Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Probably should have mentioned the tits.”
I jerked my gaze back up to Storm. “You knew there were going to be topless women here?” I asked.
“Always is,” he drawled, then nodded toward the bar. “Let’s get a drink.”
He was okay with this? Well, of course he was. He had brought me to a strip club basically. He got to look at big, naked boobs all night.
“Storm!” a female called out and waved to him. At least she had a halter-top bra-like thingy on. “You’re here!” she squealed.
Other people called out his name, and he just held up a hand in a wave and kept leading us to the bar.
The blonde who had been so happy to see him rushed over and threw her arms around him like I wasn’t standing there. Storm grabbed her shoulders and moved her away from him.
“Uh, Fall,” he said, finally looking uncomfortable. Once he had her off him, he put his arm back around me. “No,” he said sternly, like he was talking to a child.
“Come here, sugar. You can straddle my lap tonight. Storm’s taken,” Acre called out from the chair he was sitting in, facing the screen.
She glanced at me and gave me a nasty look before turning and walking away.
“Friend of yours?” I asked him.
“Nope,” he replied, not saying anything more. “What do you want to drink?” he asked me.
I looked over at her as she took her bra off and straddled Acre’s lap. He started licking her nipples, and I snapped my eyes back to Storm, who was watching me. He’d asked me a question.
“There are four other women here, and they are all topless.”
“They’re strippers.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Y’all hire strippers for these things?”
“Hell no. We—well, they fuck strippers. They have all been cleared through security.”
“But you’ve fucked them before.” I already knew the answer to this question, and I was not okay with it.
“Before you,” he replied.
I glared up at him. “You brought me to a place with women you’ve fucked who are also walking around topless.”
He ran his finger down my face, and his lips twitched. “You’re the only pussy I want now.”
I shoved at his chest. “Does that matter? You are going to look at other women’s tits all night.”
He frowned. “No, I’m not.”
“They’re everywhere. How can you not? You’re gonna want to look.”
“You’re jealous.”
I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
He reached down and slid his hand under my skirt, shoving two fingers inside the crotch of my panties, leaning in so that his nose was almost touching mine. “That is all I want,” he told me, then pulled his hand back out and straightened back up while he sucked me off his fingers. “Now, tell me what you want to drink.”
“Whiskey,” I said, less sulky now that he’d successfully distracted me.
He squeezed my butt, then turned around to order our drinks.
I didn’t want to look around again because of what I’d see. I wasn’t a prude, obviously, but this was just uncomfortable. Unable to help myself, I cut my eyes toward Thatcher to see the brunette in his lap bouncing on it like they were having sex. Thatcher’s head was back on the cushion, watching her while smoking. She started to moan like she was getting off.
“Here you go,” Storm said, placing the glass in my hand.
I swung my gaze back to his. “Is Thatcher having sex with her right here?” I asked.
Storm took a drink from his glass. “More than likely. Come this way,” he said, moving through the room, nodding his head to people who greeted him as we passed with his hand wrapped around my wrist.
“I’m coming,” the girl on Thatcher cried.
“Then, get off and swallow my dick,” he told her.
Unable to stop watching, I saw her slide off his lap and go to her knees. Thatcher grabbed her hair and slammed her down on it. When I lifted my gaze to his face, he was watching me. I felt my face get warm and turned my head back around to Storm. He hadn’t seen me looking at least.
“I’m gonna need to get off before the race now,” Wells said to the girl perched on his leg. “That’s got me fucking hard.”
Storm spoke to some guy with a cowboy hat on, sitting on a stool, watching what was on the screen. Then, we went behind where the others were seated to a wide, plush leather chair that had a good view of the television. I was surprised it wasn’t already taken, but then the big U-shaped sofa had open spots too. But unless you wanted to watch the live-action porn, then you wouldn’t want to sit there.
Storm sat down and opened his legs, then pulled me down to sit on his lap. Once we were seated, I couldn’t see the sex acts from this angle, and I let out a sigh of relief.