I try calling Jack, but again, there’s no answer. I leave another message telling him where I’m planning to go and that he should meet up with me there later on tonight. When I call Ella, Ryder picks up and tells me she’s sleeping. That’s strange. Apparently, she’s been really sick and hasn’t been out of bed all day. Now I feel like shit because here I thought my best friend forgot today is my birthday, when in reality, she’s been too sick to think about anything or anybody. I ask him if they need anything, but Ryder tells me to go and have fun, and he’ll tell her that I called.
Well, fuck it! I’m going to go out and enjoy my birthday. It’s not every day you turn twenty-five. I go to the bathroom, grab a quick shower and spend a little too much time primping myself so I can look extra sexy for tonight. I’m going to enjoy the shit out of this. My make-up’s applied heavily, my hair’s styled in big, loose curls, and I decide to wear the pink dress I bought earlier today. I pull on a pair of silver glitter stilettos that have heels that match the color of my dress. Scanning myself in the mirror, I add some silver chandelier earrings and bangles. I can’t help but notice I’m one hot bitch. Too bad Jack’s not here to enjoy it.
I try calling him before I leave, but it goes straight to voicemail. Again! He must be busy, I guess. I hope he doesn’t have to work too late tonight.
* * *
We get a taxi from our place to Climax, and when we arrive it looks pretty deserted, which is really odd. It’s usually busier this time of night. Oh well, this will be a good thing because we’ll be able to enjoy it much more without a bunch of dirty old men hanging around. And because the girls’ boss likes me so much, we’ll probably be able to use the VIP room for the night so that we won’t be bothered.
As soon as we walk through the doors, I can’t help but notice how quiet it is. There’s a low buzz of music playing, but not like it usually is when the dancers are performing. Speaking of which, I don’t see anyone dancing on stage and there’s no one around either; looks like we have the place to ourselves. Bonus!
Amber, Molly, and I walk to the bar on the bottom floor and order our drinks. They order some girly drinks, but not me. I love a cold beer. “Wow, this place is deserted tonight,” I say.
“Yeah, it is. That means we can use the VIP tonight! Yay!” Molly yells and starts toward the stairs with Amber and me following closely behind. As we are ascending the stairs I can’t help but notice the shitload of multi-colored balloons floating on the ceiling. What the hell?
“SURPRISE!” is yelled out by a group of people as soon as we reach the top of the landing. I’m so startled by it that I almost topple over, but a big hand snakes out and grabs my arm to steady me. I can’t move because I’m in complete and utter shock, as I wasn’t expecting anything like this tonight. No one’s ever done something like this for me, except my parents, and they’re nowhere to be seen.
“What the fuck?” I yell back in a shaky voice.
“Happy Birthday, beautiful. Did you really think I didn’t know?” Jack whispers in my ear. I turn to look at him and realize that this man will always be able to undo me. This beautiful, sexy, badass undercover cop did all this for me.
“I got all your messages, and I’m sorry I never called you back, but Ella and I wanted this to be a surprise. I know I would’ve spoiled it if I’d talked to you today. Nothing was going on at work, so I arranged to take the day off for your birthday and wanted to spend it with you, but I had to help get everything ready.”
“Ella’s here? I thought she was sick in bed.”
“Nope, Ryder just told you that to throw you off. The two of us spent all day setting this up for you.”
“Wow! Thank you. This is amazing,” I reply.
All of a sudden, Ella comes running over, throwing her arms around me in a big hug. She looks unbelievably amazing in her teal colored, strapless ruched dress. “I’m so sorry I never called you today. It almost killed me not to, but you know me and how I’m not good with surprises. I definitely would’ve let it slip.” She pulls back and looks at me, “Happy Birthday, Payton! I love you, babe!”
