skating down her body. “I’d love to buy you a drink, darlin’.”
“Sweetheart. Darlin’. I like those so much better than the ma’am you called me earlier.”
“I’ll remember that,” Shane replied, pulling her closer.
Cole laughed and turned to say something to Red Dog on his other side, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wolf moving towards them, his eyes on Crystal. Cole straightened, angling back toward Shane and Crystal, knowing what was probably about to happen.
Sure enough, Wolf walked up, grabbed Crystal by the arm and started pulling her away. She looked back at Shane, like she didn’t want to leave him, but she kept her mouth shut and followed behind Wolf.
Shane began to come off his barstool, and Cole put a hand to his chest, pushing him back down. Their eyes connected. “Lesson one, you don’t challenge a patched member. Ever. That clear?”
Shane’s eyes moved from Cole to where Wolf was now pulling Crystal up the flight of stairs and back to Cole. “Yes, sir.”
At the top of the stairs, Crystal pulled back. “Wolf, what the hell-”
“What the hell crawled up your ass?” he demanded.
“Nothing. Let go of me.”
“Not a chance. Changed my mind about your offer, kitten.”
“I thought you had other plans.”
“I always do. When has that ever stopped us?”
“Where’s your girl?”
“Gave her to Green.”
“What, did you run another one off?”
He slid one hand up her leg, edging his fingers under the hem of her dress. “Don’t I always?”
She slapped his hand away. “And you always think you can come running to me.”
“I know I can.”
“I’m not that easy.”
“Sweetheart, nothing about you is ever easy.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re the most complicated woman I’ve ever known. And I can’t fucking stay away from you. No matter how hard I try.”
The look in her eyes went soft, but she still pushed against his chest. “You need a new game, Wolf. That one’s getting old.”
“You like our game. As much as I do.” He grabbed her wrists again and backed her into the wall, hard, pinning
her there. He watched her eyes flare with arousal. “Is this what you were going for, Crystal? Is this what you wanted? What you were trying to drive me to with that little display downstairs? Say it. Admit it.”
“Never,” she gasped, twisting her face away, showing him her neck
She could object all she wanted, but he saw how her breathing had increased, and the pulse in her throat beat wildly. Crystal liked him to dominate, take control, and sometimes even get rough. It suited him fine. She was the yin to his yang. They both got off on it. His mouth ran along her throat, kissing his way up to her ear. “I watched you with the new guys. You did that on purpose didn’t you? To get to me?” He bit her earlobe, wanting a response. “Answer me.”
“And did I get to you?” she replied breathlessly.
“Isn’t this proof enough? I’m here aren’t I?” He released one of her wrists and slid his hand into her hair. He tightened his fingers, giving her a quick tug of warning. “So you were going to go home with one of them? Was that your plan? Did you think I’d let you?”
“I didn’t think you’d even notice.”
“I noticed,” he murmured, pulling her hair hard enough to bring her chin up, her face to his. “You’re lucky you didn’t pull this shit with a brother.”
“You can’t always just take what you want,” she gasped out, breathing heavily.
“Yeah, I can. You know I can. You also know how it gets me off.” She stared at him a moment and then smiled as she leaned forward trying to reach his mouth with hers, but he pulled out of her reach and demanded insistently, “Don’t fuck with me, Crystal, say what I want to hear. Tell me you don’t want him.”
“Him?”
“Either one of them. Say it.”
“I don’t. Just you.” And suddenly his mouth was on hers. Plundering. Demanding her surrender.
“Damn it, woman, you are making me crazy,” he groaned as he pulled back, and then he whipped her around, her face to the wall. He pressed up against her, lifting her arms above her head, ordering her to keep them there as his hands slid down her arms to her breasts.
Crash took Shannon’s hands in his and laid them on his knees. Then his went to her hips. “Do you see how she moves?” he asked, looking over her shoulder at the stripper who was giving a lap dance to Green. She rocked against him, rolling up and back down. Green smacked her ass. “It’s not half as sexy as this. Look.”
Crash took her jaw in his hand and turned her face. He nodded toward the second level. Shannon followed the direction of his gaze. At the top of the stairs, in the hallway that disappeared down toward Cole’s room was a couple, just inside the shadows. Their profile in the edge of light.
“Watch them.”
She was shocked by what she saw. Wolf had Crystal up against the wall. They were struggling. He grabbed her wrists, slamming them against the wall above her head.
“He’s hurting her.” Shannon squirmed in his arms as if she was going to do something about it.
“Shh, sweetheart. He’s not hurting her. It’s not what you think. That’s how they always are with each other.”
“I don’t understand. Are you going to let him treat her like that?”
“It turns her on. Watch.” He still held her jaw in his hand, keeping her gaze on the couple.
Wolf held Crystal pinned, staring intently at her. Even at this distance and the dim lighting, Shannon could see the strong emotions flashing between the two of them. Wolf leaned in. Crystal twisted her head, not letting him kiss her. He was talking to her, whispering things in her ear a moment before his mouth took her throat. He stepped closer, his body coming up against hers. And suddenly, she was undulating against him, brushing up on him, twisting, her eyes drifting closed, her mouth opening. And then she turned her head, and her mouth sought out his. He released her wrists, and her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. They kissed long and passionately, and then he was spinning her around to face the wall. Taking her hands, he held them to the wall above her head again. He said something in her ear, must have ordered her to keep them there, because she nodded and when he pulled his hands away, her hands stayed where he’d left them.
