Jagger

by Dee Garcia

  Copyright 2017 © Dee Garcia

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the authors imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

  All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the reader of this ebook ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the contributing authors. All songs, song titles and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.

  Cover design & formatting: Black Widow Designs

  Contents

  Note from the Author

  Dedication

  Playlist

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  About Dee

  Also by Dee

  Note from the Author

  Jagger is a 21k standalone novella previously seen in SIX: A Men of The Strip Anthology. While most of the plot remains the same, some scenes have been altered, and a couple new ones have been thrown in. Contains strong language and sexually explicit scenes including one instance of MFF. This book is intended for mature audiences only.

  Dedication

  This one is for all my dirty girls…

  ‘cause Jag is a very dirty boy.

  Playlist

  Pony - Ginuwine

  She Knows - Ne-Yo & Juicy J

  Late Night Call - Alistair

  Attention - Charlie Puth

  Party Favors - Tinashe

  The Hills - The Weeknd

  Sex Therapy - Robin Thicke

  Unforgettable - French Montana & Swae Lee

  You Make Me Feel - Cobra Starship & Sabi

  Crave You (Adventure Club Remix) - Flight Facilities

  Drink You Away - Justin Timberlake

  Dangerously - Charlie Puth

  Hoots, hollers, and salacious screams echo around the room as Ginuwine's “Pony” fades away and the blue-tinted lights above dim out, leaving the six of us frozen on stage.

  Panting.

  Sweating.

  Sly grins on our faces. Grins that have the power to shred panties and wreck a woman right in her very seat.

  But they’re not here for a quirk of our lips.

  No.

  They’re here to watch us shake our asses, grind our hips against the stage and hope that, along with stripping free of our shirts, we’ll strip free of everything else too.

  And who are we exactly, you ask?

  The Men of SIX.

  I'm Jagger, but the world knows me as Jag. Then there's Sinclair, who the ladies dubbed Sin, Ronin better known as Rush, Dallas aka Big D, Calvin the ex-cop, and Paulie, our resident Guido.

  Together, we deliver the hottest male entertainment on The Strip, and when I say the hottest, I mean the absolute fucking hottest. Why else would women of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities pay, not only an obscene cover charge at the door, but also hefty drink prices at the bar, and an additional fee for VIP should they find themselves interested in a private dance?

  Truth is, price is irrelevant when the experience is platinum and the ambiance is high-class. At least that’s what the majority of our testimonials say. SIX may be Sin City’s hidden gem, but even the most well-known club or show within the infamous bedazzled adult playground has nothing on us.

  Shielded by momentary darkness, the boys and I disappear behind the ebony curtain and shuffle into the dressing room for a ten-minute break before making our rounds back in the main room. I amble straight to the fridge and pull out a Red Bull, chugging down half the can as my brothers disperse through the room and plant their asses in the nearest seat. We’re not blood brothers, of course, but I’ve known them long enough to consider them as such.

  “Good-fucking-show,” says Calvin from his lone spot on the couch.

  Dallas and Paulie nod while Sin and Rush mumble some form of an agreement.

  “You forgot to add as usual,” I point out, downing the rest of my tangy, bubbly goodness.

  “How many cans you have left?” Sin asks abruptly, prompting me to open the fridge again and take a headcount.

  “Five.”

  “Jesus Christ, Jag. You just bought that fucking pack two days ago.”

  “And?” I fling the emptied can into the trash.

  “And, that shit is gonna fucking kill you if you keep guzzling it down like water.”

  “Yes, dad—whatever you say, dad.”

  “That’s Daddy to you, fucker,” he snickers, and Dallas proceeds to bark out a laugh I’m sure Betty can hear from the bar.

  Saluting them with the finger, I strip out of my slacks and slip into my worn jeans, grabbing my fitted off the coffee table en route the door. “When you pay my bills and buy me a new Audi, then you can be Daddy. Until then, get on your knees and fucking blow me, dickhead.”

  Dallas howls again, the boys right along with him, and with a satisfied grin, I take off down the darkened hallway and pull the bill of my cap low over my eyes as I push past the privacy curtain into the main room.

  A boisterous blend of chit-chat, laughter, and “She Knows” immediately slap me in the face, the promise of a good night supercharging the air like a live wire.

  “Jagger! Jagger, over here!” I hear from somewhere in the crowd.

  I grin.

  Scanning each table, not a vacant seat in the house, I search for the source, only to have Sin come out of nowhere and point out a group of ladies of in the back. They’re huddled in one of studded leather booths, their wicked smiles telling me all I need to know, even from across the room.

  Either the singles are about to rain down or one of them is leading lead me straight to VIP the second I approach their table. Considering there’s four of them, I figure it’ll likely be a mix of the two.

  Sin and I fist bump, and head our separate ways just as the rest of the boys emerge from the back, throwing the entire room into overdrive. The night is officially in full swing and within the next fifteen minutes, it’s going to be a madhouse of lap dances, dollar bills, and body shots.

