“I want more than that, actually. I also came in here to offer you a job at Club Endless Fantasy once it’s open.” Angelina tilted her head to the side. “Although your current attitude is making me question that.”
“So, you want me to go from being the sucker getting fucked with to fucking with other people? No thanks.” I held up my hand and shook my head. “I doubt I’ll even stay in Chicago once I sell this place. Maybe I’ll go somewhere that it isn’t so fucking cold all the time.”
“You were working on a business degree before you dropped out of college, right?” Angelina kept talking, despite my attempts to get her to leave.
Am I going to have to literally throw her out of this place? Too bad I can’t afford a bouncer.
“I was.” I looked down and sighed.
“You’ve managed to keep this place open. A run down dive bar in the South Side of Chicago? That’s admirable. When I open Club Endless Fantasy, it’s going to cater to a different crowd, but it’ll bring a lot of jobs to this neighborhood for people that want them. I’ll need security, bartenders, and a club manager. I think you’d be an excellent choice since you know this area so well.” Angelina reached for her gin and tonic. “I’m offering you a chance to make real money. I’ll even let you invest what you get from selling in this place in my club if you want, and within a few years, you’ll double your money.”
“Or the cops will shut you down. Whorehouses don’t last long around here.” I rolled my eyes and drummed the table with my fingers.
“Club Endless Fantasy isn’t going to be a cheap brothel. It will cater to people from all walks of life, and some of them will pay very well to find the person they’re meant to be with. If you’d just look at the data I put together…” Angelina put down her glass and reached for her tablet again.
“If you won’t leave, sit here as long as you want, but I’ve got work to do.” I stood up and walked back behind the bar.
I need to find a nice South Side girl to bury my dick in tonight so I can forget all about Gina.
After Angelina left, I told Amy that I might be selling the pub. She was a little upset to find out she could lose her job, but understood where I was coming from. She saw the writing on the wall just like I did. Gentrification was going to put us out of business eventually. We still drew a nice crowd, but it was nothing like it used to be. The harder real estate development companies like Viking Developments pushed into the South Side, the less customers I had. Occasionally I got a hipster that wandered in, but they usually didn’t stay long. Real South Side culture wasn’t what they were looking for. They wanted the candy coated lie that the development companies fed them, and it seemed that Hal’s Pub was going to be the next victim of progress—or whatever the fuck they branded their destruction as.
Two days later
It seemed like I was off my game, because my ability to close the deal with a chick was failing hard. Even when I got close, the kiss I shared with Gina haunted my thoughts. None of the girls that wandered into the bar compared to her. The ones that came close didn’t want anything to do with me because my reputation was less than stellar. Even the ones that used to be good for a quick fuck had gotten tired of one night stands. Maybe it was me. I poured drinks, kept my customers happy, and waited for someone from Viking Developments to walk through the door with a contract. What I didn’t expect was to look up after pouring Charlie a drink to see a pair of haunting emerald eyes staring at me from the end of the bar.
“Could I get a red wine?” Gina smiled as I walked over.
“All I have is the cheap shit.” I picked up a bottle and started pouring. “Although I’m not sure we serve your kind here anymore.”
“Angelina said the meeting didn’t go well.” I saw a pained expression on Gina’s face. “I should have come and told you myself.”
“It wouldn’t have done any good. I would have told you to hit the bricks just like I told her to do.” I scoffed and shook my head. “If you want a drink, I’ll open a tab, but that’s all I have to offer you.”
“Can we please talk?” She took the glass of wine and lifted it to her lips. “It’s—good.”
“You’re a terrible liar.” I leaned against the bar. “Fine, you want to talk, let’s talk.”
I was prepared to tear Gina apart with my words the next time I saw her, but the instant her eyes met mine, the angry beast lost its rage. Seeing her made the memory of the kiss we shared even stronger. I felt entranced like I was the first time I laid eyes on her. I asked Amy to watch the bar and decided to go outside with Gina. If I suddenly felt the urge to yell, I preferred not to do it in front of my customers—not that they were really strangers to a little bottled verbal aggression. I walked outside with Gina and we were silent for a few seconds before she finally stopped and turned to me.
“I know this situation sounds crazy, and I felt the same way when I found out about it. Hell, I thought my best friend was out of her mind when she told me that she was involved with more than one guy.” Gina reached out and tried to take my hand, but I pulled it away.
“Whatever this is—some kind of fetish or game you like to play with Angelina—I want no part of it. I’m no saint, but I could never share someone that I cared about with another man. I need to know they feel the same way about me that I feel about them.” I shook my head back and forth.
“I felt a connection with you when we kissed, and it was the first time I had ever felt that with someone.” Gina looked up at me with her emerald eyes sparkling in the dim light. “I know you felt it too.”
“I did.” I nodded and shrugged. “Apparently what I felt was stronger than what you felt, though, because I didn’t immediately run off and bang some other chick.”
“I felt that same connection with them.” She tried to take my hand again, and I decided it wasn’t worth pulling away.
“Then it obviously didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me.” I shrugged again. “It’s fine. At least you didn’t make me fall in love with you before you brought the hammer down.”
“I’m not giving up without a fight.” Gina grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her.
