by Anne Malcom
My eyes rolled in the back of my head and I couldn’t find it in me to get angry about yet another possessive statement, especially when I would never actually call some actor who plays a hardass on TV when I had my very on real life hardass in bed with me.
“Hmmm” I moaned as Cade’s finger found my magic and delightfully sensitive spot.
“My baby is ready for me again so soon?” He whispered roughly in my ear.
All I was able to let out was a low moan, and I moved myself against the rough muscled body of my man communicating I was indeed ready. He flipped me over quickly, covering his body with mine before devouring me with a kiss.
“My baby is greedy for my cock.” He murmured, mouth inches away from mine. I nodded, wrapping my legs around him and Cade then proceeded to fuck the rest of my brains out.
A few days later I was pouring Amy and I a glass of wine when I heard a knock at the door.
“Gwen! Can you get that? I just painted my nails and I can’t move from this spot for three more hours until my polish is sufficiently dried.” I heard Amy call from the direction of the pool.
I rolled my eyes, walking towards the door wine in hand, hoping the visitor would be Cade. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since yesterday afternoon when he disappeared on club business. I hated myself for admitting it, I missed him already. I promised myself I would not turn into a crazed pathetic woman over him. Opening the door I screamed.
Ryan stood in front of my grinning. “Gwen I’m excited to see you too, but lets not deafen me and my beloved shall we?” He remarked dryly.
I ignored him and squealed again, jumping into his arms.
“Gwen, please tell me you are getting kidnapped or the new Birkin has just been hand delivered to you, they are the only reasons I would not be totally pissed about my ruined manicure.” Amy walked into the foyer frowning at her hands. Her expression brightened when she saw Ryan. “Oh my god! Ry!!” She shrieked, nails forgotten. I looked over his shoulder to see Alex grinning walking up the pathway, arms laden with bags. I grinned back and ran towards him, throwing myself at him. He dropped the bags to pick me up, hugging me tight.
“Alex, sweetie, I know we’re very excited to see Gwen but could we not drop Louis Vuitton on the dirty ground?” Ryan called out from the door, only half joking.
We both ignored him, Alex pulled back to stare at my face, hands at my neck.
“You look great G, happy.” He told me quietly, eyes full of pride.
I felt my own well up with tears. “I am A, I’m doing so good, and I didn’t think I could get much happier, but you guys just proved me wrong.” I beamed at him wrapping my arms around his muscled body once again.
“What the fuck?” A very pissed off male voice asked from behind me.
I released Alex to see Cade, Brock and Bull staring at Alex and I with varying degrees of anger. Bull’s face was blank as usual, but his eye seemed to be twitching, Brock’s face was hard, but his gaze was on Amy, who had walked down to join us, holding hands with Ryan. Who, had obviously forgotten about his Vuitton because he was gawking at the three bikers before him. I didn’t blame him, three fine male specimens encased in leather just meters away? It was a lot to take in.
“Jesus Christ Abrams, get back inside the fucking house and put on some fucking clothes.” Brock barked, ignoring Alex and Ryan, striding towards Amy.
She put a hand on her bare hip, eyes narrowing at the approaching biker.
“Seriously? Do not order me around like some caveman asshole, it’s a bikini, and I’m pretty sure a little thing called Feminism happened about fifty years ago, giving women the right to wear whatever they want and not have to listen to arrogant pricks.” She finished by yelling in his face when he got to her. I bit back a laugh at how familiar this conversation was, to the ones I regularly had with Cade.
He ignored her, wrapping his hand around her wrist and dragging her back into the house, while she fought him and cursed him. Ryan watched with a raised eyebrow, a grin threatening the corner of his mouth, obviously amused. Alex hadn’t been. I had to hold him back when Brock grabbed Amy, whispering in his ear to reassure him he didn’t have to take on three big men to protect us. Which he would, in a heartbeat.
“I’m so going to like it here.” Ryan declared, joining Alex and I, oblivious to the hostility radiating off my boyfriend.
