After making the official introductions, we all take a few more shots and then decide on where to go next.
“Let’s go bust up some parties!” someone says.
“No, I want to go to another bar!”
“Let’s go to a strip club!” another person cheered.
That perks up my attention. I am all for a strip club, and I have one specific club in mind. It helps that my current roommate and obsession is half owner of one. So what if my brother was the other owner? With Jacks being the night manager, I knew I wouldn’t run into Malcolm and get the whole big brother treatment. Even though I am still upset with Jacks, I want to go out and not think about the crappy shit that was said the other night.
Hmmm. I wonder what kind of treatment I’ll get from Jacks. Will he be pissed off at me for showing up or will he continue to ignore me and keep his distance?
“Cam? Cam?” All eyes are on me.
“Yes?” My eyes focus on their faces staring back.
“What’s your vote?” Sam asks.
“Strip club. And I know just the one,” I say with a devious smile.
Less than an hour later, we’re walking across the threshold of The Essentials. Tonight, is a co-ed night and my favorite bartender is working behind the bar.
Janae was in my brother’s wedding as she has become a good friend of Beck’s and she was aces to hit the dance floor with. We tossed back a bunch of shots and danced around the entire wedding like two rotten dills without a care in the world. She even became my wingman when it came to getting Jacks to start drinking with us.
I stroll right up and lean on the bar, waiting on Janae to notice me.
“What’s it take to get a decent drink in this horrible town?” I sigh when her eyes meet mine and wiggle my eyebrows at her jokingly.
She leans forward, mischief in her smile. “What do we have here?”
“Oh, we’re just looking for some fun.” I smile while looking around. “And some skin.”
“You’re lucky your brother isn't here with you looking like that. How drunk are you already?” She wipes down the spot on the bar in front of me.
I look down at myself and don't think I look trashy wearing a black tank top and skinny jeans.
“A few shots in, I’m cool.” I shrug. “Can we get a round of drinks?”
Everyone makes their orders and we each pay for them. Janae’s gaze keeps falling over to me as if she’s dying to burst out with laughter.
I smile with a wave as we retreat to one of the long tables towards the back of the room. The next show starts in thirty minutes, so we have plenty of time to get situated.
I’m sitting in the middle of the group along one side of the table, when I feel like someone is standing behind me. The girls sitting opposite of me are stunned silent and looking over my shoulder. Sam elbows me and I turn.
Jacks is standing behind me, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his black, button-up shirt. His sleeves are rolled to just below his elbow and his forearm veins are looking magnificent.
Yum, vein porn. I lick my lips while staring at his forearms.
He clears his throat and my eyes meet his.
“You gonna introduce us to your friend, Cam?” one of the girls asks. Her tone is slurred and sultry as she follows her question with a giggle.
“Cam. A moment please? In private?” he grunts out.
I say nothing, nod, and stand from my seat.
He steers me towards the edge of the room, a spot that’s dark and deserted. A perfect spot for him to press me against the wall and make my body purr. I shake my head of the lustful, drunken thoughts.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, his hands staying clenched over his broad chest.
“Out with the girls. Why?”
“But why here?”
“Well, when they said that wanted to go to a strip club, yours was the first that came to mind. Isn’t it better that I came here instead of go to one where I didn’t know anyone?”
“That’s beside the point. You shouldn’t be coming to these places.” He shakes his head and runs his hand through his short hair.
“I don’t get why you’re treating me like a child. I’m an adult. I’m hanging with my friends, at a safe place. I don't know why you're mad.”
“I’m not meaning to treat you like a child, but this place isn’t safe. This place suggests sex.”
“So, it's okay for all your other patrons here, but it’s not okay for me to be here? What about for you?"
“I own the place,” he says.
“Jacks. I can take care of myself. So what if a guy or a girl puts their hands on me, or gives me a lap dance? Fuck, at least somebody would touch me,” I say, placing my hands on my hips.
“No one else will be touching you,” he growls.
“No one else? No one else? What the fuck are ‘ya saying? No one is currently! What’s the big deal?” I seethe. I lean forward with my arms straight at my sides, putting our faces inches apart.
His hands come to my hips and he backs me up against the wall. He closes the distance between us and runs his nose the length of my exposed neck.
“I’ve decided that no one but me will have their hands on you,” he breathes out before his tongue lashes out and sears my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
My breathing is heavy. “You’ve decided, huh? How can you even decide that when you've been avoiding me?”
I wasn’t expecting this. Sure, I thought the corner was ideal for a quick make-out at first when he brought me over here, but I didn’t take Jacks for a mind reader or think that he would act on any feelings he is holding back on.
He pulls back, his hands still on my hips, my back against the wall. His eyes are a storm of desire, his eyes are dilated, his skin is flushed, and his breaths are short.
“I’ll take you home after the show. You’re to stay put. You understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
And just like that, Jacks is gone. My body is vibrating from the roar of emotions and the ghosting of his mouth on my neck. My hand goes to where he licked and I smile. In a daze, I walk back to the group.
