His Stripper (Dance For Me) - Page 13

But then the song ends, and I know it’s over. I pull my panties down just enough to expose my right ass cheek, blowing a kiss to the guests before disappearing backstage.

The girls are waiting for me, and there’s no erasing the smile on my lips as they embrace me backstage.

“You did so well,” Holly compliments me, wide-eyed with the tiniest hint of jealousy in her gaze.

“Yeah, you’re a natural!” Gabrielle gives me a high five while Samantha winks at me.

“Knew you could do it. You’re going to be everyone’s new favorite.”

“Hope so.” I smile, though Holly’s jealous fake smile doesn’t evade me. I’m not worried about that, though. All I can think about right now is Myles. Was he watching me dance out there? The stage lights were too blinding to let me see him, and a sinking feeling in my stomach reminds me he has no reason to watch me take my clothes off.

The guy is hot as sin—he could have any woman wrapped around his pinkie finger, so why the heck would he pick me? I need to stop fooling myself with these thoughts that he wants me. He’s probably fucking half the girls who dance here. I don’t mean anything to him, and me sucking his dick was just a test, a way for him to relieve my tension.

I bite my lower lip as I stare at my reflection back in the dressing room. I start counting out the dollar bills I got on the stage and frown when I realize my earnings for the night are meager.

Maybe this was a mistake after all… Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. Surely Myles has an ulterior motive for helping me. Nobody is that kind. Nobody would offer a stranger all this help without having another goal in mind.

Now, I’ve managed to scare myself even more.

But if Myles doesn’t really want to help me… Why the hell would he bring me here?

I think of him, picturing him in my mind. His sexy body, his handsome face, and the cool confidence he speaks with. What could he possibly want with a barely legal virgin like me?

No, there’s got to be something else.

And I’m going to get to the bottom of this mystery once and for all.

8

Myles

My lips are forming a snarl as I stare at the stage. My possessive streak is getting harder and harder to control, especially around Hazel. Something about that girl makes me go fucking insane. And it’s not just her body and her pretty face, those eyes finally exposed without the glasses and shining brightly as her body twirls in front of the two pricks sitting in front of the stage.

She looks so hot. Her body is perfect, and she looks like a natural on the stage. She can really fucking dance. My cock wants her. No, my cock fucking demands her, my mind swimming with thoughts of ripping those tiny panties off her body and filling her up to the very brim with my thick, throbbing shaft. I want to come inside her, on her skin, and claim every hole. The thought is almost too much to handle, so I force myself to push it off my mind. I can’t risk getting even harder. Someone’s bound to notice, and I’m not about to get whipped by an eighteen-year-old girl.

How the hell did this happen? How did she manage to get under my skin so goddamn fast? I never let this happen to me. If I’m infatuated by a woman—and it hasn’t happened in a long fucking time, and certainly not like this—I do a background check before even thinking about putting my dick inside her pussy.

But not with Hazel.

No, for now, she’s still a mystery, making me want to unravel her like a thread and peel her layers back one by one until she’s exposed to me completely.

I lick my lips, knocking back a drink as I watch the two seedy patrons of the club leering at the girl I’ve already marked as mine in my head. The thought of her lips on my cock earlier is almost enough to get me grabbing my crotch through my pants. Fuck, I’m so beyond messed up. This girl has an unrivaled effect on me, and I’m really not fucking sure I like it.

The worst part is, I’m being a total goddamn hypocrite. After all, I gave my brothers shit for doing the same thing I’m doing now—letting themselves think with their dick when a hot chick appeared.

And I fucking pride myself on not losing either head around a hot woman. Except Hazel’s got my head all messed up. I can’t even think without my cock anymore. And my cock wants her bad.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I need to get rid of her. I need to send Hazel on her way before she fucks with my head even more.

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