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Jason laughed as the discomfort of confrontation settled in
him. She didn’t know the half of it yet. “What can I say? You had a profound
impact on me that night.”

She blinked and a little of the heat left her voice. “I
did?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t nearly as nervous after I met you. I focused
more on my moves because I wanted to impress you.”

“Damn. I was hoping you’d banged her.”

He’d sure wanted to. The fact he’d forgotten surprised him.
Somehow seeing her night after night had eased the need to have her. No. He’d
faltered a couple times but that wasn’t a story he was ready to share with
Tyler—at least not with Jeanie sitting right beside them.

For the most part he’d channeled his lust to every other
woman around him. “Mike was always a protective son of a bitch with you.”

“Yeah. I didn’t always appreciate his methods.” A sexy blush
darkened her cheeks. “Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened on some of
those nights if he hadn’t been such a guard dog.”

Nights? Which nights? The need to know overwhelmed him but
he backed off the urge to ask. That was a long time ago. Another lifetime.
Before she’d met the love of her life and moved on.

“Well, I’d better get back to Sheila before she comes over
and stabs Goose with her knitting needles.” Jeanie looked at Tyler. “Watch
yourself around her. You moving in on Mira isn’t making her too happy.”

“What the fuck business is it of hers?”

“What can I say? She’s Mira’s Mike.” Sheila stood gracefully
and squeezed Jason’s shoulder. “It’s always good to remember those days, isn’t
it?”

“Yeah. It is.”

She walked away and Jason took a few deep breaths to knock
the notions making him drunk with desire. Jeanie still mourned Dan’s death even
though it’d been a couple of years since his passing.

The man had been like a brother to Jason. He had no business
thinking what he did about Jeanie.

“He’d want her to be happy, man.”

“Whatever.” Jason chose deflection to counter the emotions
churning away inside him. “And what the fuck were you doing mentioning hooking
up in front of her? That’s fucked up.”

“What can I say? I call it like I see it. Everyone hooks up
on their first night. It’s part of the initiation.”

“Bullshit. Are you saying you hooked up on yours?”

“Of course. It’s always about the hookup.”

“You really are high on Viagra if you think you hooked up
after your competition. You were sixteen and not even legal to be there.
There’s no way you got with someone.”

“Shows what you know.” Tyler leaned back in his seat and
looked at Jason. “I normally don’t kiss and tell but I think you need to hear
this, son.”

* * * * *

Tyler couldn’t believe it. He’d won.

And the women. His dick hardened as he recalled their hands
on him. Their eyes had stripped the lone piece of clothing hiding his dick from
them. They’d wanted him.

More importantly, he wanted them. There was nothing hotter
in the world than an aroused woman.

“You know I’d hire you right now if I could, man. You’ve
gotta come back in a couple of years.” The manager looked grim. “You aren’t
even supposed to be in here right now.”

Tyler cast an apologetic glance at the man but let the guilt
go unspoken. So he was sixteen. It was only a number. He’d lived his life more
than most twenty-year-olds had and he doubted there was much a couple years
could teach him, but whatever.

He’d come back in two years. It was worth the wait.

For a hell of a lot of reasons he loathed the two-year wait.
This had been a diversion—a path away from the bullshit he dealt with but
didn’t think about. Thinking about it meant that it mattered, it was a defining
facet of his character. And he wasn’t letting that self-righteous son of a
bitch define anything.

Fuck it. He’d taken sixteen years of bullshit. What was a
couple more? At least he’d held his ground lately, refused to be the timid,
cornered mouse.

Over the years he’d tried many forms of mental escape. If he
didn’t focus on the day-to-day drama unfolding around him it was more
tolerable. Naturally what he tried had varying degrees of success.

Without a doubt women were his preferred diversion. He loved
everything about them—their scent, taste, the way they felt beneath him, on him
or anywhere around him. And that glazed-over expression they got in their eyes
right before they came.