  Weaving in and out through the tables to my destination is never an easy feat. Flirty hands always reach out and jerk me back, giggles and obscene pleasantries thrown around in hopes they’ll catch my eye. Unless they’re my point of interest, though, their efforts are futile.

  Cute, but still futile.

  Nonetheless, I’ll flash them a wink and promise to be back soon, which works like a damn charm time and time again.

  "Evening, ladies," I croon, finally sidling up to their booth.

  Four sets of coy eyes pin me in place, devouring me whole from head to toe. It never gets old. Through their eager inspection, I note one of the girls has a bright pink sash with the words Birthday Girl draped across her body.

  “Someone’s legal tonight!” I waggle my eyebrows, and she shakes her head vigorously.

  “I've been legal, baby. Celebrating twenty-eight years,” she hollers back.

  “Either way, you’re the birthday girl which means you get the first dance.”

  “Damn right I do, in VIP!”

  I called it, didn’t I?

  Glancing over to the other end of the room, I signal the bouncer who nods almost immediately, confirmi
ng the room is free.

  Looks like the birthday girl is about to unwrap her present sooner rather than later.

  “Well, c’mon then. Room’s all ready for you.” I hold out my hand and she swiftly slips her palm in mine, rising to her heel-clad feet.

  “Can my girl come too? We’re kind of a packaged deal.”

  “Fine by me, Princess. Are the rest coming also?” I ask, my eyes swinging to where the other two sit just a few feet away.

  “Na, it’s just us. I’m Desi by the way, and this is my best friend, Kat.”

  “Nice to meet you ladies. Shall we?”

  “We shall,” Desi agrees, taking hold of Kat’s hand as I lead them the short distance to the only private room in the house.

  “So Kat, are you just here for speculation purposes or is this really a two-for-one special?” I question after we shuffle into the darkly decorated room.

  “You’re the only one who’s going to be speculating. Sit,” Kat counters sensuously.

  My brows shoot up as I swivel around. “I can't dance if I'm sitting.”

  "We don't want you to dance," Desi adds, unbuttoning her blouse. "We want to play."

  Fuck.

  I should've known. These two screamed trouble the second I laid my eyes on them. Not that trouble is a problem, we just don’t offer that here. Contrary to popular belief, SIX isn't a sex club, and while VIP is one-hundred percent private, the room is only bought out for a fifteen-minute maximum.

  Yeah, sure, I’ve bent the rules a few times, and one alone would’ve been doable, but two, unfortunately, is not. Providing them with equal attention to bring them both over the edge while still granting myself a happy ending just isn’t possible.

  At least not here.

  Outside these walls, that’s a very different story.

  Pulling off my fitted, I rake a hand through my hair and shake my head. "As much as I'd love to, ladies, I can't."

  “Oh c’mon.” Desi advances toward me, snatching the cap from my grip. “We’re all alone in here and it's my birthday. Why not make the most of it?”

  “Cause we’ve got fifteen minutes,” I reiterate.

  “And?” she hedges.

  “And it’s not possible.”

  “Anything is possible,” Kat chimes in, and in one swift move the two of them have effectively pushed me onto the couch, devilish grins set firmly in place.

  With Desi on one leg and Kat on the other, I observe as they watch me with playful gazes that strike my curiosity.

  Fuck it.

  “Have you two done this before?”

  Double and Trouble shake their heads, stained lips caught between their teeth.

  “Have you at least kissed?” I press.

  Desi’s quick to shake her head again, while Kat nods, backhanding her best friend’s arm.

  “Don't lie, bitch,” she hisses, to which Desi rolls her eyes.

  “Fine, we have. But we were drunk and it was a dare, so I don't see how that counts.”

  “Oh, it counts.” I grin, my eyes flickering between the two.

  This is gonna be fun.

  “Would you have done it if it wasn't a dare?”

  Kat and Desi glance at one other, matching smirks slowly curling their lips.

  “I'll take that as a yes.” I trail my fingertips up their thighs to the curve of their waists. “Come here.”

  “Who?” asks Kat.

  “Both of you.”

  I know damn well I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m obviously not going to be dancing, so fuck it all. They want me, and they’re honestly too damn sexy to turn down.

  A little taste never hurt anyone.

  Trapping their chins in my hands, I reel them in, our lips brushing simultaneously, grazing and exploring at a leisure pace with teasing tongues in between. When I nip, they suck, soft moans bubbling in their throats the more hungered our kiss becomes. I indulge for just a second longer before melting into the plush leather couch to enjoy the little show taking place on my lap. I’m enraptured by the sight of them; the delicate way in which they kiss, how every swipe of their tongues is a direct connect to my dick, jerking me beneath the rough fabric of my jeans. Their playful giggles assure my semi hasn't gone unnoticed and, apparently, its presence only fuels them on in their conquest. Kat thrusts her fingers into Desi’s hair at the same moment Desi fists the seams of Kay’s dress, both of them tugging the other closer. They’re pressed so tightly together, I’m sure not even a sheet of paper could slip between them.

