by Ravenna Tate
“I want you so fucking ready to come that when I let you do it, it will blow your mind.”
“I’m already there. Please, Mastema.”
“God. You should see how fucking sexy this looks from down here.” He slid the ottoman lower and half lay, half sat below her pussy. “Mmmm … this will be fun.”
Kayla moaned loudly as he slid two fingers into her pussy, and one into her puckered hole. She cried out as the orgasm began. It intensified as Mastema licked and sucked her clit. She re-planted her feet and tried to hang onto the sweaty metal under her hands as he continued to finger-fuck her, and lick her tender bud.
As the contractions went on and on, her legs trembled, and goosebumps broke out over her entire body. This was the sexiest, most erotic thing she’d ever done. Her clit hurt by the time he finished, and she could still feel his finger inside her, long after he removed it.
“I need to fuck you again.” Mastema moved the ottoman from underneath her, donned the condom, and sank his swollen dick into her pussy from behind. He held onto her hips as he fucked her, slowly at first, gradually increasing his speed and strength.
The climax he’d given her with his mouth and fingers intensified again, until her entire body quivered from the contractions with sheer, exquisite pleasure. She’d never been fucked like this. Never had an orgasm go on and on this way.
It wasn’t going to stop, and neither was he. His strength and stamina were fucking intoxicating. Everything about him was. Sweat droplets splashed her ass cheeks and lower back as Mastema grunted and groaned his way to another orgasm.
By the time he withdrew, her entire body might as well have been made of jelly. She could no longer grip the pole when he finally untied her wrists and pulled her into his arms. Her body was as slick as his, her breathing equally quick, and her heartbeat just as rapid.
“Wow,” she whispered.
He chuckled low in his throat and kissed her neck. “Yeah. I sure as fuck don’t want to work now.”
“I wish you didn’t have to.” A thought occurred to her, which was amazing considering her brain was mush. “Why don’t I come downstairs and hang out in the club?” She’d never actually done that in all the weeks she’d been here. At least, not for longer than a few moments.
“I’d like that, and so would everyone else.”
“Okay. Give me a few minutes to shower and change clothes.”
When he pulled out of the embrace and gave her an exasperated look, she laughed. “What?”
“You talking about showers isn’t exactly helping my motivation to get my ass downstairs.”
“Then think about … I don’t know. Icicles on your balls or something.”
His laugh sent her heart fluttering. “Oh, Kayla. You are perfect.” He kissed her quickly. “I’m out of here or we’ll spend the entire night fucking, and Gorgon will be up here looking for me.”
“Then you’d better go. I’ll be down in about twenty minutes.”
She took a quick shower, letting the memories wash over her. Every spot on her body was still alive with his touch. This was all new to her, and she loved it. Instead of the fear she thought she’d experience, the world now felt alive with possibilities she’d never considered before.
It wasn’t the same as the newness the first time they’d had sex. This was different. Stable. Normal. No underlying images of being used or tricked filled her mind. Instead, there was a peacefulness about it, as if she’d been searching for this and had finally stumbled upon it.
As she dressed in a short skirt and tube top, donning cute sandals she’d recently brought, tears threatened. This was the happiest she’d ever been. No doubt about it. She’d finally opened her heart enough to let someone inside. In time, she would learn to completely trust in this, because she knew he’d never hurt her.
Kayla had no idea where this would lead, but she was ready for it. She was ready to let this sexy, strong man lead her out of the dark and into a new life. A life without fear. A life where she could begin to tear down the walls she’d built around her heart.
This was real! He wanted the same thing from this relationship she did. For the first time in her life, Kayla didn’t have to fear another person. It was new but exhilarating. And it was only the beginning of her happy experiences.
The club was crowded tonight, and she guessed that was because the weather was unseasonably warm for late September. Chloe was on stage. Her pregnancy didn’t show yet, but Kayla had heard rumors that Chloe now only danced one set a night, and would stop soon until after her baby was born.