This brings tears to my eyes when I realize that I have some pretty amazing people in my life to do something like this for me. After Ella and I finish hugging, I turn around to thank and greet all the people that have started to mean so much to me since I moved here. Going down the list of the people that are here: Jack, Ella, Ryder, Sofie, Gia, Amber, Molly, Jack’s partner, Devon, and his current flavor of the month, Juan, and his wife, Bianca, Stone Ashford (Del Mar’s resident hottie doctor who is more Ella and Ryder’s friend than mine, but he’s still a pretty cool guy), and of course all my friends from Pulse and Climax (way too many people to list). Wow! Juan must have closed his club down for the night so everyone could be here for me. That’s freaking awesome! I’m thrilled to see Jack’s sisters here, too, but I’m not at all surprised that Izzy’s absent.
As my eyes continue scanning the room, I see some people I don’t recognize, but I figure that they’re probably guests of other people attending. That’s when my eyes fall on a guy that looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t quite place where I’ve met him before. God, I really hope I didn’t sleep with him. With Jack in the same room, can you say awkward?
His dark brown hair’s cropped short to his head and his arms are covered in tattoos. He obviously works out because he’s built like a brick shit house. This whole don’t-fuck-with-me look he’s got going on completely works for him. Even though he’s hot as fuck, he’s still got nothing on Jack De Luca.
“Umm, who the fuck is that?” I ask Ella, pointing to the sexy, tattooed man across the room.
“You don’t remember him, do you?” she asks back.
Fuck! That can’t be good. I must’ve slept with the guy. Well, shit! I don’t need this tonight.
“That’s Cade Foster,” she says, like I should know who he is. Duh! Well, obviously that’s Cade Foster, Ella. Who else would he be? Thanks for clearing it up for me.
“Who the fuck’s Cade Foster?”
“You might remember him as Jizz the Kid.” It all comes back to me with her answer. When I first came out here and met Ryder, he was the President of a local motorcycle club. Jizz was twenty years old at the time and was one of the club’s young prospects. He got his nickname from prematurely ejaculating as a stripper gave him a lap dance. The last couple of years have been extremely kind to him because I’m sure he wouldn’t have that problem now. He’s not a kid anymore; he’s pure macho male.
“No way in hell that’s Jizz,” I say, my eyes bugging out in disbelief. When I look at Ella, I see she’s nodding her head and smiling. “That guy’s buff and totally fucking hot. Jizz was not. He was skinny and kind of cute.”
“What can I say, he grew into his body and looks,” she murmurs, her smile turning devilish.
“Holy shit,” I mutter back to her. I raise my hand up, rubbing my mouth to make sure that I’m not drooling.
“Ryder told me he’s an underground fighter, and he’s really, really good. Undefeated good.”
“No shit,” I say.
“No shit,” she mirrors, giggling.
“And he doesn’t go by ‘Jizz the Kid’ anymore. His fighting name is Cade ‘Crazy as Fuck’ Foster,” she informs me.
“That’s hot,” I mutter, still staring at him.
“So hot,” Ella says, also gawking.
“Oh shit, he’s coming over here,” I whisper to Ella.
“Happy Birthday, babe,” he drawls, pulling me into a bear hug. Sweet mother of God, he’s fucking stacked.
“Umm. Thanks.” I can’t help myself. It’s like my hands are working independently from my body. My arms wrap around his back, my hands slide down landing on his toned ass, and I squeeze. Very fucking nice! I look over my shoulder when I hear a throat clear behind me. Oh yeah, Jack’s here, and he doesn’t look too happy right now.
“Hands. Off. Now!” he booms.
“Sorry, man,” Cade says, raising his hands in
the air in surrender and chuckling.
“I’m talking to Payton,” he growls.
Oh, yeah. My hands are still on Cade’s ass. I slowly and reluctantly remove them. Jack’s got nothing to worry about. Yeah, Cade’s got a tight ass, but the only ass that really does it for me belongs to my man.
“My bad, you big baby,” I say, giggling to Jack as I make my way back to him and wrap my arms around him and slide my hands down to grip his ass. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in tighter. He kisses me on the top of my head and then softly says, “Behave or I’m going to spank that pretty ass of yours.” If he said that to scare me, it backfired, because it totally just turned me on.
* * *
After about forty-five minutes of talking and drinking with everyone, I sneak into one of the private rooms. I dig my iPod out of my purse and connect it to the sound system. Selecting one of my favorite songs, I walk over to the small stage and wait for Ella to bring Jack back here to thank him for doing this for me.
