She purses her lips. “The girls who’ve been with him say they’re really bad under his clothes. They talk about the guys a lot; I wasn’t seeking out this info. Anyway, his legs seem to be the worst. And in case you haven’t noticed, they’re not here to look beneath the surface. This is a good time for them. Not to mention, Axle isn’t exactly very approachable, in case you haven’t noticed.”
Good. I won’t have to fight for his attention if I’m the only one who is into him. Sucks that they like perfect, pretty boys. Because none of these guys are perfect, pretty boys.
“Where are you going?” Eve calls out to me, but I’m already heading up the steps to the room to change.
As soon as I’m locked inside, I strip out of the cupcake shirt and find the sexiest dress I own. It barely covers my ass, which is the point. I’m supposed to look like a stripper.
But only one guy gets a lap dance.
The black dress stops high on my thighs, and the high heels give me a couple of inches of height. I let my hair down from the ponytail, happy to see it didn’t have time to get that annoying little ring/bump.
When I’m sure I look scandalous, I turn and walk back out, shutting the door behind me, and strut like a badass down the stairs.
One guy blocks my path on my way to Axle, and I peer up as he leers down.
“Five seconds to remove yourself before I make you wish you weren’t a man,” I tell him sweetly.
That lazy grin of his flattens to a thin line.
“Excuse me?” he growls.
Sledge is suddenly at my side, appearing from thin air. His name needs to be Ghost.
“Axle’s old lady,” Sledge tells the guy, whose eyes widen noticeably.
I go with it, and step around him like it’s the truth. Axle barely looks up at me when I come to stand right beside him. Sail starts playing as if it knew I needed the right mood music to pull this off.
Axle looks away, then his eyes dart back to me again, surprised, as he tilts his head and runs his eyes over my body and leans back. His gaze drifts up to connect with mine again, and he arches an eyebrow as if to ask what I’m waiting for.
His eyes spark with intrigue as I step in between his legs, and he relaxes in his seat as his lips twitch. A few gazes swing my way, but the only pair of eyes that I’m concerned about are the pale ones that are trained on me right now.
I start moving my body to the beat of the music, my eyes still locked on his as he sips his beer, watching me the way he watches me get dressed. The way he constantly watches me is the thing that has kept me chasing so long.
It’s also what squashes his sexual preference debate for me.
I move closer, and my legs brush the insides of his. He takes another long drag off his beer, eyes hooded and intense as I continue to move with the music. His gaze dips to where the dress has a long slit down the middle, exposing the sides of my breasts down to my navel where the slit stops.
Since he’s not pushing me away, I lean over, grabbing the chair on either side of his head. Our lips are so close that I can feel his breath, and he puts his beer down on the table beside him.
His hands come up, grabbing my hips, and the touch courses through my entire body like liquid fire inside my veins. He lifts me and pulls me down on him until I’m straddling his lap.
I don’t know if anyone is watching, and I don’t care as I grind against him, finding incredible friction against his very hard erection. My dress rides up, giving him peeks at the black lacy underwear he saw me put on this morning.
His gaze drops to there, to where our bodies are connecting as I continue to gyrate my hips. His hands slide to my ass, and I bite down on my bottom lip as he squeezes it through the dress and pulls me even closer.
I swing my hair over one shoulder, keeping with the whole stripper persona, and glide my hands down to his shoulders. His grip on me tightens as he leans over. His breath whispers across the bare skin of my neck as he reaches my ear.
“Thought you were done chasing,” he says in his sex-rumble voice.
I shudder against him, my grip tightening on his shoulders as I tilt my head to the side, completely exposing my neck to him. When his lips connect with the sensitive skin there, it feels like flames start licking over me as heat washes through my body.