Fuck yeah. He got hard just thinking about it.

When he’d heard about the amateur competitions here he knew
it was a sign. Getting paid to entertain women? Challenge accepted.

So he’d wait—hit the gym a little harder, work on his moves.
By the time he hit this place again he’d own the fucking stage and all the
lovely ladies around it.

He wound around the tables and headed out the exit, making a
hard right through an alley to shortcut to the parking lot he’d left his dad’s
Ford in. Glancing at his watch was second nature when he thought of the man.
Four a.m. chores waited for no man—even if he’d been out late the night before
trying to get a job his dad would never understand.

“Hey there.”

The voice startled Tyler but he tried to play it cool, even
though his heart hammered in his chest. He backed away from the darkened corner
to his left slightly until his eyes adjusted enough to see a sexy woman wearing
a snug black dress. Long, long legs he could easily imagine wrapped around him
were on full display—as were gorgeous tits he knew would spill over if he
cupped them.

“Hey.”

“Did I startle you?”

Yeah. “Nah. You out here getting some fresh air?”

“I was hoping to get a little more than that.” She held out
her hand and smiled. He stepped closer and could now see her long brunette hair
tumbled down her shoulders.

Blood rushed to his cock as her words sank in. He edged closer
until her hand wrapped around his and he surrendered to her silent pull. She
smelled like honey and would no doubt taste just as good.

Her hand ran down his chest as her voice lowered. Her hot
breath on his neck seemed to spiral down his spine and wrap around until it
gripped his dick and squeezed.

Oh man, that was her hand. He tried to play it cool but the
groan couldn’t be helped. He braced his hands on the wall behind her and
pivoted his hips into the steely grip of her hand as she started pumping his
shaft.

“When you took the stage and started to dance I got really
sad,” she whispered.

“Why?” He’d wanted to make the ladies happy. If he’d done
something wrong he needed to know and fix it next time.

“I’d hoped you weren’t that good but you were.” Her finger
ran along the tip of his cock. “Now I’ll have to share you with everyone and
I’d hoped to have you all to myself for a while.”

She clearly hadn’t figured out he was too young to take a
job here. Tyler didn’t give a shit about that right now. All that mattered was
that magical hand working him with such ease he was surprised he hadn’t shot
off already. But she squeezed the base of his dick real hard and kissed his
neck.

“Lesson one—always give them a good time before you get
yours. That’ll make them come back again and again.” She grinned. “Are you as
good on your knees offstage as you were on?”

He’d always been told it was best to back up your words with
actions. He rested his hands on her waist and kissed the swell of her breasts.
When he ran his hands up to cup them she tsked and pushed on his shoulders.

“Next time, big boy.”

He fell to his knees and ran his hands down her legs while
he leaned in and kissed her just above the knee. He trailed light kisses up her
inner thigh until he reached the hem of her dress.

Fear threaded with need and knocked his brain around a few
times. What if they got caught? The small alley was an obvious cut-through—more
importantly, the back door to the club opened up to it. As Tyler contemplated
the possibility of discovery his dick ached.

It’d been just like this when he’d taken Jenny behind the
bleachers after the game a couple weeks ago. This was more intense though. If
he’d gotten caught then he’d have just been patted on the back by the coach and
sent along his way. Nothing much happened to the quarterback during the season.

But tonight was different. Serious consequences. Yet his
body was on fire as his hands pushed the hem of her dress higher on her
gorgeous thighs.

Realization shifted him into action. The potential for
getting caught turned him on. He licked her inner thigh and felt her body
tremble under his hands. Her fingers threaded through his hair and tugged hard
until he ceded to her will and moved upward. Her arousal permeated his nostrils
and his mind blanked to everything but satisfying her. Soft moans and labored
breaths filled his hearing.

She straddled his shoulder with her leg and her hip to help
stabilize her. He flicked his tongue along her wet pussy lips and groaned as
the taste flooded his senses. He’d happily spend all night hearing her soft
gasps and feel her trembling as he licked her.

