The Scheme

by Dakota Black

  “That’s it. I want you to come, baby.” His whisper hoarse, he nibbled her neck, licking up to her mouth.

  Inhaling deeply, she kept her eyes pinned on his as the climax raced through her system. God, she wanted to hold it back, to continue the delicious act, but as he pressed her back into an arch, changing the angle until he hit that wondrous ‘G’ spot, there was no holding back.

  “That’s it, come on my cock.” Mick fucked her harder and faster as the sweat trickled down his face, falling onto her breasts.

  As the salty drops mixed with hers, sliding down her heated skin, she panted and struggled to grip onto anything. “Oh… oh!” Her pussy muscles clenched as the climax raced from her toes and in a sudden blinding flash of light, Nicky tipped her head back, a single scream erupting from her mouth. “Ah!” The sensation of utter bliss was the most delicious feeling she’d ever had.

  Mick emitted a low rumble and gripped her tightly as he pitched her against the back wall, driving into her until he roared. “I. Can’t. Hold. Back.”

  Unable to hear anything but the sounds of their hearts thumping, Nicky opened and closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath.

  They held each other for several minutes, breathing raggedly as they clung to each other.

  “You’re amazing.” Mick kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining. Caressing her back, he dragged the tips of his fingers up and down her spine. When he broke the kiss, he gently pushed her legs to the floor and palmed the wall with both hands, his eyes twinkling.

  “What?” Nicky panted.

  He tipped his head back and laughed. “You’re very bad.”

  “Who me?”

  “You bet. Tell me, beautiful woman, why exactly did you seduce me?”

  Dear Lord, the man had always been able to see through her. “What do you mean? This was just about passion. Desire.” How the hell was she supposed to tell him the truth?

  “Just about. Uh-huh. Hmm, you better tell me or I'll turn you over my knee and spank that pretty ass of yours.”

  “What?” Nicky couldn’t have heard him correctly.

  “I’m serious.”

  “No you wouldn’t.” Taunting him, she purred and blew him a kiss.

  “Oh no?” Jerking her arm, Mick plopped down on top of a box and yanked her over his lap.

  Crack! Pop!

  Nicky squealed, more from the shock than pain, but as he planted a series of hard spanks across her backside, she shivered from the realization she enjoyed his sinful actions.

  “You need to learn that teasing a man isn’t in your best interest.” His voice was gravelly.

  Pop! Whoosh! Crack!

  Holy Shit! No man had ever spanked her before. Wiggling, she was amazed how strong his hold was. She threw her hand back and when he grabbed her wrist, wrenching her arm she hissed. “Stop.”

  Crack!

  “No. You deserve a serious whipping for about a dozen reasons,” Mick replied.

  “I’m a good girl.”

  “Stop fighting me or I’ll continue until you can’t sit down for a week!”

  Crack! Smack!

  She believed every word he was saying. Tears slipped to her eyes as tension eased, yet her heart continued to race.

  “This is what you’ve needed all along. A strong man,” he stated, the tone commanding.

  Whap! Pop!

  Nicky wanted to disagree but he was right. She’d envisioned this very moment for months.

  “I’ll always give you what you need.” Mick rubbed the small of her back, caressing her skin.

  After he issued several additional hard smacks her ass was on fire, her heart racing. Breathing hard, she lay limp as he rubbed her ass cheeks, her pussy still trembling with desire.

  “You’re going to learn to listen to me or I’ll do this on a regular basis.”

  Nicky had no idea what to say. None. No man had ever floored her. A moment of raw anger rushed up from the depths of her being.

  He eased her body up, forcing her to sit on his lap as he grinned, and brushed the moist strands of hair from her face. “That’s better. Now we’re going to talk. Straight talk. No bullshit.”

  Before she realized what she was doing, she lashed out and slapped him hard across the face. “Shit.”

  Mick’s head snapped to the right and he snarled as he clenched his eyes shut. In a flash, he had both wrists in his hands, jerking her toward him. “You will never do that to me again, luv. Am I clear?”