“So, who was the hunk? He’s got the same faint accent you do. Brother? Or is there some Australian bunch you need to introduce us to? Man, there must be some damn good water over there.”
“That’s Jacks. He and my brother, they own this place,” I say, my voice weak and breathy.
“I would love for him to take me into that dark corner and do whatever he did to make you all jumbley.” Sam laughs.
“Jumbley?” I ask, my eyebrows shooting up in question.
“Yeah, you’re not together, as if he jumbled your insides.”
It’s not long before the show starts. The first routine is a co-ed routine, a couple dancing seductively with a makeshift bed in the background. They weave in and out of one another while removing their clothing. At the end of their performance, the woman was nearly naked, while the man was in a nude colored g-string, giving the impression of nudity. It was beautiful. After that, the performances alternated between just men and just women, getting more and more explicit as they went. Several women from the audience got taken up on stage for solo performances. I kept imagining it was me with Jacks over me.
An hour and half later, our group was rowdy and finishing off the last of our drinks when the lights glowed in the theater.
“Good call on this place, Cam. I’d heard of it but hadn’t had the nerve to come see any shows. Now, I want to be here every weekend! Hell, every night. That shit was straight up hot. Give that hot guy and your brother high fives,” Sam slurs.
“Where to next?” someone asks.
Several suggestions come up, but I pay no mind. Regardless of where they decide to go next, I am on strict orders to stay and wait for Jacks to take me home. Does that mean he’ll just drop me off and then come back here? Surely he has work to do. Usually he’s home a lot later.
The group smiles knowingly whe
n I tell them I’m staying. I try to push away thoughts of my earlier encounter with Jacks against the wall in the dark corner before the show. My stomach is doing somersaults and I can feel a tingling sensation between my legs.
I stroll over to the bar and perch on a bar stool in front of Janae with an exaggerated huff.
“Your friends ditch you?” she asks, filling up a glass with soda and handing it to me.
“Jacks wants me to stay, he’s driving me home.”
“Oh?” She tilts her head, interested in potential gossip.
“I’m staying in one of the rooms in his townhome.”
“Cool. I saw him come up to you guys. He looked pissed. What happened?”
“He didn’t like that I came into the club, he feels like has to protect me.”
“He stomped over there like a caveman, ready to club you and take you back to his cave. It was hardly a buddy’s little sister encounter.” She smiles.
“I’ve lived with him for a month and he’s been avoiding me like the plague. I would never be his cave woman.”
“Maybe he’s staying away from you because he wants you so bad?”
“Don’t start rumors, Janae.” I laugh.
“C’mon. I know you guys hooked up at the wedding. I saw you two leave the ballroom. You can’t tell me that none of that angst isn’t still lingering?” she inquires as she wraps the tops some of the bottles before shutting down the bar.
If she only knew.
Chapter Five
Jacks
I was watching one of the monitors in my office when the group of women came in, got drinks at the bar, and then sat down at one of the back tables. One woman in particular peaks my interest and sparks my fire. My hands curled into fists and I started sweating.
What is Cam doing here? I wonder while rolling up my sleeves.
I’m normally a calm guy, but as soon as I see her, my blood begins to boil, not in anger, but in lust. It’s not that I’m mad at her, I’m mad at myself, because I’m trying to not want her. But I can’t help it and that’s soon to change.
I look at the monitors again. She and her friends are laughing. My hand and my cock twitch simultaneously. To quell my thoughts, I take action; I approach her. I have to let her know her presence here won’t be ignored.
When she makes a comment about someone giving her a lap dance, I almost lose my mind. Actually, I lose control enough that I push her against the wall and taste her skin. I can’t help myself.
I feel the quickening of her heart and smell her arousal. I almost push my body against her so she can feel the effect she has on me. Despite all the bare flesh in this building, my hardness is just for her. Somehow, in that moment, I refrain from taking it farther.
Fuck.
I order all the evening’s dancers to steer clear of her and they oblige without any question. If she wants a fucking lap dance, then I’ll give her a fucking lap dance.
The drive home is silent. I take a few glances at her profile, and I can sense the nervousness radiating off of her. I finally break the silence as we approach my garage.
“Your car?” I question. She usually drives to work.
“Over there.” She points across the street. “I took an Uber to work because I knew I was going out after my shift.”
I nod, pleased that she thought ahead.
We vacate the car and walk into the house.
How do I play this?
Do we go our separate ways?
No. This is happening, no more ignoring what I want in worry of what her brother, my best mate will think. She’s right, she makes her decisions.
“I want you to go and sit in the living room. Not on the couch, but on one of the single chairs against the wall. Pull it to the middle of the room. Wait for me there and I’ll be right back,” I instruct.
She looks at in me in confusion, yet doesn’t say a word and turns on her heel and heads in the direction of the living room. I watch the sway of her hips as she walks away and smile.
I adjust my erection and head to my bedroom where I change out of my suit and into a pair of track pants and a thin t-shirt. I pull a tie from the tie rack in the closet and make my way back to where Cam is sitting. She’s done as I instructed, and I smile at her, grateful that she followed my directions regardless of her attitude or not knowing what is in store for her.
