Chapter Two
Badger
Who the fuck decided it would be a good idea to go to a strip club? Oh yeah, Shadow’s going away party. With all the shit he dealt with recently, he requested to move to the National charter. None of us could deny the man.
So here we all sit, front and center in the middle of Sinners Cove, watching different dancers go on the stage. Some have even come by our table offering lap dances, which most of us have refused. Fuck if I want to sink my dick in stripper pussy. Which what I’m sure these women would try to do is get my dick out. Most women are the same, wanting men for one thing, and I refuse to be in that situation again. Since joining the Devil’s Riot MC, I’ve begun to realize that not all women are vindictive. Some are actually pretty awesome. Like the Ol’ ladies of the club.
“You alright over there, brother?” Burner asks, tapping my chest.
“Yeah, man,” I say, clearing my throat. “This isn’t really my thing.” Shrugging my shoulders, I lift the beer I’d ordered to my lips. Glancing around, I notice how packed the place is and begin to wonder if it’s like this every night.
“I feel ya. If not for us needing to show Shadow a good time before he leaves, I’d be at the shop,” he says, tilting his own beer to his lips. I can’t help but smile at his words. I know why he’d be at work— a certain woman started working for him a while back and since then he can’t seem to stay away from her. Ally, Hades’ sister, has started to come out of her shell. Since Ally started working with Burner at the tattoo shop, he’s changed and so has she. One of her arms is completely tatted and I believe the other day I noticed one on her neck.
Shaking my head, I open my mouth to speak but the DJ’s voice comes through the speakers again to introduce the next stripper. Vixen. Yeah that’s a name for someone I wouldn’t want to be caught dead trying to stick my dick in. Yet the men surrounding our tables begin to catcall and holler as music begins to play. Damn, this chick must be something if they’re this wound up. When I realize the song coming through the speakers is an old favorite of mine, I turn toward the stage.
“Holy shit, is that . . . ” Burner starts to ask.
“Jordan,” I finish for him. Glancing over to the table next to us, I see Gadget and Dragon stiffen and turn their heads away from their sister.
“This is gonna be bad,” Burner mutters as I turn my attention back to the woman who intrigues me. Probably because I see something in her I’m sure nobody else does. There’s a darkness in her eyes that lingers in the depths, the same as my own.
Clenching my fists together, I can’t take my eyes off her as I watch the way she moves her body and climbs to the top of the pole only to grab hold of the beam.
What the fuck?
My jaw almost comes unhinged with the way she moves her body. Almost as if she were dancing in the air instead of barely hanging on to the beam in the ceiling. Then the woman does something that causes my dick to actually turn rock hard.
Something I’ve never really felt happen on its own.
The woman really is a vixen with the way she slides down the pole again with nothing but her legs. The crowd around us goes wild as she gets to the bottom. Fuck, if not for the bottoms on, you’d have seen her pussy with the split she just did.
As the song finishes, she stands, putting her back to the pole and her hands above her head. Visions of her in the same position yet cuffed and me pounding into her fill my head. Yeah, I can’t go there. Not only do I refuse to be enticed by a woman like her, she’s my brothers’ sister. A sister they’re trying to get to know.
When the next song begins, I barely control the need to jump on that stage and carry her out of here. With the way Jordan moves her body, she has every man in here ready and willing to fuck her. Well, besides Dragon and Gadget. Glancing in their direction, I notice both are pissed as fuck as they keep their heads turned from the stage and are clenching their fists.
Focusing back on Jordan, I can’t take my eyes off the perfection that is her tits. The barbells in her nipples have me biting back a moan. See, when I do cave in to my needs, I never allow a woman to touch me, preferring them to be cuffed to the bed or wherever. Seeing her with a nipple piercing brings other ideas to my head and fuck if I don’t want to put clamps on them. I wonder if her clit is pierced as well.
Fuck, get it together. You can’t have her, even if you wanted her.
Right as Jordan gets on all fours, she finally looks into the crowd. If I’m not mistaken, her eyes focus directly on me for a split second before going about finishing up her dance.
I say dance because that’s exactly what she did. Jordan may have taken her top off, but fuck, the way she moved was pure fuckin’ art.
Soon as the song was over, the crowd started going nuts and she walked off stage.
“What the fuck?” Gadget growls. I can barely hear him over the noise in here.
“Tell me that wasn’t my baby sister up there,” Dragon says right behind him.
“Sorry, brothers, that was definitely Jordan,” Twister says calmly.
“You all better not have watched her,” Dragon mutters, clenching his fists.
“I don’t think I could have turned away if I wanted to,” Shadow admits.
“Same here, man. What she just did wasn’t strippin’ like the rest of these strippers. No, she fuckin’ danced and . . . fuck, I don’t even think there’s a word to describe what she did,” Burner says, shaking his head.
Nodding my head, I have to agree with him. Words can’t describe the way she moved her body. And I’m even more intrigued now than ever.
Chapter Three
Jordan
After my dance performance, Dean and Mitch, the head of security for the club, decided I should probably go home early. According to Mitch, he’d overheard several men wanting to wait until the club closed to get their hands on me. Dean, being protective of the girls who work for him, didn’t want anything to happen to me.
Sighing, I changed into my yoga pants and a tank top. Slipping into my flip flops, I grab my things and wait for one of the bouncers to escort me to my car. It’s another of Dean’s rules. None of the girls are to walk out of the building without protection. Like I said, he’s protective.
“You ready, Vixen?” Mitch asks as he approaches me.
“I guess so,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
“After you,” he says while holding the door open for me.
Without another word, we walk silently next to each other. I don’t even see the men standing next to my car until Mitch puts a hand on my shoulder to halt my movement. Lifting my head, my eyes widen at the sight of my brothers and several of the other members of the club standing there, including Badger.
“Vix, go back inside,” Mitch starts to order me.
“We’re not here to harm her. Jordan’s under club protection,” Twister growls as he steps forward.
“Do as I said,” Mitch says, pushing me behind him.
“Fucker, that’s my sister,” Dragon rasps, crossing his arms over his chest. Glancing at Gadget, I see he’s doing the same thing.