Deep Burn (Burned Duet 2)

I pulled into the first open spot and sauntered toward him, both apprehensive and excited about what was about to go down.

Jax raised his brows and crossed his arms over his chest. “Long time no see,” he greeted.

“I saw you yesterday,” I quipped back. He’d been coming around the shop less and less lately, but I had a feeling it was because of his new girlfriend—a girlfriend he’d yet to introduce us to. We hadn’t spoken about what had happened that night, but I knew he’d been to see Elodie before he’d come to see me, and I was okay with that. She was like a little sister to him. We’d picked up right where we’d left off, along with a few choice words and a promise that if Elodie wanted to get rid of a certain someone, he would make it happen no questions asked.

He shrugged and flung his leg over the seat of his bike. “I can go now that you’re here.”

“Why am I here?” I asked, halting in front of his bike as he turned the engine on. He made a motion as if he was zipping his lips and clipped his helmet in place. “Dick,” I grunted out.

“Door’s open. Might wanna lock it behind you, though.” He threw a key at me and winked as if he knew something I didn’t. What the hell was going on? “Staff starts coming in at six, so you’re gonna wanna be quick.”

“What?”

He revved his bike, knocked on the top of his helmet, then sped out of the lot, kicking up gravel as he went. I still didn’t have any idea what I was doing here, but I was determined to find out, so I pulled the door open and walked inside.

The lights were down but utter silence rang out. “Elodie?” I called out, the sound echoing, but after several seconds and no answer, I stepped forward, then remembered what Jax said about locking the door. My heart sped up as I locked it and pushed the key into my pocket with my cell.

Then music rang out into the club.

I halted in the middle of the room, my muscles locking into place. I knew that song. I knew the beats better than any other rhythm. It was the same song that had played when I’d first seen her on that stage all that time ago. My body knew what was about to happen before my brain did, but I still didn’t move from my spot, not until the light on the stage flashed and Elodie appeared.

Her steps were wobbly at first, but once she made it to the edge of the stage, her confidence was in full swing, her attention only on me as she curled her finger, beckoning me to come closer. I was a moth to a flame, helpless to stay away from her.

“Elodie,” I murmured as I stepped closer, but I wasn’t sure she could hear me over the music playing. I tried to keep my attention on her face, but the lure to stare at her body was too consuming. Her feet were bare, just like they always were, but the lace garters attached to stockings had my mouth salivating. They led up to a black lace thong, and finally a bralette which left little to the imagination. “Fuck.”

She crouched down in front of me, bringing her face level with mine. She closed the distance between us, and my cock hardened. “Come join me on stage,” she whispered, her breath fanning across my neck.

I shivered, feeling every hair on my body stand on end. “Sweetheart.” I reached for her, but she stood, not letting me touch her, and fuck if it didn’t make me want her even more. I hadn’t seen her like this for so long, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.

She bit down on her bottom lip, waiting for me, and I didn’t hesitate as I jumped up onto the stage. Her eyes widened at my move, but she soon concealed her surprise and pointed at the chair a couple of feet away. I moved toward it, not taking my gaze off her. She was addicting. Alluring. Captivating.

My body tingled as I sat down, and I swallowed as she took two steps toward me, each one moving to the rhythm of the music. The song changed, the beats slow, and she swayed her hips in time with t

hem. It was something so simple, but I’d never seen anything so damn sexy in my entire life.

Her hand reached down to one of her garters and she rolled it down her leg with the stocking, pushing her ass in the air and giving me the perfect view of her body. She repeated it on her other leg and discarded the garters and stockings on the stage, leaving just her lace bra and thong. I couldn’t look away as she danced close to me, then backed up several steps. She was teasing me with her body, but it was her eyes that held me in a trance. She was confident in each of her moves, and it was more attractive than any dance she could ever have done for me.

She pushed my legs open and stood between them, dropping a kiss on the side of my neck and then blowing on it. And it was that move that sealed the deal for me. I couldn’t take not touching her any longer, so I grasped her hips and yanked her against me.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” I swallowed, trying to hold everything back. I wanted to tell her how turned on I was. I wanted to slam my lips down onto hers. I wanted to—

“Take me home,” she whispered, her voice a breathy moan.

“Home?” I stared at her, making sure she meant what I thought she did. “Now?”

Her chest heaved, her pert nipples moving against the thin material of her bra. “Yeah.” She nodded as if she needed to push the point home. “Right now.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist and crushed her to my body as I stood. I didn’t wait for her to say another thing as I darted down the side steps of the stage, leaving the music playing over the system as I practically ran toward the main door.

Her laughter echoed around us, and I couldn’t help but grin at the sound. It had been so long since I’d heard the sound, and I knew then why she’d done this.

She was ready.

Ready for me.

Ready for us.

Chapter Fourteen