It pleases me.
I observe her from behind before getting close to her. She is sitting still in the chair and her breathing is deep. Her long blonde hair is swept to one side, showcasing the very neck I tasted earlier tonight. I lick my lips and fight the urge to run my tongue there again at this very moment.
I move around her with the tie dangling from my fingers. Her eyes assess me from head to toe and linger on my hand. Her mouth opens slightly at the sight.
“I’m done ignoring what I want to do with you,” I say quietly.
She opens her mouth to respond and I put my finger to her lips indicating I want silence.
I move behind her and blindfold her with the tie. Goosebumps rise on her skin at my light touch. When I’ve fastened the tie securely, I take a step back and admire the sight in front of me.
She’s beautiful.
Her chest rises and falls quickly as her breathing speeds up, her lips fall open, and goosebumps pop up across all her bare skin. I grab the remote to my sound system and select for Bluetooth to pick up a playlist on my phone. It’s the same playlist from practice with the guys. I select the song I hope will make her tremble.
She’s wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and a short pleated skirt that reaches her knees when standing, mid-thigh when sitting. I press play and JT’s song “Filthy” begins playing through the speakers. I take her hands from her lap, intertwine my fingers with hers, and move our hands to her knees to open her legs.
“Just feel me,” I whisper.
She sucks in breath at the contact.
I run my fingertips along every span of her skin. It’s summertime and she’s dressed for it, so that’s a lot of skin. After several minutes exploring her body with my hands, I trail both hands up her arms to her neck. My right hand cradles her head as I reach up and pull off the blindfold.
“Keep your eyes on mine,” I tell her as our eyes lock.
Following the beat of the music, I roll my body along her front. I place one of my knees in between her legs, and then I move out and run my palms across the top of her thighs and then inside her thighs, brushing my fingertips lightly against the edge of her knickers.
Her eyes are heated as she lets out a shaky breath. I pull my hand away and close her legs, before settling myself over her lap and grinding against her. I turn around and hover over her lap, then grab her hands and run them across my chest. After rotating again to face her, I place her hands on me. She runs her hands down my chest towards the bottom of the shirt I’m wearing.
“Take off my shirt.” I instruct her.
Grasping the hem, she slowly pulls it up while I gyrate my hips in a circle over her lap. Once the shirt is off, she drops it to the floor and I stand and turn, returning to her lap with my back against her front.
I pull her arms around me and run her hands over my abs and my pecs. Taking one of her hands, I pull it toward my strained cock. When I breach my waistband with her hand in mine, I feel her pull away slightly. I keep hold of her hand and shove it further into my pants. I’m wearing boxer briefs – hardly the g-string I used to do this in. She grips my cock with my hand still covering hers. Her breath hitches. I slowly thrust against her hand a few times and then pull her hand back out, dragging it across my stomach.
I turn to face her, stepping back and I catch her eyes, then drop to my knees and crawl the small distance to her. With my hands on her knees, I close her legs, lean up slightly and slowly roll back down then open her legs before I lean in and rub my face up her body from her pussy to her breasts, keeping my hands on her shoulders. I push back, turn around, and somersault, landing with my pelvis in her l
ap. Then I thrust a few times, rub my cock against her, and flip back over.
I spin on my knees and face her. I reach for her chair and drag it across the space to me and pull myself up, then reach down and pull her to a standing position.
She lets me maneuver her body with ease. I place her arms around my back, then move her hands to my ass. I flex my glutes and roll my hips into hers, not giving a shit if she feels how hard I am for her. Then, finally, when I can’t restrain myself any longer, my hands go to her face and I kiss her. The kiss is tentative at first, to make sure it’s wanted. When her hands leave my ass and run along my sides and she opens her mouth to me, I dive in.
The kiss is wild and ravenous. Our hands are everywhere and we both moan as I shuffle her back towards the couch. I sit down and she straddles me, which lands her directly over my straining cock.
Fuck. I can feel her heat. Thank god for skirts, I think to myself, as my hands grip her hips and drag her body against me roughly. She throws her head back as her covered pussy makes contact with the steel inside my pants.
“No one gives you lap dances. No one but me,” I grit out.
My balls are aching for release. I’ve had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that I’m doing everything I can not to pin her down and root her. For weeks I’ve forced myself to not give in to my attraction to Cameron. But tonight, I’m done resisting. I’m not sure if it was the thought of someone else touching her, grinding against her, but I know I need to let go of my bullshit fear. If the pull between Cam and me is this strong, Mal will have to approve. We’re all adults, so I say fuck all and let’s get on with it.
She nods her head, her eyes meeting mine, and leans in to kiss me again. I growl out of instinct and grab onto her to lift her up as I stand. She wraps her legs around me as I move through the house, down the hallway and towards my bedroom.
She feels lovely underneath me, I think to myself as I claim her lips and push my tongue in to dance with hers. Her breathing is erratic and suddenly my mind catches up with my body and I pull myself off of her.
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