“Harder.”

He parted her lips with his free hand and lapped at her
clit.

“A little higher,” she groaned as she pulled on his head to
guide him. “Suck it.”

His dick hardened at the commanding tone. He thrust a finger
into her wet pussy and listened intently to her whispered commands. He obeyed
and observed her responses, savoring the way her pussy clenched his fingers as
he fucked her pussy faster and deeper.

She’d feel good around his dick.

He groaned when she started coming and used his thumb to rub
her clit as he tasted her pussy. Need spiraled through him as she rode his
face. Her weight pressed on him. Her ragged breathing withdrew his focus from
the gorgeous view of her sex so near his face. A siren blared in the distance
and his heart pounded wildly as he recalled their location.

She pulled on his hair. “We’re not done. Stand up.”

He ran his hands up her body as he pressed against her. His
breath mingled with hers a moment. Pleasure shot to where her hand worked his
dick, gripping and pumping in the same heated glide she’d used earlier.

“Fuck me. I’m not going to be happy until I feel this
gorgeous cock in me.”

He groaned and waited as she sheathed him with a condom that
seemed to appear from nowhere. Damn. He hadn’t even been thinking along those
lines.

“Always glove up, baby,” she whispered.

Good idea. He positioned her legs around him as he slid into
her hot channel. The heat wrapped around him like a glove. He savored the
clenching of her pussy as he exited and the tightness when he thrust back in.

“Faster. Harder. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

He groaned at the reminder and nibbled on her ear. “I’d be
okay with that as long as I can finish. They can watch.”

She sighed. “I knew you were a naughty one.”

“You have no idea.” He fucked her harder, deeper until his
balls tightened. He reached between them and rubbed her clit.

“You’re a quick learner.”

“I aim to please.”

His release came on the heel of hers. Her pussy clenched his
dick like a vise. He pounded into her and rode the waves of pleasure
overwhelming him.

Exhaustion plagued his limbs when reality returned. A soft
sigh escaped her parted lips. With the rush of adrenaline and desire gone he
wasn’t sure what to do next. Normally he’d kiss the girl and take her home. Or
walk her back to wherever she’d been. This was new terrain though.

This woman was older. Hotter. More than he’d been ready to
deal with. He pulled away and took a few deep breaths as she adjusted her
dress.

“You’re even better than I’d hoped.” She ran her hands down
his face. “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you.” He rested his forehead on hers.
“I don’t even know your name.”

“Then we’re even.” She kissed his cheek. “Next time we’ll
see what you’re willing to do to get that name.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Her gaze wandered over him a few times before she chuckled
and ran her hand along his cheek. “Okay, little cowboy-in-training, here’s
lesson two for you. There never is a next time.”

“What?”

“Most of us aren’t looking for marriage material here. We’re
looking for a good time. And your sole job is to give us that good time.” She
folded her arms around herself and sighed. “Look, you’re a sweet kid. This
business will chew you up if you get emotionally invested in every encounter.
Enjoy the free rides, cowboy, and then keep moving. It’s the only way to make
it to the top ’cause you certainly have the goods to get there.”

Shock riddled him mute as she edged past him and walked away
as though they hadn’t just upended his world. He’d had the best fuck of his
admittedly short life and he didn’t even know her name.

All because she’d seen him dance.

Fuck yeah. This was what he wanted to do. Her advice flowed
through him, sank into the recesses of his mind as the divine gospel according
to whoever she was. It made sense and he was all for not getting his heart
fucked over. Yeah, she was right.

“And that, my son, is how you score the first night.”

“Bullshit.”

“What can I say? I’ve got game.”

“You’ve got dementia.”

“Tomato.
Tomahto.
All I know is a little more Rico in
your Suave and you’d have Titanium crawling away from here with his tail
between his legs because Jeanie would be all over you like white on rice.”