  There was something about his voice, the authority in his tone that absolutely made her realize she wanted to obey him. The thought was daunting. “Yes.”

  “Yes? Not good enough.” Shifting her body, Mick grinned as he tugged her forward, issuing another hard smack.

  “Mick!”

  “What were you saying?”

  “Yes, sir.” She knew what he craved.

  “Good. Now tell me what you’re doing,” he stated as he eased her back down, giving her a stern look.

  Nibbling on her bottom lip, she wrinkled her nose and knew it was time to fess up. “Well, I heard about the male stripper night.”

  “Bloody hell, not you too! You did this to help the girls?”

  “I admit I wasn’t going to go this far, but yes.” Groaning, she could tell the wine made her feel particularly feisty.

  “I’ll be buggered. Damn, woman.” Narrowing his eyes, Mick grinned as he shook his head.

  “We all think the Rustler could use a little spark,” she cooed.

  “What am I going to do with you?”

  “I dunno…” Purposely letting her voice trail off, she brushed her lips across his cheek. Damn if she wasn’t hot and bothered all over again. When she heard Mick panting she knew she had him. Hook. Line. And sinker.

  “Okay, tell me what you want and perhaps we can come to an understanding as well as a payment plan.”

  Why were those little words sending bottle rockets shooting into her brain?

  Chapter 2

  “Should we go in after them?” Candy whispered, wiping her hands on her apron.

  Froggy sauntered toward the closed storeroom door and eyed the girls. “How long has it been?” His shit-eating grin grew wider as he glanced at his watch.

  “Stop it, bad boy,” Veronica chastised, shaking her head. “Besides, they both need this.”

  “You mean wild, wooly sex during the middle of a dinner rush?” Chuckling, he nodded toward the Flamingo Rustler’s chef, Lucifer, who hovered like a vulture.

  Lucifer tipped his head, glowering at the group as he strutted into the kitchen. “Children.”

  Bad boy chef. Mmm. Veronica laughed knowing the burly chef had to be in the middle of everything. Protective of the man cave named after him, he was going to have to be convinced that her naughty idea was a good one or he would drive away customers. “I think Candy Cane can take care of him, won’t ya sweet thing?”

  “Not unless I have to,” Candy remarked and slapped her friend on the back. “Did you hear the scream? That worries me a bit.”

  Veronica leaned forward, giving Candy a weighted look. “Nicky can take care of herself.” She hoped to God that the two had finally gotten it on. Experiencing an unbridled love affair was damn important for Nicky, especially after the horrible experience with the fucking jerk of an ex she had so many years ago. At least in her humble opinion. Closing her eyes, a flash of guilt rushed through her system. This will fix everything. Nodding, she knew the quickly put together plan was perfect. She could ease the guilt, give herself a reason to finally enjoy something highly kinky and push her two friends into a relationship. Yep, the plan was great. Then why did she have a terrible feeling that meddling was not a good idea?

  “It’s Mick I’m worried about,” Candy mused.

  “Hold your horses kids, the loving couple is on their way out.” Froggy folded his arms and then three-stepped back.

  The door opened slowly and Mick stepped through first.
Nicky’s flushed face delighted Veronica. She took a deep whiff and grinned. “Have fun?”

  “What are you guys waiting for, a raise?” Mick chuckled, the look on his face wanton.

  Nicky blushed, her lower lip quivering. “Hmm, I gather you want to know what happened but forget it. Period.”

  “Well, girl, we didn’t send you in there to fuck the guy, but…” Veronica purred. “You owe us.”

  Opening her mouth as if to retort, Nicky raised her eyebrow and exhaled slowly. “No details but he agreed. I’m an excellent negotiator.”

  “But with conditions,” Mick stated as he scanned the restaurant.

  “Conditions?” Froggy asked.

  “You have a bar full of customers so go do your job before I fire your lazy ass.” While Mick’s voice was stern, there was a sparkle in his eyes.

  “Geez, boss man.” Froggy threw up his hands and backed away.

