“Thank you, but I can’t.” I offer him a smile in the mirror, before concentrating back on his hair. “I have plans for tonight.”
He looks a little confused at me turning him down. I have a feeling hot MMA fighters don’t get turned down very often. Especially ones as well known and popular as himself.
“Maybe you can change them.” He reaches out and grips my thigh, when I walk around to get the front of his hair. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
His rough grip, causes a small surge of excitement to rush through me, but nothing compared to Stone’s touch. Knight might be sexy, strong and highly desired with his fangirls, but he’s not getting lucky with me.
Grabbing his hand, I push it away. “No, I’m good.”
I let out a small yelp, surprised when he reaches out and grips my ass with both hands, pulling me between his legs in the chair. “Come on, Girl. I saw the way you were checking me out that night. I’m offering you a night out with me. You might not get this opportunity again.”
Smiling, I lean in to whisper in his ear. “I don’t know. I need to test something out first.” Gripping his package, I squeeze as hard as I can and twist, causing him to cuss and grip the chair. “You can’t handle a woman like me. Now keep your hands to yourself for the rest of your cut or I’ll rip it off next time. Got it?”
When I let go, he looks me up and down, smiling as if I’ve only just turned him on more.
“Oh fuck.” He throws his hands up. “You’re tougher than some of the guys I fight. That’s so hot.”
Pulling at his head, I hold him still so I can get his fucking hair cut and kick him out of here, before I lose it.
“You’re really just not used to being told no, are you?” I ask stiffly.
He smiles up at me in the mirror. “Fuck no. You’re the first. Most girls love being handled by me. It comes with being a fighter I suppose. You’re different.”
“I’m not that easy, playboy and I’m definitely not one of your fighter groupies.”
He bites his bottom lip and silently watches me the whole time I’m cutting his hair.
Standing up, he follows me over to the counter to pay for his cut. “Hopefully I’ll see you around.” He winks at me and then walks out the door.
When I turn around, both Aspen and Onyx are looking at me.
“I was so close to sticking my heel in that asshole’s neck. He’s lucky you handled him and not me.”
I definitely agree there. Onyx is one crazy bitch when it comes to protecting her friends and family. Mess with her and there’s a high possibility you could end up with a shoe sticking out of your neck. Just as she said.
“I almost kicked his ass out,” Aspen joins in, “But I know how you are about not letting some asshole feel like you’re weak. So I left it up to you to handle first. He won’t be allowed back in though. Fuck that. He’s done.”
I shake my head in disbelief that he even showed up here in the first place. “I’m sure he won’t be coming back anyway. He’s got plenty of other girls that are too willing to jump into bed with an asshole like him.”
When I make it back over to my station to clean, I notice a crisp, black business card with his info, laying in the seat.
“Wow. Seriously.” I rip the card up and toss it into the trash.
“Some men,” Onyx mumbles. “They’re fucking idiots when it comes to women. Not Stone though.”
“I agree,” Aspen jumps in, smiling at me. “How’s that going, by the way? Slade said you and Stone have been keeping the whole neighborhood up at night.”
“What the fuck!” Onyx yells. “You guys are back to fucking and I didn’t even know? Wild sex too, apparently. Sounds fun.”
“Slade has a big mouth and apparently, so does Stone. I don’t know what to do with these fucking men.”
“Love them,” Onyx says. “It’s all we can do. They’re a fucking handful, but they’re beautiful as sin and know how to keep us satisfied.”
Just then my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to see three texts from Stone.
Stone: I had to hunt Styx down for this ;)
Stone: [ass pic]
Stone: Styx’s phone is broken. The fucker was going to send you a dick pic.
I agree. Stone is definitely beautiful as sin and a master at pleasing me. Too good, actually. And he knows damn well too. Damn him and that sexy ass of his . . .
Stone
I TAKE A SHOWER AT the club and head straight for Fortunes, knowing that Sara and Sage are already there, waiting on me to show up.
Styx has one more private dance before he can get away from W.O.S so I told him to just meet us after he cleans up.
The last thing I wanted to do was waste time waiting on that fucker, just so I’d get stuck seeing his ass run around the locker room naked like usual.
I’ve seen enough of that asshole’s dick to last me a lifetime.
Plus, Sage messaged me about thirty minutes ago, letting me know they showed up early. My plan was to go home first, but there’s no way I’m leaving the ladies there alone for longer than I have to, so I’m pulling into the parking lot now.
Jumping out of my jeep, I smooth out my black V-neck and adjust my dick in my jeans the best I can so that it’s not the first thing every woman notices when I walk by.
Apparently, I’ve already used all of my extra boxer briefs that I had stored in my locker and there was no fucking way I was throwing my sweaty ones back on after I showered.
I’m going commando.
When I walk through the door, the waitress walking by flashes me a huge smile after looking up from my crotch.
So much for the big guy not getting noticed . . .
Standing in the darkened room, I search for Sage and Sara to find them in the back corner, laughing about something.
Sara notices me first and starts waving me over, while listening to whatever it is that Sage is focused on at the moment.
Keeping my eyes on Sage, I make my way over, smiling as she finally looks up at me, looking happy to see me standing beside her.