All it took was the feeling of her lips against mine for that same fire to erupt in my soul. I wanted to push her away—I wanted to leave her standing on the sidewalk—but I just couldn’t. The feeling inside me was too strong, and despite all of my best attempts, I was fucking captivated by Gina. I wrapped my arms around her and the passion that surged between our lips erupted. I wanted her just as bad as I did after our first date. By the time our lips parted, my head was spinning and I wanted more. I pulled her close again and started kissing her with even more ferocity. There was still a lingering trace of rage, but it was the kind of boiling anger that fueled desire. I was going to fuck her and I wasn’t going to be gentle. I was going to work out every bit of my aggression on her—one thrust at a time.
“Where do you live?” She pulled back and started to breathe hard.
“It’s not far. We can walk.” I took her hand in mine. “Or run, if you prefer.”
“Running sounds perfect.” She tightened her grip on my hand.
I might not be convinced that this is something that we can have forever, but tonight? She’s mine.
Chapter Fifteen
Gina
Kissing Joaquin confirmed everything I already knew. I was meant to be with him. He was as much a part of my journey as Erik and Olsen. I just had to find a way to convince him that it wasn’t some strange game where he was going to end up hurt in the end. I understood the turmoil inside him because I felt it too before I finally gave in. The instant our lips touched, I noticed a shift in his demeanor. He felt it too. The passion of our first kiss wasn’t just reignited, it was like dynamite. I wanted him so bad that my body was aching when our lips separated. We ran to his house, and as soon as the door was closed, he pushed me against the wall for another kiss. There was a primal ferocity inside him, and I needed it to be unleashed.
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bsp; “The way you make me feel is fucking criminal.” His lips pressed against my neck and worked their way up to my ears.
“Don’t think about anything but us right now.” I threw my head back and gasped. “We can figure out the rest later.”
“All I’m trying to figure out is which piece of furniture I’m going to throw you on so I can fuck the hell out of you.” Joaquin’s hands squeezed my hips and wrapped around my ass.
Joaquin’s lips continued to tease my neck and ears while his hands explored my body. I pulled on his t-shirt and shoved my hands underneath it. He had a chiseled physique and when his t-shirt came off, I saw that his chest was covered in beautiful ink. He pushed me against the wall and started pulling on my dress. He wasn’t gentle at all. I heard threads in the fabric snap as he pulled it off me without even reaching for the zipper. It was an expensive dress, but I didn’t care. His ferocity was turning me on, and when my dress hit the floor, I felt my pussy tingle. His fingers dug into my bra, his nails scraping against my skin, and he started to unfasten the hooks. I reached for the front of his jeans, pulling his belt apart so I could work on the button.
Joaquin groaned when my hand rubbed his cock through the denim, and then he wrapped his hands around my ass again. With one quick shift in his weight, he lifted me off the ground and started walking towards the living room. He dropped me hard on the arm of a large recliner and grabbed my ankle. Before I knew what was happening, he slid his hand up my thigh and flipped me over and wrapped his hands around my panties. The fabric twisted in his hand and then I felt them being ripped off my waist. He gave me a stinging smack on my bare ass, and then his hand went between my thighs. I moaned when I felt his finger push into my wetness. He let his jeans fall to the floor and unrolled a condom on his cock before pulling his finger away and ramming his length inside me with one hard thrust.
“Oh god!” My head rolled back, but then I felt his hand on the back of my neck.
“Is this how you like to be fucked?” He let his hand tangle into my hair and then pulled it as he started to drive his dick into my pussy.
“Yes!” I moaned and gasped.
I didn’t really know how I liked to be fucked, but I certainly liked Joaquin’s roughness. It made the pleasure so intense I thought I was going to orgasm after only a few thrusts. He pulled my hair until my scalp hurt, but all it did was make me crave more. His thrusts were so hard it felt like he was trying to leave bruises on my ass, and I was pretty sure he was going to succeed before he was done with me. His thick cock stretched my pussy, which was still sore from my first night of passion with Erik and Olsen. His thrusts made the pressure inside me swell with every thrust. Being taken from behind was a different feeling. He was right against my g-spot each time he drove himself deep, and the harder his thrusts were, the better they felt.
“This is how we fuck dirty girls in the South Side.” He slapped my ass and hammered his dick inside me again. “Is that what you want to be—a dirty girl?”
“Yes!” I squealed when he slapped my ass again.
Dirty girl would have sounded so demeaning coming from anyone else, but it really turned me on when I heard Joaquin say it. It was liberating. I was so nervous when I was with Erik and Olsen since it was my first time. By the time I was enjoying it, I had cum so many times I was exhausted. It was very different with Joaquin. I could feel every thrust, and his fury was so hot I struggled to keep the orgasm from rushing out. I wanted to enjoy the moment as long as I could. I was on the edge of bliss, and it felt so fucking good. Joaquin was everything I needed in that moment and I was glad he wasn’t my first. Erik and Olsen were perfect for that. They made me understand how pleasurable the experience could be, which made my first time with Joaquin even better. His orgasmic thrusts continued and my nails dug into the leather chair as I tried to hold on.