Even though Chloe hadn’t intended on telling anyone about it, somehow the entire club seemed to already know. At least Kayla hadn’t contributed to that. She’d kept her word to Chloe and Rai. She hadn’t said anything about it to anyone, including Mastema.
Kayla leaned against the bar near the entrance to the club, and watched with envy as Chloe gracefully navigated the stage and three poles. She’d improved even in the weeks Kayla had been here, and she’d been amazing already.
The cheering and hooting from the crowd was deafening. Maybe one day she’d get up the nerve to ask Chloe for help? She was clearly the perfect person to help Kayla with her pole work. She’d mastered it unlike any of them had.
“She’s incredible, isn’t she?”
Kayla turned to face Meghan, who’d donned an apron prior to going behind the bar to work.
“Yes. I’m so jealous.”
Meghan laughed. “Can’t blame you there. But you’re no slouch, Kayla. You’ve really come into your own the past couple of weeks.”
“Really?” If others had noticed, it must be true.
“Yeah. Everyone says so.”
Her heart filled with pride and renewed happiness. “Mind if I hang out here while you serve drinks? I’d like to watch the others dance.”
“Not at all, but come on back behind the bar. You’ll have a better view and won’t get jostled around.”
“Are you sure I won’t be in your way?”
“Not at all.”
Nightingale was next, and she was always fun to watch because of the feathers. She draped them in a way that made it clear she wore nothing else, but they always covered just enough to tease the men into a frenzy. While she watched, Chloe came behind the bar to get herself a bottle of ginger ale. She’d changed into a tank top and shorts.
“You were really great tonight,” said Kayla.
“You watched me?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks. I haven’t seen you hanging out here watching the rest of us much.”
“I should be here every night. I will be from now on.”
“That’s good to hear, Kayla.” Chloe cut her gaze toward the stage, where Nightingale was finishing up. “They’ll have to clean the stage before the second sets, but I asked her to go on early because Honey will be the last dancer later.”
“Does it bother you that you’re not the last act when one of them dances on the same night as you?”
Chloe frowned. “No. Why on earth would it?”
Kayla wanted to kick her own ass until she cried from the pain. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant because you’re the best dancer here.”
“Thank you for saying so, but no, it doesn’t bother me at all. The more popular acts we have, the more business it brings in.”
“True.”
“And with me stopping soon for a while, we need to hire some new…”
As Chloe’s voice trailed off, she frowned again, but this time it wasn’t in Kayla’s direction. It was at the sight of four men, dressed in cuts with areas on them where it looked like the patches had been taken off. Kayla had hung around MCs long enough to know how odd that was. Then again, they might not be from an MC, but why were they wearing leather vests that had obviously one had patches on them?
“Who the fuck are they?” asked Chloe. “Do you recognize them?”
“No,” said Meghan, “but if I had to bet good money, I’d say they
were from the Outlaw Dogs, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah. I sure would.” Chloe drained her bottle. “I thought they were checking IDs at the door? How the fuck did those four get in here? I’ll go and find Gorgon. Kayla, stay behind the bar with Meghan.”
Before Kayla had the chance to say one word, Chloe was gone. “Why would they come in here?” she asked Meghan.
“Don’t know, but I can’t fucking believe they had the balls to do it. And like Chloe said, who the fuck is watching the door and let them in?”
Kayla glanced around, but didn’t spot any of the officers, or Donny’s men. “Maybe they didn’t know them? Or maybe they had fake IDs?” She’d heard that Gorgon had names of all the Outlaw Dogs MC members, and had ordered everyone checking IDs at the door not to let any of them inside.
Meghan gave her a dark glance. “Or, maybe they did know them?”
A nasty shiver ran down her spine. “What do you mean?”
“We have a lot of new prospects. Who’s to say one or more of them isn’t itching for the turf war those assholes have been threatening for months now?”
As Kayla and Meghan watched the four men split up and move around the club, a nasty shiver ran down Kayla’s spine. First Chloe’s ex-boyfriend and now these men. What good were all those floodlights they were installing in the woods, a fence around the entire perimeter, and a very expensive security system, if anyone could walk in here during business hours?
