Within ten deep thrusts, I’m pulling out of the girl’s mouth, releasing my load against the side of the building with a moan.
I feel the girl shove something into the back of my briefs. “Call me if you ever want to get together. That was me repaying you for the dance, but I’d like to do a lot more to you.”
I don’t even get a chance to turn around, before I hear the sound of the ground crunching as she walks away, leaving me alone to gather my shit.
She definitely wasn’t as innocent as she looked, but nothing compared to Sage. No one ever is.
Fuck me . . .
Sage
IT’S ONLY TWO IN THE afternoon and I already feel as if I’ve been here at the salon for an eight-hour shift. It’s dragging so bad and I’m not liking it one bit.
“Oh come on,” I groan out, as I throw myself down in the chair at Onyx’s station. “Is time moving slower than usual today or is it just me? It’s almost physically painful.”
Smiling, Onyx grips my hair, yanking me back in the chair. “Shut up and let me color your hair to pass the time. I’ve been asking since last week to let me test something on you. You’ve been doing way too much griping the last few weeks. Would you just let Stone lay you already?”
“Shut up.” I toss a comb at her. “If you’re going to do my hair; do it in silence,” I joke.
Aspen looks over at us from working on one of her clients, pointing her scissors at us as she talks. “One of you better keep your eye out for customers. We may be friends, and I love you to death, but take advantage of it and I’ll kick your asses.” She smiles slightly, but gives us a hard enough look to let us know she means it.
Two months ago, Aspen opened up her own Salon, Raines’ Salon, and asked Onyx and myself to come work for her. Business started out slow at first, until the boys of Walk Of Shame started handing out business cards and sending the women here. Those boys ask you to do anything, you jump to it. At least these women did and not to mention that they tip well. A little something, they learned from going to W.O.S.
The business picked up like crazy after a couple of weeks, barely making it possible for us to keep up, thanks to the boys. Although, I do admit, every girl that walks through that damn door, I can’t help but to wonder if Stone has been with since we stopped messing around.
I have to struggle between wanting to punch the bimbo in the face, and wanting to do my job, making her ass even prettier, when walking out that salon door.
Aspen has faith that I won’t stab anyone with a stiletto, so I do my best. I just tell myself over and over again that I’m the one who stopped us from having sex that night.
When we first started messing around, it was easy, but after a year of occasionally letting loose with him and having the best sex of my damn life . . . let me tell you . . . that man can move his body; I started to want it more and more.
I could tell he did too.
“We’ve got your back, Sweets.” Onyx winks. “I can multitask. Just ask Hemy. He has plenty of stories.”
“Fucking gross,” I mumble, disgusted at the thought of the crazy shit I’ve heard about her and my brother. “Just don’t mess my hair up or I’ll have to chop yours off in your sleep. I’m not sure you’d pull the bald look off so well.”
“I can pull anything off, Honey. Now shut it.”
Closing my eyes, I try to relax and let Onyx take over. I know she’ll do good, but since she’s practically my older sister since marrying Hemy, I have to give her a hard time once in a while.
She’s family and we treat each other that way. I’ll never be able to repay her for bringing myself and Hemy back together. I owe her everything and I’m willing to give it too.
I honestly don’t even know at this point how I went so long without my brother in my life. We went through so much shit as children and he was always there, until he wasn’t.
I don’t even remember how, but we got separated and I spent years missing him and trying to find him, until Onyx found me. She found me and brought my family back together.
I love her for that.
Onyx keeps pushing my head down, making sure that I look down at my boring ass lap for the whole hour that she’s messing with my hair. Luckily, only two clients have come in that Onyx had to pull away from me to help and they were just quick trims.
Now my hair is dried and curled and the torture is done. It’s not easy letting her push your head around for a whole hour, without wanting to slap her.
“Holy. Shit.” Onyx pulls the purple cape off of me and her and Aspen look me over, making me feel nervous with their judging eyes on me. “I deserve a big tip for the miracle I worked on you, Honey.”
