I started staying in his room with him and Cody. Granted, we didn’t do anything except for maybe some heavy make out sessions with some feeling each other up. Maybe that’s why I did what I did, to get him to take the next step. Sexual frustration can make a person do some crazy things I’ve come to realize.
You see over the past several weeks, Victoria, Rachel, Raven, and myself have grown close. Momma B has become like a second mom to me and I adore them all. They’ve taken me under their wing showing me that I can be confident in myself and I do my best to feel this way about myself. It’s not always easy though.
They all knew Coyote and my relationship was growing and I’d fallen even more for him than I originally had. I sometimes think he feels the same way, considering he’d been asking my input on houses that he looked at for the first two weeks. When I saw the last house with him, I’d fallen in love with not just the outside but the inside.
The house was like my dream house come to life. Inside you had a huge kitchen that was open to the living room and you could see what was happening in there. Off to the side was a small hallway leading to stairs which went upstairs where there were three bedrooms. The master taking up one whole part of the house itself. The outside was immaculate with the full front porch and porch swing. I could see myself just sitting there reading one of my books or drawing.
Coyote had seen my face light up, turned to the realtor. “We’ll take it,” he said and went about doing the work. At the time I didn’t realize he intended for me to move in with him and Cody. Well that was until we’d gotten to the clubhouse and he told his brothers him and I just bought a house together. Talk about huge announcement and we hadn’t even had sex yet.
“I’m not gonna tell you again woman. Either get out here or I’m breaking the damn door down, Tinsley.” I jump at the pounding on the door.
Okay, so after we’d bought the house together and we still hadn’t done anything, the other ol’ ladies decided an intervention was needed. Why I don’t know. Probably because I’d become tense as hell and was growing tired of hearing the clubwhores walking around talking about Coyote as if they had fucked him constantly over the last month.
So, Victoria hired me, with Tracker and Stoney’s blessing of course, because no one gets hired without their approval. She’d told them what we were doing, I swear I didn’t know what to think at first about the plan. Stoney and Tracker both looked at me with a lifted brow, asked if this is what I wanted to do. When I nodded, they grinned and looked at each other.
“This is gonna be fuckin’ fun,” Tracker said to Stoney.
“Damn straight,” Stoney said before turning his attention back to me. “Just gotta say one thing, because all the brothers will be there for this shit. Don’t take the top off.”
“Don’t worry Stoney, she won’t be. In fact, I highly doubt she’ll make it past the first dance,” Victoria giggled, leaned into Tracker, her ol’ man, and kissed him.
So that brought us to tonight.
Momma B offered to watch all the kids after the guys left for Dolly’s Playhouse. According to Coyote, they were having some type of party there tonight and it was mandatory for him to be there. Stoney’s orders, I suppose considering they were closed to the public for the night.
Worked for me, at least then I didn’t have to worry about random men I didn’t know seeing me clad in barely anything.
By the time we’d pulled up to Dolly’s Playhouse, I was nervous as I could be. I almost and I mean almost backed out. Then I saw some of the strippers mingling around the table Coyote was sitting at with Shadow and Venom. One of them had their arms wrapped around his shoulders and it pissed me off. Like seriously pissed me off. It took Raven, Rachel, and Victoria to get me to calm down enough to do this. What was going on was going to be over with once I got on that stage.
Victoria worked it out so that when I first got out there the lights were dimmed so you couldn’t see my face. Oh, and I can’t forget that Rachel recruited the girls from Twister’s charter. Emerson had come up and made my hair look amazing as hell working her magic. This weekend worked out great for her because she’d been upset about her best friend up and leaving without word.
Looking in the mirror, I saw Emerson’s work. I barely even recognize the woman staring back at me. The woman in the mirror looked confident, beautiful, and ready to take on the world. Only in reality I didn’t think that was me. But I was ready to at least try.
When the DJ called out the cue for me to make my way toward the stage, I took in a much-needed breath.
“You got this,” Victoria said giving my shoulder a squeeze, the rest of the women had gone to sit with their men. Who’d been surprised to see them. I saw this from where I was standing as they shooed the strippers away from each of their men.
Nodding, I took the first steps as the lights went low and ‘Shatter Me’ by Lindsey Stirling started.
I knew what I intended to do, I’d never danced with a pole before, but I did ballet growing up. Twirling my way to the pole I grabbed hold, jumped, and spun around as if it were my partner and they were the one bracing me as I held myself up. Dancing and twirling the entire time I’d used the tips of my toes unless I was spinning using the pole. When the song was coming to an end the DJ immediately switched to the other song I had picked ‘The Arena’ also by Lindsey Stirling while lighting up the rest of the stage.
Including me, as I lifted up off the floor and pulled myself to the top of the pole. Only when I was at the top, did I dare glance into the crowd finding Coyote staring at me. His jaw tight but his eyes filled with lust. Without taking my eyes off him I bow myself against the pole as I slowly start my decent down. Stopping every so often to twirl my legs out. When I get to the bottom the song is doing its last beats and I land in a split.
Coyote is out of his seat and making his way to me. I jump up and rush off the stage before he can get to me and run to the bathroom backstage, locking it right as he got to the damn thing.
Which brings me to why he’s banging on the door.
Inhaling, I step away from the door and unlock it. Coyote does not waste any time in opening it and stepping into the room.
“Want to explain to me why the fuck my woman was just up there on-stage dancing in front of all my brothers?” he demands, his nostrils flaring as he snags me around the waist, pulling me flush against his front.
“Umm . . .” My mind goes blank.
“Umm, what? You don’t know? Now all my brothers know what’s under the clothes you wear, baby. And I’m not too thrilled with the fact they pretty much saw what belongs to me. Worst part is, I don’t even know how that part of you feels around my cock yet and now, I’m sure some of them will be envisioning that part of you around them. So, tell me, Tinsley, what the fuck were you thinking?”
Okay so maybe I should have thought this plan through more. Coyote is not just pissed, he is Pissed.
“I did it to gain your attention.”
“Well you sure as fuck got it, baby,” he growls. “All I can think about now is sinking my dick into that pussy of yours. I was trying to be a gentleman and not rush you. Now I can’t control myself.”
I open my mouth to snap at him and instead I end up with his mouth on mine and his arms loosening from around me. A second later my bottoms, that I’d been wearing, were ripped from my body. The top follows in the same way.