Sure, they had a club to run, but how protected were they really?
Chapter Fourteen
Mastema was busy in the sound booth with Jinn, where they were still tweaking repairs on the speakers. As they worked between sets, Jinn pointed toward one of the security cameras. “Do you know who those men are?”
In addition to serving as their sound engineer, Jinn now helped Apollyon keep an eye on the security cameras while the club was open. Apollyon had gone out to use the bathroom, and to bring back drinks for himself, Jinn, and Mastema.
“No, but why are they dressed in cuts with no patches?” Mastema pointed toward the one closest to the camera. “Can you zoom in on the back of his for a second?”
Jinn increased the zoom and played with the resolution until it became obvious to both men that a large patch had once been sewn into the leather, but had been removed. “Now who do you suppose would remove the patch from a cut, but still swagger around dressed like an MC member?”
“Son of a bitch,” said Mastema. They all knew the Outlaw Dogs MC logo, and that was a dead match for it. “You okay in here until Apollyon gets back? I’ve got to find the others.”
“Go. I’m fine.”
As Mastema bounded down the stairs leading to the main floor, he spotted Vassago and Phenex. They waved him over. The other officers were already gathered in the back hallway, just outside the club.
“Who’s on the door tonight?” asked Mastema. “How the hell did they get in here?”
“There are four of them,” said Rahab. “They came in one at a time, but neither Paul nor Hank recognized them.” Rahab handed each officer a sheet of paper. “These are the names they used. Each one had ID, but it’s probably fake. Donny’s men are running the names for us now.”
Mastema scanned the names, but didn’t recognize any of them. “What’s the plan?”
“For now, we watch them. Four of us will tail them, me and Vassago will watch the door to make sure no one else gets in looking like them. Once Donny’s men run the names, they’ll alternate with us so two men are on each of these four at various times.”
“Why the fuck don’t we just kick them out?” asked Mastema.
“Because right now,” said Gorgon, “they’re nothing more than paying customers until they give us a reason not to be.”
“How fucking stupid do you have to be to dress like that and come in here?” asked Tannin. “As if we wouldn’t eventually notice their missing patches match the outline of the Outlaw Dogs MC logo perfectly.”
“If they’re here to cause trouble, we’ll know it soon enough.”
A shiver ran down Mastema’s spine. Kayla was probably down here by now. Where was she?
“Let’s decide who follows who for now,” said Tannin. They split up the men and Mastema trailed the one assigned to him, but glanced around looking for Kayla as well. Finally, he spotted her, talking to Meghan behind the bar. That was good. She’d be safe there.
About twenty minutes went by with the man Mastema followed doing nothing except nursing a beer and leaning against a table, watching the second set of dancers. If he spotted Mastema, he gave no indication of it. There was a hardness to his demeanor that Mastema found unsettling.
Once Dominic joined him, Mastema asked if running down the names had led to anything useful.
“Only that they’re all fake names. But Gene and I don’t recognize any of them, so we’ll have to resort to other measures to figure out their real names.”
“Could they be working for Vito?”
“Possibly, but considering he doesn’t want di Stefano around to deal with anymore than Donny does, I don’t know why he’d pull a fucking bone-headed move like this. He knows the set-up here by now. He knows Donny left me and Gene here.”
“Any theories on why they’re in here wearing cuts with the patches taken off?”
Dominic shrugged. “Maybe they killed the prior owners?”
All of Donny’s associates Mastema had met sported that same blasé attitude. It unnerved him at times. Mastema was about to ask Dominic another question when a commotion at the far end of the bar drew his attention. He and Dominic exchanged a glance, and abandoned the man they’d been watching to sprint toward the bar.
Two of the men they’d all been following stood next to empty stools, shouting at Meghan and Kayla. What the hell? Mastema had to push customers out of the way to get through. The men were flanked by Tannin, Phenex, Gene, and Rahab, all shouting as well.