  “You heard me, conditions. You want to play but this is my place and I’ve gotten into enough trouble with the county lately. Breathing down my damn neck about dancing of all things, it’s getting out of hand. I’m tired of the bullshit.”

  “You still messing with those guys?” Nicky asked. “I thought you had a deal with Chesterfield County.”

  Mick shrugged. “Yeah, well, the outer counties of Richmond have a set of ordinances regarding older buildings. Since I refurbished and didn’t rebuild, I have to follow that ridiculous bunch of shit. No dancing. No wild parties. No fun which equates into the loss of customers.”

  Nicky patted his arm and drew in a long breath as her eyes settled on Mick’s crotch. “I just might have connections that can help you.”

  Veronica nudged Candy and they both grinned.

  “What?” Nicky asked.

  “Nothing.” Veronica pursed her lips.

  “You're incorrigible.” Nicky pointed at her and shook her head.

  “But you love me. Now about those conditions.”

  Mick leaned over and kissed Nicky’s forehead. “You gonna tell them my sweet little seductress, or should I?”

  Nicky punched him, groaning before giving him a heated glare. “Fine, big man. We’re still working out some of the details, but the event can’t be a called a stripper night and Mick refuses for it to just be about guys showing their goods, if you know what I mean.”

  “Oh, we know.” Candy stepped forward, narrowing her eyes. “That was the whole point. Having a stripper night for only the hottest genre around. If you can draw in the gay community as well, then we’re set for business.”

  “Yeah, besides, girls love all guys who strip no matter who they hunger for.” Veronica grinned, giving them both a naughty girl look. She could tell by the overwhelming scent of sex that Nicky’s tease had gone to the extreme. Every part of her wanted to jump up and down like a little girl at the prospect of her favorite duo finally getting together. Their constant flirting and sexual overtures had moved into hyper drive. Fanning her face, she smiled. Her conscience was taking a little breath. Now to move the event forward.

  “No can do, princess.” Mick shook his head. “I can’t risk being shut down.”

  “Then what are we supposed to do for fun? You have to make this a bit different. Remember the last event and how much money we all made?” Candy darted her eyes back and forth across the group. “Come on, you guys aren’t that old. The jello fight?”

  “Oh shit, don’t remind me,” Nicky groaned.

  “Why, because you were the star attraction that night?” Candy cooed. “If I remember correctly you won the night, Nicky. You are one hell of a fighter.”

  “Didn’t Mick get a hell of lot of wonderful press too?” Veronica added. “Something he desperately needs again.”

  “Jello fighting was a rather tasty event now that I think about that night. Yes,” Mick said as he turned toward Nicky.

  “Don’t remind me of that night and the utter embarrassment. That woman ceases to exist. I have a job which requires total professionalism.” Laughing, Nicky shook her head back and forth.

  “Babysitting adults? I would kill your homeowners in a split second,” Mick chortled as he patted Nicky on the back.

  “As far as fun, I think Mick has a very good idea and one even you two sinful girls will enjoy,” Nicky said, giving him the evil eye.

  “Spill it,” Veronica said.

  Mick grinned from ear to ear. “Well, we’re going to call this shameless event Ride the Wild Pony.”

  Candy and Veronica looked at each other then back at the two. “Excuse me?” Candy asked.

  “As in the electric bull, or horse or whatever you want to call it? Girl, you got your wish.” Nicky chuckled.

  “I was kind of kidding. Hmm. Where do you think we are going to get one of those?” Veronica hadn’t seen an electric horse since the last time she had suffered through watching Urban Cowboy.

  “Yeah, I don’t think those exist any longer,” Candy added.

  Mick licked his lips and crooked his finger. “Ladies, follow me.”

  Veronica raised her eyebrow. “You are kidding me?”

  “I never kid about business,” Mick stated.

  “This I have to see,” Nicky added.

  “Ye of little faith. Come.” He led them through a door to the very back of the restaurant, flipping on lights along the way.

  “I’ve never been back in this dilapidated part of the restaurant.” Candy eyed the dingy area that was full of boxes and sniffed.