“You’re my dirty girl.” Joaquin landed another hard smack on my ass. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked.”
“Y-You feel f-f-fucking amazing!” My words came out in a stutter as I tried to breathe between his vigorous thrusts.
I wanted to hold my orgasm in forever. I needed him to keep talking filthy to me while he pounded my pussy as hard as he could. I never expected to love that sort of thing, but I was learning so much about myself that it didn’t even surprise me. His thick cock was finally too much for me. My nails dug into the leather so hard I thought they were going to break through. The pressure inside me got so intense I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt my muscles start to convulse and my whole body shook. The pleasure surged through my veins, igniting an orgasm that made my heart skip a beat. He pulled my hair and slapped my ass when it started, which made me cum even harder. I felt his cock start to throb and pulsate inside me as my pussy spasmed on his girth.
“Fucking hell! You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked!” Joaquin growled and a primal roar rushed from his throat.
Joaquin started to cum, and the sensation of his seed spewing into the condom and making it balloon inside me triggered another orgasm. My pussy spasmed, milking every drop of cum out of Joaquin’s balls as he erupted inside me. My second orgasm subsided and when he was spent, he slowly withdrew his cock. I slumped forward against the chair and Joaquin let go of my hair. I trembled as the afterglow of bliss drained all of the energy out of me. Joaquin wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me off the chair. I looked at him and smiled as he led me over to the couch. We crashed into the cushions and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body tight against his.
“That was beyond incredible.” He exhaled sharply and smiled. “I’m sorry I called you a dirty girl—sometimes I get carried away.”
“Don’t apologize.” I let my fingers trace his tattoos and looked up at him. “I kind of liked it. I’m still discovering what turns me on, and that certainly did.”
“You brought out the beast.” He lifted his hand and rubbed his thumb across my lips. “These lips—that’s what did it.”
“I can do other things with them too—just like the dirty girl that I am.” I grinned and leaned towards his cock.
“Oh fuck!” He moaned when I peeled off the condom and pressed my lips to his glans.
Joaquin’s cock quickly engorged when I started to move my tongue along his shaft. I loved the way he felt in my mouth, and tasting the cum that had been left behind after our passion was done made me tingle. He leaned back and gasped once I got going, moving up and down his length as fast as possible. I teased his shaft with my tongue, and felt the tingling inside me getting stronger when I felt his cock throb against my lips. Joaquin put his hand on my head and tangled his fingers in my hair, but he didn’t force me to go faster. He seemed to enjoy what I was doing too much to interfere. I bounced on his cock, feeling it go deep in my throat each time I descended on his length.
“You’re about to get a mouth full of cum.” He shifted his hips and gasped. “Swallow it all, dirty girl.”
My body was already starting to heat up. Joaquin reached down and started to circle my clit with his finger while I took every inch of his cock into my throat. I prepared for the eruption that was coming, eagerly waiting on his cum. I was so turned on from what I was doing that I didn’t need much stimulation to feel the pressure inside me building towards an orgasm. I heard him grunt, and he pressed down on my head as the cum surged through his shaft. It splattered into my throat and I started swallowing. After a few thick ropes of cum saturated my mouth, I felt the powder keg inside me go off as well. I slid his cock deep into my throat and let him send the last drops of cum into it as I felt the orgasmic bliss send me into the stratosphere one more time. I leaned back and panted before letting him put his arms around me again.
“Tell me more about this arrangement.” Joaquin let out an exhausted sigh.
“Does that mean you’re considering it?” I looked up at him and smiled.
“It’s moving from a firm no to something I’m interested in hearing more about.” A light grin spr
ead across his face. “Especially if it means I get to spend more time with my dirty girl.”
“Once you sell Hal’s Pub, you’ll probably get to spend more time with me than anyone else. Erik and Olsen are always busy with work.” I smiled wider.
I started relaying everything to Joaquin, bringing him up to speed with everything I knew. He had heard a lot of it from Angelina, but I think he needed to hear it from me in order for it to truly sink in. There was no denying the chemistry between us. He felt the connection just like I did. The part that I worried about, just like with Erik and Olsen, was that I wasn’t sure how we were going to turn our lust into something that could stand the test of time. Harmony managed to do it, but she already knew the three guys she was meant to be with in some capacity. There was so much for me to learn about the three men that Angelina introduced me to, and they weren’t the only ones. There was a fourth that I hadn’t even met yet. It wasn’t a problem I could solve immediately, so I just rested peacefully in Joaquin’s arms. Truthfully, there was nowhere else I wanted to be in that moment.
Chapter Sixteen
Joaquin
One week later
“You’re really selling it. This is really happening.” Amy sat down across from me after we ushered our last customer out the door, except for Charlie, who was sleeping at the bar.
“They’re offering me almost double what this place is worth.” I looked down at the contract and sighed. “I’d be a fool to say no.”
“I’m going to miss it.” Amy forced a smile, but I saw sadness in her eyes. “I know it’s just a shitty fucking bar on the South Side, but it’s been a part of my life for so long.”
“Yeah, I know.” I sighed again and grimaced. “When I first came back home after my father passed away, the last thing I thought I would do was run this place.”
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