When I hear the door open and close, automatically locking when it shuts, I hit play on the remote. “I Get Off” by Halestorm starts blaring through the speakers. Jack walks over and stands in front of the stage. I gesture to the chair I placed in front.
“Sit down, Jack,” I order. He complies immediately.
I seductively strut over to the pole and start my erotic strip tease for my man. My hands travel down my dress covered breasts, over my stomach and end at the center of my core. I push the sad excuse for panties aside and dip my fingers into my drenched sex, taking them back out, and sucking them into my mouth.
Grabbing the bottom hem of my dress, I start slowly hauling it inch by torturous inch up over my hips, my stomach, and my breasts. Then I turn around and pull it up and over the top of my head, slinging it to the side, leaving me standing there in only my black lace demi bra and a small black thong that’s just barely covering my pussy. Turning around, I stop dead in my dance and take in the sight of Jack leaning back in the chair with his faded blue jeans and blue boxer briefs down around his ankles. His cock is standing hard and tall, and his hand is slowly stroking. His eyes are blazing with fire and passion as I start my dance back to the pole, getting rid of my bra and thong leaving me only in my stilettos.
My hands grip the pole above my head and I feel the hot skin of my back pressing against the cool metal as I slowly and seductively drop my body to the floor. Once I’m in a squatting position with my knees together, I release the pole and skim my hands down my body to my knees where I push my legs open as wide as they can go. I keep my eyes locked on him as he jerks his magnificent cock while he’s watching me. My pussy clenches at the sight of it all. Bringing my hand to my breasts, I start playing with my nipples, pinching and rolling the buds wishing he were closing his mouth over the hard, tight peaks.
Snaking one hand down between my legs, I start the pleasurable torture of circling my clit with my fingers. Loving the wetness I feel between my legs, I can’t help but want to taste it again. I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck them clean. Then I slide my hand back down my torso and plunge two fingers inside. I hear Jack growling with his own pleasure, knowing he’s close. His focus is aimed between my thighs as I continue to drive my fingers in and out in a frantic pace.
“Get the fuck over here,” he growls, and my pussy spasms at the fierce tone of his voice. I get up and slowly strut my way over, standing in front of him in just my heels.
“On your knees,” he orders. I sink to my knees as he stands. My eyes lock onto his hand gripping his cock, stroking it hard, knowing he’s close to coming. He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Open those pouty lips. I’m going to come in your mouth. Then you’re going to come in mine.”
I open my mouth and wait as he growls out his release, and I drink in every last drop he has to offer. I look up at him and see the satisfaction and appreciation in his eyes that only I can give him.
“Fuck, you enjoy that baby?” My only response is a nod. “Now sit in the chair, I want a taste.”
“I’m going to come right now, if you don’t stop talking like that,” I inform him, just barely hanging on.
As soon as I sit down, he pushes the top of my body back into the chair and hooks me behind the knees to pull the lower half of my body to the edge. Putting a hand on each of my thighs, he pushes them back against my chest to the point it almost hurts.
Leaning back to gaze at me, he groans, “Fucking amazing.”
Then he’s ravishing my pussy, fucking me with his tongue and lapping up all my juices. It feels so fucking good that I just can’t hold on any longer. I explode, screaming his name along with some other obscenities, making it one of the best orgasms he’s ever given me, and he didn’t even fuck me. That shows just how amazing he is and how well he knows what he’s doing. He has unbelievable oral skills. Jack moves up my body and attacks my mouth. Loving the taste of myself on his lips I release a moan from the back of my throat. I’m so ready for him to fuck me.
“Get dressed. Someone’s going to come looking for us—and it’s your party—you need to be out there.”
“But I want the beast. NOW,” I pout.
“The what?” he asks amused.
“Umm … nothing,” I laugh.
“You call my dick the beast?” he asks, trying to keep from laughing.
“Sure do. It’s fucking huge. Your cock’s the best thing I ever came in contact with. It does things to me … things I love.”
“You sure know how to boost my ego. I’ll definitely be keeping you around.”