  “Not for public consumption, luv. This houses some of my granddaddy’s finest collections.” He pulled out a set of keys and stopped in front of a massive door. “When I inherited the place, three full months went by before I ventured back here and I just haven’t been able to clean the place out. You’ll be amazed at what my grandpappy collected.” Mick swung open the door and turned on the light just inside. “See for yourself.”

  As the girls sauntered inside, each one exclaimed. Veronica had to smile. ‘Wow.”

  “Holy shit! What was your grandfather into?” Candy asked.

  “This is an amazing collection, Mick. These items have to be worth a significant amount of money.” Nicky brushed her hand over a large painting of a Harley against the backdrop of a rich blue sky. “I love this.”

  “He collected things over the years when he went on his road trips with the Harley boys. That’s why I developed Lucifer’s Lair, to honor him. I kinda like keeping some of his stuff. Have no clue how he got all this shit here, but he was an interesting fellow.” Mick shook his head as he scanned the room.

  “Where’s this bull you’re talking about?” Veronica asked as she gazed around the perimeter. The gaudy art was certainly interesting and the statues were, well… sexual. Fighting a round of raucous laughter, she shook her head.

  “We’ll call the thing of beauty a pony.” Mick strode toward the back and pushed his way through several paintings. Grabbing the edge of a dusty, yellowed sheet, he yanked it off, pitching the worn linen to the floor. “Voila.”

  “Holy shit!” Veronica gasped. This was going to be one hell of a ride. “That is the real thing. Whew baby.”

  “Seems like you know your rough riders,” Nicky said as she gave her a look.

  Veronica shrugged as she ran her hand down the side of the horse, visions of one insane event floating in the back of her mind. “I may have tried one once when I was in Florida, but don’t tell on me. Does the beauty work?”

  “I guess we’ll find out.” Mick smiled. “So, are you ladies satisfied?”

  “Any more conditions?” Candy asked as she pressed her hand across the machine.

  “Well, only between my sweet little tasty treat and myself.” Mick turned his sultry gaze toward Nicky, licking his lips in appreciation.

  Nicky blushed a deep crimson. “I'm in some serious trouble.”

  Veronica resisted the urge to jump up and down. “Well then, I think Candy and I can come up with something, sexy man from down under. Your remaining job is to make s
ure this beast works. We’ll come up with the rest.”

  “Why do those little words trouble me so much?” Mick shook his head.

  “I think we can do something with this. I’ll work on some party favors and I think we should make this a real contest. Maybe we can even get the press involved like we did for the jello wrestling event.” Folding her arms, Candy nodded as her eyes twinkled.

  “As long as the county doesn’t hear about this scandalous event, you can do what you want,” Mick said defiantly.

  Candy winked at Nicky then turned to nod toward Veronica. “You heard the man in charge. We’re going to make this place one sizzling electronic bull, er horse riding event.”

  “When do you want to have the night of sin?” Mick asked.

  “How about one week from Saturday? Give you enough time to check under the hood?” Candy placed her hands on her hips, swaying back and forth as she grinned.

  “I may regret agreeing to this, but you’re on.” Mick sighed and took Nicky’s hand, rubbing his thumb across her palm. “Then again, I have some hefty bits of payment coming my way, so I think I might just enjoy this.”

  Veronica breezed into Lucifer’s Lair like she owned the joint. One of the few women allowed in the man cave, nestled in the back of The Flamingo Rustler, she nodded toward the brawny men. She smiled seeing how they were gripping their beers, eyeing her with a mixture of disdain and lust. Most of them were regulars and they knew she was off limits, but they still enjoyed what they called man candy. Eyeing her particular brand of yummy treats, she sauntered toward the two gorgeous men who were playing pool. “Hello, stud men.” She’d been with Travis and Jonathan for long enough they knew her antics and tolerated her outrageous flirting.

  Travis chuckled. “Stud men? Something on your mind?”

  “Can’t you tell by the mischievous look on her face that she has something up her sleeve?” Jonathan swatted her ass before taking a shot.

  “You mean other than the bet she has with us? How’s that going, sunshine?” Travis cooed. “Ready to concede yet?”