Shannon watched as Wolf’s hands stroked slowly down Crystal’s arms, down until he reached her breasts. He cupped them, stroking, squeezing, gently kneading. One arm locked across her breasts, while the other hand slide down over her waist and hips. Lower to the hem of her dress. His hand went up, disappearing underneath, and then his arm moved forward, his hand going between her legs.
Crystal’s head dropped back against Wolf’s shoulder, her mouth open, her eyes closed.
“Look at them, Shannon. Look at how aroused she is. The look on her face, it’s fucking beautiful.” Crash muttered the words against her cheek, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth. He had her pinned against his chest, one hand on her jaw, keeping her gaze focused on the pair above them, and the other arm locked across that smooth bare belly. She could feel his arousal growing, pressing into her bottom. His hand slid across her belly, his palm warm against her skin. He paused between her belly button and the snap of her jeans. His thumb brushed over the dangling rhinestone, flicking it.
Shannon sucked in her breath. When she did, the tips of his fingers slid under her waistband. He murmured in her ear, “I want to touch you like he’s touching her.”
His other hand still held her jaw, keeping her focus on the couple above them, and her breathing quickened. “Crash, I…”
“Shh. Watch them.” She made a strangled whimper. His mouth slid over her earlobe. “Look at the way he’s touching her.”
She looked up. Wolf was stroking Crystal fervently. He was building her to a climax.
She couldn’t look away even if she tried. As Wolf cupped Crystal’s breast and brushed his thumb across her nipple, Crystal’s eyes slid closed. At his unrelenting strokes, she moaned and moved back against him, curling her fingers into the wall.
In response, Shannon’s own fingers curled into Crash’s knees as shock, and yes, desire, tightened her throat. Wolf’s attention never veered from Crystal. It was as if neither of them were aware of the people below them.
Shannon began to see submission and dominance, surrender and control, and the whole male-female dynamic in a completely new light. For Wolf and Crystal, there was nothing but each other, and Wolf’s focus didn’t stray from the woman under his hands.
“Aren’t you curious to know what it would be like to be in her position?”
Crash’s palm slid down, into her pants. The darkness of the room and the position of her up against the table, with Crash at her back, hid them from most eyes. Her hands on his knees tightened.
“Shh, relax, Princess. I won’t hurt you. I just want to make you feel what she feels. Watch her.”
It was erotic. Watching Wolf and Crystal. Feeling Crash’s hand touch her. Feeling what Crystal must be feeling. Oh, God. His middle finger slid over her, stroking gently. It dipped lower, into her wetness and then pulled back to stroke over her again. She felt her knees weaken. Crash must have felt it too, for the hand that held her jaw slid down to her throat, and then down, his arm locking like an iron band just under her breasts.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. She felt his eyes on her as he watched her face as the rest of the room dissolved away for her. The driving base of the music, and even the sounds of the crowd drifted away as he lowered his mouth to her throat and latched on, sucking. Her head fell back against Crash’s shoulder. The room was spinning as his fingers worked her.
She couldn’t prevent the way he overwhelmed her with sensations, though she knew she’d done little to make any effort to stop him.
“So sweet, so sexy,” he whispered in her ear, and then his mouth moved down to her throat, and his teeth nipped at her, sucking, marking her.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Shannon whispered. She’d never experienced anything like this. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever ha
d done to her. It was crazy. She should be turned off, embarrassed. It was shameful. But God, it was heavenly. The liquor she’d drank had her warm and pliant, and she didn’t want to stop him. She should, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to feel what Crystal was feeling. Crash’s stroking intensified. Oh, God, it was cresting. She could feel it building. “Crash,” she whispered, brokenly.
“Let go, honey.” His hold on her tightened. “I’ve got you. Come for me.” At his words, she did. She came apart in his arms. His free hand clamped over her mouth, smothering her moans.
As she came slowly down, Crash released her and slid his hand free of her pants. Both hands gripped her hips and pulled her back into his body. She could feel his choppy breathing brushing across her neck and back and his racing heartbeat as his fingers gripped harder into her hips, making her realize he was as affected by what had just happened as she had been.
“If I don’t taste you soon, Shannon-” His voice was rough with need before he broke off, not finishing his thought. It left Shannon to fill in the blanks and sent a shiver through her. Crash’s lips came down gently just behind her ear. She heard his deep inhale and then his hushed words. “You smell so good.”
She melted back against him.
At the bar across the room, Red Dog was grumbling to Cole, watching the lap dance Green was getting from Misty. “Damn, Green always gets the hot ones. Wait, isn’t that Wolf’s latest-”
“Not anymore, apparently.”
“Fuck, he goes through ‘em.”
“Go get you some,” Cole replied from his place at the end of the bar.
“Shit, I think I’ve done enough damage tonight.” Cole grinned, his eyes fixated on something in the corner. Dog twisted to look. “What’re you lookin’ at?”
“Just watchin’ the show.”
“What show? You ain’t even watchin’ Sonny’s girls.”
“A couple different shows going on here tonight. More interesting than Sonny’s stable.”
“Yeah, what?”
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