When Gorgon and Vassago showed up, Gorgon whistled loudly, but the chaos didn’t die down. He then signaled to Tannin, and the two began to try to ease the customers away from the commotion. When Rahab joined their efforts, Mastema sprinted around to the other side of the bar and went behind it. He pulled Kayla away from the edge.
“What’s going on?”
“The tall one with the orange t-shirt under his cut ordered a drink and Meghan gave it to him, but he said she made it wrong. She offered to make it again, but he just kept yelling at her, calling her names. Then the other man chimed in. Tannin and Phenex came over first, and have been trying to calm them down ever since.”
Son of a bitch. He knew they should have escorted these assholes out the second they spotted them. The man Kayla had pointed to narrowed his eyes as he watched Mastema. Before Mastema had time to react, the man leaped over the bar and tried to grab Kayla. A woman yelled. Gene was over the bar next. Mastema pushed Kayla out of the way and stood in front of her, but the man lunged for her a second time.
As Gene grabbed the guy from behind, Kayla moved in front of Mastema and punched the man in the gut. Mastema landed his own punch in the man’s back, right over a kidney, but he still didn’t go down. Not until Gene pulled out a pistol and knocked him over the head with it.
Mastema realized who had yelled when he saw Phenex and Vassago pulling the second man off Meghan. Phenex kicked the man in the face, and he went down like a rag doll.
“Get the other two before they leave!” shouted Mastema, pointing toward the door.
Gorgon, Dominic, Rahab, and Tannin took off running. Mastema nodded toward Gene. “They’re both out.”
Gene leaped over the bar, followed by Vassago. Phenex pulled Meghan into his arms and held her. She was still swearing like a sailor, and there was a nasty bruise on her face. Mastema walked over to Kayla, who stood over the man she’d punched. She rubbed her hand, and he pulled her close. “Are you okay?”
“What the fuck is wrong with them? All she did was make him a damn drink.”
“I
know.” He touched her hand. “Is it broken?”
“I don’t know. Hope not. It hurts like a bear.”
“That was one hell of a punch you gave him.”
“Fucker.” Her voice shook, and her skin was too pale.
“It’s over now.” Liar. It would never be over. Not until they’d killed every fucking one of Mad Dog’s followers, or Vito’s goons, or whoever the fuck these men really were.
“We should get them both upstairs,” said Phenex.
Mastema nodded. “Yeah. Come on. There are plenty of others to tend bar tonight.”
“I’m all right,” said Meghan. “It’s busy. I’m needed here.”
Phenex whispered something in her ear, and she nodded, wincing as he touched the bruise on her face.
“Will you take them up?” Phenex asked Mastema.
“Sure. Come on, ladies.”
On the way past the kitchen, he grabbed the first aid kit. Once they were in Meghan’s room, Mastema watched in astonishment as Kayla gently cleaned dirt off the bruise, and dabbed disinfectant on it. Add another hidden talent to her repertoire.
“What happened to your hand?” asked Meghan.
“She punched one of them. Right in the gut.”
Meghan raised her brows. “You did?”
“Yeah. Assholes.”
“Are you sure your hand isn’t broken?” asked Mastema. He held it and gently moved her fingers. “Does any of this hurt?”
“No. It’s fine. Honest.”
“Are you both all right if I get back downstairs then?”
“Yes,” said Meghan. “They need you.”
Mastema gave Kayla a long glance. “I’ll come back up as soon as I can.”
“Don’t worry about us. Go on. Make sure everything is all right down there.”
He hated leaving her, but they had a bar full of customers, dancers to protect, and two more men to find and subdue until they could figure out what the fuck was going on.
When he returned downstairs, Tannin and Rai were managing the crowd, walking among them, making sure no one had been harmed, and ensuring everyone had a drink. There were plenty of people behind the bar to serve drinks, but no dancers on stage yet. He went into the sound booth, where Jinn and Apollyon told him that Donny’s men had the other two intruders, and had taken all four men to the office Donny used.