  Tearing my eyes away from them is not by any means easy, but the clock on the wall burns a damn hole through my head. Keeping track of time is a constant habit whenever I work VIP, and much to my fucking dismay, our session is due to end any minute now.

  “Ladies,” I say quietly, swatting first Kat’s ass, then Desi’s.

  They squeal in delight and turn toward me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed a perfect pink, eyes glittering with mischief.

  “Times up.”

  Sexy little pouts claim their lips as Kat whines, “Nooo.”

  I nod against my better judgment, silently cursing Betty for her fifteen-minute rule. “Yes.”

  “Jag, pleaseee,” Desi whimpers.

  “We can't, not here.”

  “Then come back to our hotel,” she blurts out, to which Kat nods enthusiastically. “We’re literally down the street from here.”

  Glancing between them with the opportunity for one hell of night dangling just within reach, I decide to take it. You didn’t really think I’d turn them down now, did you?

  “Fine, but we don't close until 3 am.”

  “We’ll be up,” Kat assures me. “Room 394.”

  Room 394 it is then…

  At half past three, I find myself standing in front of Kat and Desi’s hotel room as I’d promised, pressing my ear to the door. All I can hear is the faint sound of multiple voices and a round of laughter clearly coming from the TV.

  Damn.

  They've probably passed out, meaning I’m more than likely be walking back to my car with the worst case of blue balls, ever. Still, I rap my knuckles on the door and listen for the slightest movement on the other side, hoping the sound might wake them up. At first, I’m almost positive I’m hearing shit, but it only grows louder until it’s evident one of them is peeking through the peephole.

  Three…

  Two…

  One…

  The door swings open, revealing a smiling Kat. “Hey, Jag.”

  “Hey,” I offer softly, flashing her a grin.

  Rolling her eyes, her hooks a thumb behind herself. “Princess passed out.”

  Fuck, I think to myself, rubbing the back of my head as disappointment washes over me. My dick all but screams in agony. “What happened to we’ll be up?”

  Kat chuckles and pushes open the door a ways more, hitching a shoulder. “Believe me, I tried keeping her up. She had a long week at work.”

  “It's cool. I'll admit, this fucking sucks though.”

  Bright green eyes regard me curiously for a beat before she asks, “Wanna wake her up?”

  Her question catches me off guard to say the least. “Seriously?”

  Nodding briskly, she steps aside to allow me entry. “Hell yeah. C’mon, it'll be fun.”

  I make it all of ten steps into the room before my back hits the wall, her hand falling flat on my chest, one polished finger draping over her lips.

  “Shhh. Just two minutes,” she whispers, a lascivious smile dragging across her face.

  My brow quirks as I observe her. She’s a feisty little thing and she looks good enough to eat in her teeny little shorts, all thick thighs and luscious ass. I reach out and grip her by the waist, my hands sliding down the curves of her body as our mouths collide in a frantic kiss.

  “You're bad,” I murmur amidst her assault.

  “Two minutes isn’t going to kill her”—kiss—“Besides, all will be forgiven once she’s awake and she realizes what’s going on.”
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br />   “Fair point,” I agree, curling my fingers under the hem of her tank top as we stumble further into the room.

  Breaking away long enough for me to whip the offending garment over her head, I toss it to the ground before our lips fuse once more en route to the bed. With a quick snap, I unclasp her bra. She shrugs the rest of it off, flinging it somewhere in our wake. My hands instantly fly to her tits. They aren’t huge, but they’re definitely not small either—a nice handful, so soft and round...and slightly cold?

  My eyes fall between us. Two tiny diamonds adorning either side of her nipples greet my questioning gaze, bringing the anxious fucker trapped in my jeans to life.

  Kat giggles quietly, satisfied amusement radiating off her in scorching waves that instantly springs me further into action. Pushing her onto the bed, I blanket her body with my own and take a rigid peak between my teeth, my tongue swirling around the heady combination of steel and soft flesh. A faint moan tumbles from her lips, bubbling a rough groan deep in my throat at the image of her unraveling for me.

  “Desi,” she pants as I veer off to the other globe, tweaking the nipple I abandoned not seconds before.

  “Two minutes, remember?”—suck—“I want to taste you.”

  She moans again at my concession, her back arching off the bed, inviting me to trail lower, and lower, and lower... In one swift move, I have her shorts—along with her panties—discarded on the floor behind me, the sight of her pretty little pussy already glistening with her arousal straining my dick against my jeans beyond the point of pain.

  I can’t fucking take it anymore.

  Quickly undoing the button, I yank down the zipper and pull myself free as I settle on my knees between her legs, stroking myself long enough to let the blood flow.