“Someone’s looking mighty fine tonight. I’ve always thought black was your color.” She winks, but then her eyes widen as they lower down my body, landing on the bulge in my pants. “Seriously? You can see everything and I do mean everything. You’re not at the club, Stone.”
Shrugging, I grab the beer they have waiting for me and take a swig of it. “Didn’t have time to run home. Which might fucking suck since you look so damn hot right now. There’s no way I’m going to be able to keep my dick in control.”
Sara smiles and stands up to get a look of her own. “Damn, Stone. You’re really not leaving much for the imagination. I love it.”
“That’s because you’re dirty minded as fuck,” I point out with a grin.
“True. What can I say. I’ve been working with you boys for too long.”
Sage laughs against her drink. “Where’s Styx?”
“Finishing up a private dance. He’ll be here soon.”
“Hopefully with underwear,” she teases. “Not sure we can keep the waitresses away with you both going commando.” She looks down at my jeans again, as if she can’t help but to look. She bites her bottom lip and reaches for her drink again. “I need to thank him for that photo you sent me earlier.”
“What photo?” Sara perks up. “Are you guys getting freaky and I don’t know about it?” She holds her hand out. “Gimmie.”
“You would ask too.” Sage pulls out her phone with a laugh and holds it out for Sara to look.
“Very nice ass.” Sara whistles. “Zoom in a bit. I’ve seen it at the club, but not up this close. Dayum.”
“Hey, I made Styx look at it. Might as well let Sara see my magnificent ass too. Zoom that shit in.”
“Dude, not with your fucking ass again.” Styx pulls up a seat, squeezing his way in between the girls. “You ladies are looking fucking hot tonight.”
“I thought you had a private dance?” I ask
while watching him place his arms around the girls as if his ass thinks he’s taking one of them home tonight.
Fuck that. There’s no way Sage is going anywhere near his place.
“She was a fast one. Took one look at my hard dick and came.” He lifts a brow with a cocky ass grin.
“It must’ve been the first dick she’s seen.”
Grabbing the bottom of Sage’s chair, I pull her over to me and away from Styx, before he can even think for one second that he has a chance.
Styx flashes me the middle finger and waves the waitress over to order the whole table a round of drinks. “What can I say . . . Sage can see for herself.”
He winks as Sage’s phone goes off on the table. Before I can snatch it up, Sara has it in her hand with her mouth hanging open.
“Holy fuck, you’re hung, Styx. Damn, your dick is perfect. Look, Sage.”
“Seriously, Fucker. I thought your phone was broken.” I shrug as he holds his phone out for Sage to see. “That’s the closest your dick’s getting to her face so enjoy, Asshole.”
Sage’s eyes widen a bit as she gives Sara a nod of agreement. “Not bad, Styx. Definitely not bad.”
“Damn straight. My dick is sexy as fuck.”
After a few rounds of drinks, everyone’s laughing and having a good time, but all I can think about is how hot it would be to have Sage’s hand around my cock right now.
She’s been trying to play if off, but every once in a while, I catch her looking down at it and biting her bottom lip.
I lean into her ear and grab her hand. “You can touch it,” I whisper. “You can do anything you want to me.”
Pulling her chair even closer, I place her hand on my lap and let her do the rest.
Responding to something that Sara asked her, she smoothly glides her hand over my thigh, rubbing her hand over the shape of my dick.
It instantly gets hard under her touch, causing her to grip it, hard and smile in satisfaction.
Sara doesn’t seem to notice anything going on under the table, but Styx’s eyes seem to keep lowering as if he knows that Sage is playing with my cock.
“Are you playing with Stone’s dick under the table?” He smirks and places Sara’s hand on his thigh. “That’s not fair if I’m not getting the same treatment from Sara over here.”
Sara punches his arm and laughs. “Not tonight, nipples. I have a date later. Wouldn’t want to be thinking about you and your sexy dick if I end up getting laid.”
“Why not?” Styx questions, while scooting closer to her to give her easy access. “It might help you get off harder.”
Sage runs her thumb over the head of my dick, before pulling her hand away and reaching for her drink. “Yeah, well Sara’s date is actually pretty hot. She showed me a picture.”
Styx lets out a huff. “I doubt that fucker’s hotter than I am.”
Sara pushes her chair away from his and rests her legs in his lap. “Give me a leg rub and I’ll think about taking you home one of these nights.”
He smiles and grabs her legs, pushing them down so she can feel the bulge in his pants. Then he begins moving his hips. “How’s this? All I have to use is my dick.”
Sara shrugs and grabs her drink. “I’ll take it. Something as sexy as that has to be talented.”
Ignoring those two goofing off, I place my hand at the back of Sage’s neck and pull her in for a kiss, while placing her hand back on my dick.
Other guys keep looking her way, checking her out, but there’s no way in hell I’ll be letting any of them get close to her.
This is me letting them know who she belongs with. The only place she’ll be going tonight, is home, to our place.
Her kiss is soft, her mouth instantly parting for me to slip my tongue inside and capture hers.
Kissing her harder, my hand tangles into the back of her hair, wanting to get as close to her as I can right now.