“Ryan, Alex, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend Cade and his friend Bull.” I said carefully. “And Cade and Bull these are my best friends Ryan and Alex.” I was trying to think of a subtle way to inform Cade they were my very gay best friends as I knew he was getting jealous, but Ryan took care of that. He pushed forward, shaking both of their hands, looking like drool might drop out of the corner of his mouth.
“Seriously, Gwen told me about you guys but I totally thought she was exaggerating, if I wasn’t like madly in love with this one.” He pointed with his thumb to Alex .“I would move here like tomorrow.” Ryan grinned at them. “Now lets this party started! I brought Dom, which I hope hasn’t been broken by the careless throwing around of my luggage.” He gave a pointed glance at Alex, turning on his heel to grab his bags.
Cade stayed put, face unreadable, I suddenly panicked at what his reaction would be to my two very gay best friends. He came from a small town, was in a motorcycle club and was a serious macho man to boot. I couldn’t imagine him being ready to wave the rainbow flag. Shit. Surprisingly he stepped forward, pulling me to his side and firmly shaking Alex’s hand. “Nice to meet you bro, any friend of Gwen’s is a friend of ours.” He said sincerely. I let out a breath of relief when Bull followed suit.
“Good to met you too, Gwen has told me a lot about you, I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.” Alex replied carefully, sounding a lot like a protective older brother, and eying Cade’s cut skeptically.
“Hello? Very expensive champagne that needs to be drunk here?” Ryan called out from the porch, shaking the bottle, saving me from passing out from testosterone overdose.
“We better get inside and open that wine before my little Queen throws a tantrum.” I joked pulling Cade, and gesturing to Bull and Alex who walked in front of us, conversing about who know what. This would be interesting.
“So he owns a strip club?” Ryan exclaimed loudly, the results of our drinking session causing his voice to increase multiple decibels.
“Ry inside voice please. I would rather you didn’t inform the entire bar.” I scolded.
Ryan waved his hand. “Puh lease honey this is a small town, I bet you were the last to know. We have to go there.” He decided, getting up on unsteady feet.
We were in Laura Maye’s bar again, having a girls night. Ryan obviously counted as a girl, and Alex was watching some game with Cade and the boys. Football maybe, hockey, or baseball? I honestly didn’t know, my ears glazed over at the talk of sports. But I was happy they were all getting along so well, and that everyone had taken the gay thing without comment. Rosie and the girls were meant to be meeting up with us later, but Amy and I had wanted time alone with Ryan first. I had decided to abstain from telling both him and Alex about the me getting kidnapped thing. Considering everything that was going on, I didn’t need that little gem of information in the mix.
“I second that.” Amy chimed in, finishing her drink and grabbing her Prada. “Let’s go and check out these girls that Cade has to ‘check in on.” She finger quoted the last bit.
“Let’s skip past the fact that you are both insane, and just land at the fact we are meant to be meeting Amy and the girls any minute and none of us are sober enough to drive.” I stayed seated, toying with the olive in my martini.
Amy pulled out her phone, fingers moving at lightening speed, I was impressed, I lost the ability to text after my third cocktail.
“Two birds one stone. Rosie is picking us up and taking us to the strip club.” She declared clearly pleased with herself.
I groaned as the two of them pulled me out of the chair.
“This is a terrible idea you guys, there is nothing to gain by going out there, and we always get into trouble whenever you both agree on a plan after martinis.”
“Oh come on, you know you’re curious about this place, we need to do the recon. Don’t tell me it hasn’t been driving you insane.” Amy crossed her arms, daring me to argue. I felt deflated; it had been gnawing at me knowing Cade was involved in a place where beautiful women took their clothes off in front of him.
“And name one time that we got into trouble with martinis.” Ryan challenged arms crossed.
“You almost got me arrested for stealing that cops hat.”
Ryan rolled his eyes “Almost. But didn’t.”
“Plus ended up dating him for like a month and we got to bypass traffic whenever we were with him.” Amy chimed in.
Fuck. Bad example. The traffic thing had been handy.
“You got us banned from the Ivy for a year, Amy’s dad had to pull strings to get us back in.” I gave them another one.