“Wow,” Aspen jumps in, while playing with my hair, lifting random pieces of it to look underneath the layers. “Maybe I should have you do mine next week.”
Feeling anxious to see with my own eyes, I push them both out of the way and spin the chair around to look in the mirror.
“Holy. Fuck.” My eyes widen as I check out the strands of turquoise, blue and purple, falling around my face. “This is definitely a new look. I have to give it to you . . . I look good,” I say teasingly.
Between the new hair, lip ring and fresh tattoos, I almost feel like a whole new woman.
A wild one . . . and I like it. I feel sexy and playful, ready to get out and have fun for the first time in months, after spending my nights moping and trying to get myself off as good as Stone used to.
But as much as I like it, I can’t help but to wonder what Stone would think, about both my new look and me wanting to go out and have fun.
It shouldn’t bother me this much. I shouldn’t be so worried about what he thinks. He’s not my boyfriend and we both made it clear in the beginning that it was just for fun. He’s just my roommate.
This is exactly what I didn’t want us to turn into. He’s grown on me big time and that’s exactly why I’ve been avoiding anything about him that might turn me on more and change my mind. That’s why I haven’t even been to W.O.S in months now.
“I knew you’d like it,” Onyx gloats.
I snap out of my thoughts and turn around to face my girls. “I do.” I smile big and give her a quick hug, speaking next to her ear. “You’re damn lucky I do too. I’ll admit that you had me a bit scared with how confused you looked with the colors.”
“Nah . . . I knew what I was doing. I just wanted to mess with you a bit.” She winks and starts cleaning up the mess.
Aspen is still looking me over when I turn to face her. It’s as if she can’t get enough of how pretty it truly turned out. “I’m digging the new look on you. It seriously looks sexy. You going to visit Stone at work and see how long it takes for him to recognize you in the crowd?” She lifts a brow, pushing. “You can’t avoid the club forever.”
“Don’t start this.” Trying to avoid discussing Stone, I rush over to the counter when a client walks in, seeing it as my way to escape. “MINE.”
“Whatever,” Aspen mumbles from behind me, while motioning for her client to take a seat as she walks in right afterward. “We’ve got three more hours to bug you. Go right ahead.”
“Seriously,” I mumble under my breath, while checking out the brunette standing in front of me. She looks like a damn Barbie Doll, but with humongous tits.
“The boys sent me,” she says with a huge ass smile, while placing down her twenty percent off coupon.
“Awesome.” I grab the coupon and quickly check out the name of who gave it to her. I’m a little relieved to see Kash’s name. “Follow me, babe.”
Barbie girl decides to babble on about her experience at W.O.S over the past weekend, being sure to tell me every damn detail of how hot the boys were, and how sexy they moved their bodies, as if I don’t already know.
That’s the only bad and good thing about the boys sending them here. I feel as if there’s a good chance that one of us girls would get the gossip if Stone is fucking these other women. The bad part of it is, that I h
ear so many stories and I can only handle so much and manage to keep my distance from there.
I hate myself for even wanting to know what goes on at the club, especially now that they have private rooms for dances.
From what I’ve heard, Stone’s room is occupied the most and I have to say that I’m not surprised. He’s very good at what he does.
By the time the salon is closed, Hemy is waiting outside for us, making sure that no one is lurking around the parking lot, even though it’s only like six in the evening. It’s not even dark, yet he worries so damn much.
Not much has changed there. He’s a protector and always has been.
As soon as we walk outside, Hemy instantly pulls Onyx into his big arms and kisses her along her neck, grinding his body into hers. He’s always so quick to get dirty. “Damn, baby. Ready for a ride?” Continuing to kiss her neck, he cups her ass and lifts her up.
“I missed you. It’s been a long ass day and I’m definitely ready for a ride,” Onyx says against his lips, causing me to look over at Aspen and roll my eyes.
“Come on, guys. Seriously . . . you stopped in for lunch like five hours ago and fucked her in the back office. You act as if you haven’t seen each other in weeks.”
