Chapter Four
Serena fidgeted something awful after the dirty deed was done. She studied the crowd gathering outside the club, noticing how a few of the guys turned to look their way, while the girls stood there whispering and giggling. Undoubtedly, she and Draegan had put on a hell of a show.
“For some reason I thought the windows were tinted.”
“Windshield doesn’t have tint,” he informed her, grinning like he’d just had his cock sucked.
Imagine.
“Side windows have fifty percent.” He made a private show out of stuffing his dick back in his pants and then reached around her shoulders and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t give a damn what they saw. If they were curious enough to stop and stare, I hope they got a real eyeful.”
“I’m pretty sure they did.”
“Do I hear regret in your voice?”
She shook her head but realized he likely wouldn’t believe her. She had sucked his cock on opening night at Drover’s new club. The place had been dubbed the hottest nightspot in Tennessee back when the mafia
had their dibs on the place. Now, folks couldn’t wait to see what the new owners had done with the place. In fact, a few hundred people were already lined up waiting for the doors to open.
To make matters worse, Draegan had parked on the front row which meant everyone on the sidewalk could watch if they wanted an explicit show. In fact, they wouldn’t have missed much. Draegan had parked right under a street light and the club’s neon sign.
“Want to go somewhere else?”
“I don’t want to embarrass you.” She’d lived through the whispers and the giggles. Her former husband had pimped girls, sold drugs, and pretty much lived the life of a criminal, rubbing all his illegal transactions in her face.
Draegan’s lips twitched. “Are you kidding me? Every man out there will take one look at you and be jealous because they aren’t me. The women will be envious, too. Their fellas will only have eyes for you.” His face went pale then and he peered over her shoulder. “On second thought, maybe we shouldn’t go in. I might end up in a scuffle if any of those guys start looking at what’s mine.”
“Yours?” She thinned her lips but her tongue slipped between them and she slowly dragged it around her mouth, savoring Draegan’s salty taste lingering on her lips.
Draegan shot her a wink. “A discussion for another day.” He hopped out of the car. Seconds later, he opened her door and helped her out like a gentleman should.
Another few minutes and they were walking through the front door, the whispers circulating at their backs. After slipping the doorman a few bills, Draegan clasped her hand with his and led her through the throng of club patrons. The music had a thumping beat and the crowd was certainly there for the party. Better still, the dance floor was large enough to entice one and all.
“What do you want to drink?” Draegan yelled.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having!” She spotted the restroom and jabbed her finger at the sign. “I’ll be right back!”
“I’ll meet you over there!”
She nodded and then pivoted to her left. Before she could hurry away, Draegan wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her to him. She landed against his chest and he brushed his knuckles up her cheek, looking at her as if he truly adored her. Then, he dropped a kiss on her forehead before he claimed her lips, too. Before she escaped a second time, he grabbed her around the waist, flattened his hands on her stomach, and nuzzled her long hair.
Finding her ear, he whispered, “I return favors, pretty lady.”
Serena’s skin tingled as he sent her on her way with a gentle pat on the bottom. Wondering if he might have been watching her ass, she peered over her shoulder, thrilled when she caught him with that longing look of true desire stamped upon his face.
At the same time, a couple of broads, bumped into him and seemingly tried to capture his attention. Instead, he literally walked around them without so much as a second glance.
Minutes later, Serena used the facilities and stepped up to the basin. After she washed and dried her hands, she moved aside to one of the makeup mirrors. She quickly dug her lipstick out of her purse and puckered up.
“That’s the one!” A brunette tilted her head at Serena.
“Well, well, well, you must think you’re one hot piece of ass.” The redhead looked Serena up and down, giving her this condescending, holier-than-thou once-over. “I’ll give you props where they’re due. Your man didn’t so much as look my way, much less take me up on my proposition.”
The brunette snickered. “Women cherish a fellow like that. They’re one in a million. Wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes I would,” Serena said, dotting her lips with lipstick. She couldn’t figure out what this woman wanted but she wasn’t planning on sticking around to find out.
“Did you use your mouthwash?” The brunette inched closer. “I’m sure you came in here to freshen up.” She tilted her head at Serena’s lower half. “Men around here want fresh pussy but they don’t want to kiss a gal who’s had her lips around another man’s cock.”