“Nah. I couldn’t do that to Dan. Besides, I’m in that friend
zone.”

“Whatever.”

Back in the day there’d only been one zone—pleasure. Of
course, they’d worked their asses off to get the right to be in the position to
command attention.

Jason looked around for a moment to make sure no one else
could hear the confession he’d safeguarded for years. “You know I have.”

“Have what? Issues? Man, I think everyone knows that.”

“I’ve hooked up with Jeans.”

“Maverick, buddy, I knew that years ago. Hell, the way you
two look at each other and shit I think half the place can figure out there’s
some deep waters there.”

They might be deep but they’d been still for too long. The
stagnancy had suffocated most of the heat between them. His dick hardened just
remembering the first time they came together.

“So, you gonna tell me when it happened?”

* * * * *

The vehicle pulled to a smooth stop and loomed before Jason
just like its owner—sleek and hot. He suppressed the sigh when Jeanie exited
and cast a smile his direction.

“Need a ride?”

Parts of him were ready for an entirely different kind of
ride but as the new kid on the proverbial block he couldn’t go down whatever
road she was willing to travel. He’d never been the type to rely on others.
Having car troubles he couldn’t handle sucked on all sorts of levels.

The fact he’d called the club in an act of desperation to
talk to the dance manager Dan was embarrassing enough. The fact she’d made the
decision to help him out intensified his anxiety even more. He wanted to be the
cool dude everyone wanted to hang with—not the loser with the dud car and no
cash to fix it.

“Hey, Jeans.”

Her eyes closed to small almond-shaped slivers of annoyance
that made his blood surge. “I should leave your ass here for calling me that
horrid name.”

“It’s cute.”
Just like you.

She harrumphed her way to him in a display of protest he
found endearing. Several months had passed since his tryout night and she’d
become one of the things about his day he enjoyed the most.

He showed up early every day to chat with her, help her lug
ice from the back to the bar. They swapped stories of growing up, the nights
before and just about anything else to kill the time before the club hit its
full swing.

“Any idea what the problem is?”

He shook his head. “Afraid not.”

She looked at the car for a moment, then at him. “Well I
could pretend to know what the hell I’m doing and look under the hood so you
can check out my ass. Or we could go grab a beer somewhere. Your call.”

The forthrightness made him want her even more. “You always
have a way with words, Jeans.” He pretended to peruse her body for a few
seconds, even though he’d already memorized every delectable inch of her.

She’d worn the snug jeans he enjoyed the most, along with a
cute red-and-black top that accentuated her gorgeous cleavage. A man could get
lost in her and never seek rescue.

“Let’s go.” Her decision severed the lustful thoughts he’d
been wandering through. Flustered by the obvious ogling he’d just given her, he
got into her car without a word.

They drove for a few minutes before she broke the silence.
“You’re cute when you get embarrassed.”

Cute wasn’t how he wanted her to perceive him but it didn’t
matter. She was Mike’s and Dan’s right hand—ran the bar with an iron fist that
both the manager and dance manager appreciated. He might as well lock his cock
and balls in the vise himself if he messed with her because there was zero
doubt those two would do it if they got wind.

And they got wind of everything.

“I hope you don’t ever call me that around the guys. They’d
give me shit for a week over it.”

She laughed. “I’ll have to remember that tomorrow night.
Thursdays get so dull.” She flashed a wicked grin that burned a trail of need
clear to his balls. “Tell me, Maverick, how you liking the club so far?”

Heat rose in his cheeks when she used his new stage name.
He’d been trying out a few lately but that one seemed to work the best for the
ladies. “It’s awesome. I’ve got a lot to learn. I’ve got some new moves I want
to work on.”

“Oh yeah? Well, from what some of the girls have been
whispering to me over a few too many drinks you’ve got some pretty slick moves
already.” The shock resonating in him must’ve shown on his face. She laughed, a
deep, true sound that made him smile. “Ah. Another lesson you must learn, my
fine, sexy friend. The bartender always hears all about the adventures a
regular has with a dancer. It’s why so many avoid them.”