I’m trying really hard to not get carried away, but I can’t help it when it comes to Sage.
I’m just about to pull her into my lap, when both Styx and Sara begin whistling really loud and trying to get our attention.
“Hello! This nice waitress here is trying to offer us shots,” Sara says while sliding two shots across the table to us. “And you two are over there practically about to have sex. Break it up.”
Pulling away from me, Sage reaches for the shot in front of her and slides mine closer to me, while wiping her finger over her lips to wipe her smeared lip gloss off.
Thanking the waitress, I pull out some cash and place it on her tray, before we all slam our shots back and fall into conversation.
I catch Sage’s eyes keep going over to a certain part of the room, so I follow them to see what she’s now looking at.
Fucking Knight Stevens.
Watching her, I can’t help but to notice her looking uncomfortable all of a sudden. It’s almost as if she wants to get out of here.
“What’s wrong?” I question, while gripping her thigh. “Did that asshole do something to you?”
“Doesn’t matter.” Looking flustered, she takes another sip of her drink and focuses on looking anywhere but at him. “I took care of it.”
Feeling my blood boil in anger, I quickly finish my beer off, before slamming it down on the table.
That gets Knight’s attention, causing him to smirk my way from his spot up at the bar now.
“That fucker’s dead.”
Before Sage can say anything to stop me, I’m walking across the room to where Knight is standing at the bar.
One of his friends try to stand in my way, but I shove him into a table, letting the fucker know I’m not playing. He throws his arms up and gets out of my way.
“You fuck with my girl?”
Knight laughs, clearly drunk this time and not thinking straight. A male stripper kicking his ass will be bad as shit for his reputation. “I think she liked it. She did grab my dick afterward.”
Stepping in front of Knight, I swing my elbow out hard, connecting it with his jaw. Then I grab the back of his head, slamming it into the side of the bar.
I rotate my shoulders in anger as I look down at him, waiting for him to get up. “Get up, you piece of shit.”
Standing up, he looks down at the blood on his shirt, before wiping his thumb under his nose. “You really want to do this? You do know I could probably kill your ass, right? Or are you going to hip thrust my ass like the male fucking entertainer that you claim to be.”
“Fuck you.”
He swings out, his fist connecting it with my nose.
I wipe my nose off and tilt my head, tensing my jaw at him. Seeing red, I swing my right fist, connecting it with the fucker’s jaw.
He stumbles back, but quickly regains his balance, slamming me into a nearby table, knocking all of the drinks over.
My back gets wet, but that’s the last thing on my mind. This asshole did something to Sage and I’m not letting that shit ride.
I let him get his punch in a few times, before I take control, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him down to the ground.
My fists continue to swing, connecting with his face, until I’m being dragged away from the fight by someone.
It’s Styx, who punches some asshole in the side of the head, that tries to push him out of the way.
“What the fuck?” he growls at me, when he releases me. “You could’ve warned me first.”
By the time I look behind me, Knight is back to his feet, pushing and yelling at his guys that are trying to help him.
“Leave me the fuck alone!” He fixes his shirt and punches the table, pissed off that I had to be pulled from him.
“Yeah, well it couldn’t wait.” I make my way back over to Sage who is looking completely shocked at what I just did. I toss some money on the table, before grabbing her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
Styx places his hand on Sara’s back and follows us outside to the parking lot.
Sage is the first to spea
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“I can’t believe that just happened. I didn’t want you to get into a fight for me, Stone.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I say stiffly. “No one fucks with you. You couldn’t have stopped me if you tried.”
Sara looks down at her watch and cusses. “I’m sorry, but my date starts soon. I need to go, but you will be explaining this shit to me later.” She turns to Styx who is still fuming. “Are you good to drop me off? I don’t think I should drive.”
If anyone can handle their liquor; it’s Styx. I’m not sure if the dude ever actually gets drunk. He cuts himself off at a buzz when he knows other people will be drinking.
“Yeah, I’ll drop you off.” He turns to me. “I’m stopping by later so we can talk about what just happened. Something set you off and I don’t like that shit.”
Nodding my head, I turn away, placing my hands against the building and taking a deep breath to compose myself.
Sage says her goodbyes to Sara and Styx, before calling for a taxi.
She slides her way in between me and the building, grabbing my face and gently kissing me on the lips. “I don’t like you fighting, but the fact that you did it because you care means a lot.”
“I’ll never let anyone hurt you, Sage,” I say with honesty. “I want you to tell me if anyone ever does. Not knowing what he did to you made me see red.”
Sliding my hands down from the building, I cup her face. “What did he do?”
She grabs my arms and looks up at me. “He came into the salon and tried picking me up. He grabbed my ass and I about ripped his dick off. He got the picture. At least I hoped.”
The thought of him grabbing her ass, causes more anger to flood through me, but I fight it off, knowing that it will lead me back into the bar, swinging.
“Well he definitely got it now,” I growl out. I look over my shoulder when I hear a car pull up. “The taxi’s here.” I kiss her on the forehead. “Let’s get you home.”
This asshole is lucky Styx was there to pull me off. Next time he won’t be so lucky . . .
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