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Totally not our fault. How were we meant to know that that guy was married? And that his wife would be a biter?”
“Come on Gwennie, you know you want to.” Amy interrupted.
I blew out an exasperated breath. “Fine but we are just looking then leaving.”
“That’s my girl!” Amy clapped her hands. “And we have to have at least one drink.” She ushered me out of the bar before I could argue.
“So this is it.” Rosie pulled up in front of a nondescript building that looked well maintained, and not at all like a strip club. It had a red sign reading ‘Diamond Lounge’ in elegant script and a bouncer at the door.
“I have to say this is an excellent idea, I’ve been wondering what this place was like for ages.” Lucy put in from the back, where she was squeezed between Amy and Ryan. Her and Ryan were well on their way to becoming besties, the way they had been cackling in the backseat the entire ride.
Rosie grinned at me. “I gotta agree Gwen, ever since the boys opened it I’ve wanted a peek, but Cade was always foiling our attempts, he would not be happy about this at all.” She gave me the impression she didn’t mind this one bit. She opened her door and everyone else followed suit.
I looked to the ceiling of the car. “Please don’t let me get arrested tonight.” I pleaded before jumping out.
The bouncer gave us all a questioning look, but opened the door for us. We all walked in, Ryan and Lucy whispering to each other linking arms, Amy and Rosie laughing. Once I got a good look at the interior I was surprised. It was almost tasteful. Apart from the women dancing naked on the polls of course. The lighting was dim, a soft glow radiated from candles on the tables. Black cushioned chairs were clustered around round silver tables, the looked comfortable. One must be comfortable for a lap dance I guessed. A long runway split the bar in two, jutting off a stage. It had a pole at the end of it, that a blonde with huge boobs was currently hanging off. Other girls danced on circular mini stages that were peppered around the room. Some were cozying up to various men, of which there were many. The place was packed.
“Okay now we’ve looked, and I feel sufficiently persuaded to get breast implants and loose 10 pounds, time to go.” I instructed to my friends.
Ryan cocked his head at me. “Um no way we are staying at discussing what size you should go to, we have a lot to refer to here. And look! We’ve got us a table.” He pointed to Amy, who was sitting at an empty table giving us the thumbs up.
I groaned as Rosie and Lucy grinned at me, walking to join Amy.
Ryan linked his arm with mine, following me. “Come on Gwen its just a bit of fun, what trouble could we possibly get into?” He asked innocently.
After two surprisingly good cocktails I hated to admit I was having a great time. This place actually felt like I was in a trendy bar, well one with an almost exclusive male clientele and that had naked women dancing in front of me. The service was good, like previously mentioned the cocktails were great, the company was pretty awesome as well. I was surprised we hadn’t gotten any sleazy advances from guys. I wasn’t being full of myself, it was just we were pretty much the only women in a bar full of guys, and my companions were nothing to sneeze at. Amy looked like she should be modeling for Victoria’s Secret, Lucy looked like a sexy Snow White with her milky skin and black hair, and Rosie looked like a biker goddess.
My thought was interrupted when I felt conversation stop. My head crooked to where all of my friends where glaring, apart from Ryan, he just looked puzzled.
“Well isn’t this pathetic, Cade’s latest piece resorting to staking out his bar. He dumped you already sweetheart?” A nasally, spiteful voice asked me.
Great just what I needed. Ginger stood at the edge of our table flanked by two equally skanky friends. She had gotten her roots done since the last time I saw her, but was not much of an improvement on the ‘Whore Chic’ look. She had cheap looking extensions in which only made her stringy hair look worse. The faux leather dress she was wearing with a zip running down the whole front should be burnt as well as the thigh high heeled boots she was wearing.
“You coming in for a job interview sweetheart?” I asked looking her up and down. “I don’t think even a strip club would lower themselves to hire something like you. Maybe Burger King?” I suggested sweetly.
A gaggle of laughter erupted from behind me, and Amy gave me a fist pump.
Ginger’s face reddened and she narrowed her kohl-rimmed eyes at me in a death stare. “Bitch, you are just the flavor of the month, Cade will come back to me, he can’t get enough of my pussy.” She snarled, stepping closer to me.