Plus it hurt the tips. Dan and the other guys had warned
him. Not that he’d listened all that much on a few nights.

They wheeled into the club and Jason looked around the
barren parking lot as they headed in. “Free beer?”

She shrugged. “Why the hell not?”

A few moments later they’d made it into the interior of the
club. It seemed larger without people. He headed toward the bar but she stopped
him with a hand on his chest.

“I see that part of the club way more than I should. Head to
one of the VIP booths and I’ll bring some beers over.”

The “booths” were actually long leather sectional sofas,
wide and perfect for lounging. Dancing. Fucking. The possibilities surged lust
through him. He settled into a booth and watched her bring a pail of iced-down
beers over to the table and set them down. Christ, she was hot. “I didn’t want
to have to grab more.”

“I like how you think.”

They had a couple of sips and she scooted closer to him. Her
breath fell across his neck. There was only so much temptation a man could take
and he’d almost reached his limit.

“You know one thing I really like about this booth in
particular?”

“What’s that?” His voice was threaded with arousal. He took
another swig of his beer, as though the cold liquid would absolve him of the
sins he was about to commit if she didn’t move back a few inches and let him
breathe anything but her sweet floral scent.

Her hand ran up his thigh and squeezed halfway up. “When
Mike and the guys forget to close the curtain all the way—and they always
forget—I can see exactly what’s happening here.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Some nights I get downright jealous and bitter when I
see a woman’s hands running along your back and across your thighs. Touching,
stroking.”

The “your” made his dick hard instantly. He leaned closer
and inhaled her scent. “You can touch me anytime you want to, baby.”

Negativity slithered around in his mind—a gut-wrenching need
to end whatever this was before it started. But the heat of her palm when she
lifted his shirt and touched his stomach called to another, stronger necessity
a few inches down from where her fingers splayed possessively.

He closed his eyes and tasted her lips with his even though
he wasn’t sure which of them had closed the distance. Mint and beer.

She straddled him and took control of the kiss, severing it
long enough to tug his shirt over his head and fling it to the side. A grin lit
up her face when she did the same thing with hers.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her skin was soft beneath his touch
as he traced her bra along the swell of her breasts. He dragged her up and
toward him so he could lick her there, taste the sweet flesh he’d thought about
way too much.

It wasn’t enough.

He wanted to bare her fully, spread her legs and claim her
taste on his tongue. Situating her beside him, he stood and reached for her
jeans. She thrust her hips upward, allowing him to slide them down her gorgeous
thighs. He paused to pay a small homage to the juncture of her thighs. She
shivered when his fingers slid along her panty. He pulled that down along with
the pants until she kicked them free.

His skin burned beneath her touch, his dick ached with a
need to sink balls-deep into her but he wasn’t about to look like the randy
punk who just crawled off the playground. Not with Jeans.

He scooted out of reach when she made a move for his zipper.
One touch of her hands or lips to his dick and it would be all over. Kneeling
between her legs, he made small circles along her inner thighs, enjoying the
way her skin responded to his touch.

“You aren’t playing fair,” she whined. “I said I wanted to
touch you.”

“Soon.” He draped her leg on his shoulder and pulled on her
hips until she was lying fully down in the booth. Thank goodness they were open
and allowed for movement and positioning easily enough.

He bared her gorgeous breasts and admired the sultry flutter
of her eyelids when they closed. The slight part of her full lips made his dick
throb. She moaned with each touch, each pinch and lick across her stomach, her
nipples.

He sucked a hardened bud into his mouth and watched her eyes
widen as the impact of sensation from his tongue and teeth working in gentle
tandem struck fully. Responsive women were always the most fun to play with and
Jason knew without a doubt she’d be the best he’d ever had.