Releasing Onyx, Hemy walks over, draping his arm around me. From the look on his face, I know he’s about to change the subject. “You going to come see dude tonight or what? Stone’s somewhat of a miserable bastard without you around the club.” He roughly kisses me on the side of the head. “Go watch him tonight so his pussy will stop hurting.”
Grunting, I push my way out of Hemy’s arms and begin digging through my purse for my keys. “Seriously? What is with it with everyone trying to get me to watch Stone dance? I’m trying to keep my thoughts in check when it comes to him. It’s complicated.”
“How?” he questions. “The dude is crazy over you and it’s taken my ass over a year to accept that shit. Now what the hell am I supposed to give him a hard time about?”
Laughing, I begin backing away. “I’m sure you’ll find other things. He’s Stone . . .” I stop when his words really sink in. “And he’s not crazy about me so don’t say that again.”
“Fine,” Onyx cuts in. “Come to the club and watch the other boys tonight then. Hemy has to help Cale with some business crap in the office. Aspen or Riley can’t make it. Don’t make me sit there and drink alone. Just turn the other way when he’s up.”
“Maybe . . . we’ll see. I want to write some tonight.”
Saying bye to everyone, I hurry over to my truck and hop in, just ready to get home and take a short nap.
As much as I hate to admit it; I didn’t sleep much last night. I ended up tossing and turning in bed, wondering what Stone was doing at work.
Maybe it’s time I put on my big girl panties and go back into Walk Of Shame again.
Then maybe it will give me the confirmation that I need, to know that he’s doing fine without me around and we can both move on.
There’s plenty of other women there that would die to get Stone’s attention.
Hopefully she can do more with it than I did . . .
Sage
HEMY AND ONYX INISISTED ON following me to the Walk Of Shame, knowing damn well that I was hesitant and close to backing out of coming tonight.
They can’t fool me, I know they’re going to somehow try to get me into Stone’s private room with him.
Not happening. I’m smart enough to know what will happen if he gets me alone.
I’ll cave.
The jerks are teaming up on me, and I’m not so sure that I like it. Apparently, they’ve all grown fond of the idea of Stone and I possibly becoming a couple.
Maybe they see what we’ve been trying not to.
“Hey, Kage.” I wink at the sexy security guard as he places his hand on the small of my back and guides me behind Hemy and Onyx, over to the VIP area.
“Keep winking at me and I might have to keep you to myself now that Stone’s out of the picture.” He grabs a strand of my hair and smiles. “Very hot. I like my women wild looking. I bet we could have a lot of fun.”
“Back the fuck off, Giant,” Hemy growls out, while looking his six feet six frame up and down. “Don’t you have a door to watch or some shit?”
Used to Hemy being a dick, Kage lifts a brow at him and smirks. “Can’t help it if the hottest ladies in the club got my attention, Man.”
“And I can’t help it if I rip your motherfucking dick off.”
“Hemy! Enough!” Onyx grabs Hemy by the back of the shirt, pulling him back to sit next to her on the couch. “Leave his dick alone. He’s gonna need it tonight.” She winks at Kage. “We got your back. Thank you, Sweetie.”
I have to admit; being here and watching Hemy be all caveman and overprotective makes me laugh, reminding me of old times.
It used to drive me crazy when he treated Stone that way in the beginning and seeing him act this way now, shows me just how crazy his ass will be if I ever decide to go on a date.
Poor fucking guy . . .
“Can’t take you anywhere, Big brother,” I tease as I take my seat. “Now get us ladies some drinks and tell Sara hi for us, Mr. Rude.”
His stripper instincts kick in, causing me to look anywhere but at him as he straddles Onyx’s lap and grabs her face, making out with her.
When I turn back around, he stands up and licks his lips nice and slow. “I’ll be right back. If any of the boys come over, tell them I said to fuck off.”
“Seriously?” I scoot next to Onyx and link my arm with hers, as Hemy leaves us. “Is he ever going to give up and stop being a dick to every guy? He’s so damn alpha.”