“Well aren’t you classy.” Ryan put in, giving her a cold gaze.
She glanced at him, taking in his printed shirt and tan slacks. “Shut up fag, no one asked your opinion.”
Oh no she didn’t. I saw Amy clench her glass and direct a withering glare at the bitch, knowing she was seconds away from throwing said glass at her.
“I suggest you shut your crude mouth and walk away before I catch an STD. Or lose my temper.” I informed Ginger through gritted teeth.
Ginger rolled her eyes, smirking. “Like I’m scared of some townie, I’ll wipe the floor with you bitch.”
I tried to get up, but a hand on my arm stopped me.
“She’s not worth it my darling, what if you rip your Chanel?” Ryan asked me conversationally, glancing at my dress. I was inclined to agree with him until I heard Ginger mutter a word to her friends. A word that was referring to Ryan, a word that made my blood boil.
“She did not just say that.” Lucy declared icily.
Amy and I stood up at the same time, both advancing on the gaggle of skanks. I was closer so I got to Ginger first, not before she reared her fist back trying to punch me. I caught it in my hand and laughed in her face. “Didn’t your Dad ever teach you? You never rear back when trying to hit someone.” I shook my head. “Stupid whore.”
I raised my other hand in a lightening quick move and clocked her in the nose. She went down like a sack of potatoes. Amy and Rosie were taking care of the other two while I knelt down, grabbing Ginger by the hair, avoiding the blood coming out of her nose. I seriously didn’t want that anywhere near my dress.
“The word is African American. I know with your limited brain cells you wouldn’t be able to spell that but I’m sure you can form the words.” I told her evenly.
She glared at me, trying to struggle out of my grasp. “Fuck you.” Her voice was slightly garbled due to her bloody nose.
I gripped her hair and pulled, making her cry out. “Now that wasn’t the apology I was looking for how about we try that again.” I pointed her head to Ryan, who was calmly sipping his cocktail, looking amused.
Ginger kept struggling, and for once kept her mouth firmly shut.
I shook my head. “I’m not letting go until you say the words, or until your cheap extensions give out.” I told her.
She gazed at me like she wanted t
o scratch my eyes out, her eyes turning to her friends for support. One had run off, and the other had her hands behind her back and Amy hanging onto her, smirking.
She stubbornly stayed silent a moment more before whining. “Fine. I’m sorry.” She glared at Ryan, looking like the words hurt coming out.
I smiled. “That wasn’t so hard now was it? Run along now, I’m sure you have a penicillin shot to take.” I let her go, pushing myself up and dusting my hands on my dress.
Ginger scrambled to her feet, holding her nose, looking like she wanted to lunge at me, but her (obviously more intelligent friend) dragged her away.
“That was like, the highlight of my week Gwen! You rock I didn’t know you had it in you.” Lucy exclaimed eyes wide, smiling from ear to ear.
“Neither did I.” A deep voice agreed from behind me.
Oh please don’t let that be who I thought it was. I turned slowly to find my fears confirmed. Cade stood a couple of feet away, arms crossed and a blank expression on his handsome face. Alex was beside him, used to this kind of thing with Ryan, Amy and I, only shook his head with a grin. Lucky, who had also seen the performance was wearing a shit eating grin.
“Holy fuck Gwen that was fucking awesome, and like off the charts hot. Props to you Ames and Rosie.” He nodded at the girls beside me, who freaking curtseyed. Drunken idiots. Brock only had eyes for Amy giving her a sexy smile, which made me blush.
“Um. Hi honey, how was the game? Did the…team win?” I asked conversationally, like I wasn’t standing in my boyfriend’s strip club where I had just punched his ex girlfriend while him and his friends watched.
“I wouldn’t know. Since my security team called me, informing me my woman, sister and their friends had arrived at my club, I decided to miss the end of the game to come down and see what you were doing at a strip club.” His voice was even, not betraying any emotion, apart from a slightly raised brow. “Turns out that was a good choice, considering that was more entertaining than any football game.”