Her hands ran across his shoulders, urging him downward with
each move of her body. Blazing a trail down her stomach, he pushed on her inner
thighs until her legs parted fully for him. He held her there, locked in place
for his pleasure as his tongue ran across her wet slit.

The evidence of her arousal flared heat through him until it
burned in his cock. “Damn, I could do this all night. You taste too good.”

She groaned. “Don’t taunt me, Jase.”

He pulled her pussy lips open with one hand as he slid a
finger into her wet pussy with the other. A couple of flicks of his tongue
across her clit and her body tensed. He slowed down, focused on slowly fucking
her with a couple fingers instead. She was close to the edge and he wasn’t
willing to let her fall over yet.

Her fingers dug into the booth’s material and her body
quivered beneath his ministrations. He stroked her slick lips and watched the
pleasure flicker across her face. She writhed and moaned as he pressed the pad
of his thumb to her clit.

Jeanie arched, her body quaked under the current of release
he swept her into. His dick throbbed with each clench of her pussy against his
fingers. The jeans riding low on his hips were now too snug but he had no
intention of rushing. Limp limbs ceded to his will as he maneuvered her so he
could cover her with his body, feel the skin-on-skin contact.

“Wow. That was pretty awesome.”

“I’ve just gotten started.”

“On the contrary.” She wound her legs and arms around him.
“I’ve just gotten started.”

She shifted her weight and even though Jason couldn’t have
considered it possible, she managed to roll him off the sofa until they
collapsed in a heap of limbs. Their laughter mingled as she claimed his mouth
and straddled his waist.

She ran her fingers across his shoulder where it had
impacted the floor. She pulled away just enough for her words to fall against
his lips. “You might have a bruise to explain tomorrow.”

“I’ll just tell them some sexy woman had her way with me.”

She sat up and pressed her weight against his crotch until
his dick was in agony. Warm hands massaged their way down his chest and hovered
over his zipper. “Oh really? Then I’ll make sure to give you one hell of a
story to share.”

Although the words were spoken with her usual teasing tone,
Jason cupped her cheek and drew her closer so he could feather his promise
across her lips in a whisper. “I’d never do that to you, Jeans.”

She shivered against him. Her demeanor shifted, softened as
though he’d drawn back a layer of her defenses and he was seeing a new side to
the woman he’d craved more than the air escaping him in labored breaths. The
connection, the chemistry strengthened with each touch, each merging of their
bodies.

Suddenly he wished to hell it wasn’t happening at the club.
She deserved better than a rut on the floor. All thoughts swooshed from his
mind when she undid his jeans and pried them down his hips.

His dick sprang free, throbbing with the newfound exposure.
He reached to tweak her nipples but she batted his hands away. “Just relax.
Watch.”

She sat up on her knees and brought her hand between her
legs. A foreign sound rumbled from somewhere deep in him when she coated her
fingers with her arousal and ran them along his shaft.

“Close your eyes.” She moaned. “God I love your cock. It’s
going to feel so good inside me.”

The world ended right then. All that existed was her firm
hand pumping his slickened dick. His balls tightened, his muscles tensed. The
sensation halted.

He looked up and saw her grinning as she reached for his
jeans. “You a responsible boy scout, Jase?”

Huh?

She fished through his pockets and wallet until she guffawed
and retracted a condom. “Good going, stud. Now we can really get this party
going.”

She rolled it on with a proficiency that made the jealous
son of a bitch in him pissed off. Thinking of her with other men shouldn’t
bother him but it did. The foreign emotion churned, flaring into a beast he
knew he’d have to push aside and deal with later.

Her wet heat engulfed him, squeezing as she seated herself
on his hardened shaft. He growled and grabbed her hips but her hands covered
his, a gentle reminder that she’d decided to set the pace.

She guided his hands up and down her body, allowing him to
pause long enough to roll her nipples between his fingers. Between their
fingers. Her eyes drifted shut and she rode him faster, harder.