Onyx shakes her head and smiles. “Nope . . . and I love it. Hemy will be Hemy and that’s exactly why I keep his sexy ass around. That and because his . . .”
“No!” I yell. “I will slap you if you mention his . . .” I pretend to gag. “Don’t make me slap your pretty little face. Please.”
“Girls,” Styx scoots his way in between us and hands us both a drink, before throwing an arm around each of us. “I took these from Hemy’s ass while he was fighting a pack of rabid bitches off.” He winks. “You’re welcome.”
Onyx sits up straight, her eyes wandering up to the bar. She’s not beyond kicking some girl’s ass for groping on her man. I’ve seen it and trust me, it’s not pretty.
“They’re gone now.” He laughs. “And Hemy is getting new drinks and looking around as if he wants to rip someone’s head off.” Smirking, he stands up and brushes a hand through his blonde hair. “Don’t tell his crazy ass that I’m the one that stole his drinks. I’m not trying to get my ass kicked tonight. This body has work to do. Later.”
He quickly kisses us both on the cheek and rushes off to take the stage to get ready. The ladies love him with his tattoos, sexy pierced nipples and short, blonde beard. Not to mention his insanely beautiful blue eyes that are hard to not look at.
He’s hot. What can I say? They all are.
Right as the music starts, Hemy heads back over from the bar, holding the replacement drinks. He growls when he looks down to see us both already holding drinks. “What the fuck? Whose ass do I need to kick? Was it Kash or Styx? Those sneaky fuckers.”
We both shrug and laugh, pissing him off even more. It’s fun to mess with him and see him get all worked up over the boys.
“I hate when you two team up on my ass. I give up before I get a nipple ripped off or some shit. You two are vicious.” Tilting back his drink, he takes his seat on the other side of Onyx and wraps his arm around her, protectively.
We chat and drink for the next hour, making me anxious and curious about Stone.
He hasn’t been seen in the whole time that we’ve been here. Makes me wonder if he’s been giving private dances the whole time. The thought makes me sick to my stomach and I’m hating myself for it.
“You okay over there?”
“Huh?” I turn to the sound of Onyx’s concerned
voice. “What?”
“You’ve been staring off into space for the last twenty minutes, when you should be watching these boys on the stage and having some fun.” She leans forward and begins looking around. “Is someone wondering about Stone? Is that it?”
I let out a fake laugh and cross my legs. “No. I was just thinking about the new book I’m working on and the asshole hero who won’t stop pissing me off. Now shut up. Kash is on and his ass is looking extra sexy tonight.”
Pretending to be into Kash’s performance, I focus my attention on the stage and pull out some money to toss his way. He’s insanely sexy, so it should be distracting me, but it’s not enough to make me forget Stone and how badly I really want to watch him dance again.
Hemy disappeared twenty minutes ago to help Cale with some stuff in his office, leaving us girls here alone.
That’s what he said at least, but I’m pretty sure Cale can handle it on his own.
I think he was just tired of watching the other boys strip since he can’t do it himself anymore. Part of me thinks he misses it.
I definitely don’t. Vixen’s was fun while it lasted, but I definitely didn’t see myself there long term.
Stripping is a big part of Hemy though. He had that when he didn’t have Onyx and myself around. I think it kept him sane, while he was slowly losing himself to the darkness and pain.
My insides seem to melt and I find myself fighting to catch my breath at the sight of Stone across the room, leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest. How the hell does he manage to look so calm and cool standing there? It makes him extremely sexy and mysterious.
As much as I’m not wanting this kind of reaction, it’s inevitable with Stone. He’s always done this to me from the very first time I laid eyes on his painfully beautiful face.
“Fuck.” I turn away and start fanning myself off in a panic. It suddenly feels extremely warm in here, knowing that he’s about to work his body on stage soon.
“You okay, Woman?”
As hard as I fight not to look at him, my eyes find him again in the shadows, trying to stay clear of everyone so he can clear his head. He’s wearing that black beanie of his, hoping that no one will spot him out until he’s ready.
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