“Works for me,” I say, getting up and reluctantly putting my dress back on.
“Can’t wait to see what I’m getting for my birthday,” he says, tucking himself back in his pants. Then we head back out to rejoin the party.
* * *
The party’s progressing wonderfully. Everyone’s eating, drinking, dancing, and having an awesome time. I excuse myself to go the bathroom. When I come back out, I hear the song “Scream and Shout” by Will. I. Am and Britney Spears playing, and Ella’s the first person I see amongst the group of people on the dance floor. Looking at her having a blast, I get so excited that my best friend and boyfriend did all this for me that I need to hug her again. I run up to her and hop on her back. Yep, shouldn’t have done that. Won’t be doing it again.
The next thing I know, I’m flat on my back on the floor, and Ella’s on top of me screaming! “Holy shit! Are you okay?” she asks, but I’m too busy laughing to answer.
“What the fuck, Payton?” Ryder yells, running over to us, checking Ella out to make sure she’s okay. She’s fine because she’s laughing just as much as I am. “Jesus Payton, you’ve got to be careful. You could’ve hurt her,” he grumbles.
“Oh, hush it, grumpy, we’re only having a bit of fun,” I say.
Jack wraps his arms around me and asks, “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just didn’t expect her to fall back. I didn’t think I was that fat,” I drunkenly giggle some more.
“Payton!” I turn around to see who’s calling out my name.
“OH. MY. GOD!” I run over and wrap myself around my baby sister.
“Evan, what’re you doing here?” I slur a bit, rocking her back and forth with excitement. I love my little sister—I’d do anything for her.
“I wanted to surprise you. I called Ella and told her that I was planning on coming out here for your birthday with my new boyfriend. She told me about the party, and you know me, I always have to be fashionably late,” she exclaims.
“I’m so happy you’re here. God, I’ve missed you,” I say to her, tightening my hold. “Where’s your boyfriend? I didn’t even know you had one. Who is he?” I ask, excitedly. I hope he’s good to her.
“He’s dropping our stuff off at the hotel, and then he’ll be here. I can’t wait for you to meet him. Oh, you’ll love him, Payton; he’s hot, kind, and really sweet. He adores me, and he sure knows how to have a good time.”
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sp; “Don’t want to hear it! It’s one thing to hear about Ryder and Ella’s sexcapades, which in all honesty, I don’t mind hearing about because it’s Ryder. But I don’t think I can handle hearing about yours, baby girl. I’m glad, though, little sis; you deserve someone who’s good to you,” I say, letting her go.
Even though Evan’s twenty years old, she isn’t of legal age to drink. Since it’s a private party, I sneak her a few. What’s the worst that can happen? Jack can arrest me. Maybe that’s not a bad thing—I sure enjoyed his cuffs the last time. Evan, Ella, and I continue dancing to a few more songs, which makes me hot and thirsty. I yell over the music asking if anyone else wants a drink, but they’re all having too much fun dancing. I make my way over to the bar and lean against it when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I hear a whispered voice in my ear that I hoped I’d never hear again.
“Happy Birthday, Payton. Did you miss me?”
Fear runs through every inch of my body making me freeze in place. I don’t think I can stomach to turn around to face him.
“Payton,” I hear Evan call out to me, bringing me out of my temporary freeze. There’s no fucking way that he’s here, it must be my imagination. I quickly turn around, and there he is, standing with his fucking arm around my sister’s waist. He looks exactly like he did back in high school, only a little older.
Please, no. Please, God, no.
“Payton, I want you to meet my boyfriend,” Evan says sweetly. Then I lose it.
“Get the fuck away from her, you sick fucking prick,” I yell, lunging and knocking him down to the ground where I start hitting and screaming at him.
“Stop it, Payton. What’re you doing?” Evan shrieks.
Strong arms come around me, pulling me away from the bastard. I watch as Jack yanks him up off the floor, pinning him against the wall.
“Calm down, babe,” Ryder softly speaks into my ear. I stop struggling, but I can’t keep my eyes off of him.
“What’s going on?” Ella asks, confused. She looks over at Evan’s boyfriend, and I can see recognition flash across her face.
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