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Helen worked with her until she felt as if she could somewhat do the moves. Not exactly like Helen, but as close as she could get. Before they went on stage, Helen poured them each a shot. Not a big drinker, Janel coughed as the fiery liquid went down and then held the glass out for a refill.
She was feeling slightly buzzed as they walked onstage, another sexy song playing, and Janel tossed her hair back and let the music take over her movements.
CHAPTER 18
Dozer
“Who the hell is that?” Dozer asked from the doorway into the bar. He’d just spent a grueling few hours mapping things out for Saturday night with the executive members of the Kings when he should have been inside Janel. What his brothers were undertaking had the potential for good or could easily turn into something very bad. First, they had to get their shit in order and then they’d put it up for a vote with the entire club.
He still wasn’t sure he believed the demon asshole, but Prez did and that was all he needed. But with caution. If he smelled any hint of a setup, he’d shut the operation down.
He’d rather have been in his room with Janel. He’d come down stairs to get them food and Prez called him into the meeting. What she must think about him disappearing on her.
He couldn’t take his eyes off the woman on the stage. His cock hardened as she moved to the beat of the music. This was bad. Confusing. He didn’t want anyone but Janel, but evidently his dick had other ideas.
“I have no clue. We haven’t hired anyone new. Damn, I know who I’m fucking tonight,” Austin remarked, calling dibs. Since the age they started fucking women, they’d had a system. If one called dibs, the other backed off. Juvenile, but it worked for them. In this instance, he wasn’t so sure and that messed with his head.
He had Janel upstairs, her willing pussy waiting on him. Why the hell did this woman make him hard? Was this why men cheated? All he wanted was Janel but the proof was trying to force its way out of his pants. He also wanted her.
Dozer couldn’t take his eyes off her body. Two tiny triangles covered her nipples with strings holding it in place. One tied behind her neck and another behind her back. A long expanse of skin was on display between the top and the beginning of near-indecent bottoms. She turned, giving him a heart-stopping look at two perfect ass cheeks.
In a practiced move she flipped her hair back, turned with her chest pushed out and shook her tits. Before he even got a clear view of her face, recognition hit and he snapped.
“Stop looking at her,” he growled and marched to the stage. He’d know those tits anywhere and they weren’t for public consumption.
Why the hell was Janel on stage, wearing that, and moving her body so fucking seductively?
He wanted to shout for everyone to back the fuck up and quit looking at her. These men were his brothers, but he’d clock anyone who made a move or said a word to her.
At the base of the stage, he grabbed her legs and hefted her over his shoulder. Her shout of surprise and her demand to be put down didn’t stop him from storming out of the bar and up the stairs, a hand to her ass covering what he could.
Tiny hands pounded on his back like pesky flies for all the impact they had. At his bedroom, he opened the door, kicked it shut, and then tossed her on the bed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She brushed the hair out of her face and scowled up at him. Her fiery beauty was stunning. “What right do you have to carry me out of there like a Neanderthal?”
“You…” he started to say and her legs fell open. Of course his gaze went there and he couldn’t form another word or thought. She was wet. He could see it darkening the seam of those cheek-baring shorts she had on. Eyes tracking upward, even if he’d been able to stop his gaze from going to her heaving tits, he wouldn’t have. Each swell. Each creamy globe which fit his hands perfectly. His cock throbbed to be inside her again.
She had to still be sore. He had no idea how long it took a virgin to recover. His biggest fear was of hurting her and he’d already done that. He needed to calm the fuck down and not come on so strong, but he knew shit about slow and easy.
She saw the need on his face and used her arms and feet to scoot back on the bed. She reached around and untied the top, then pulled it over her head. Her tits sprang forward as if cheering for their freedom. He was cheering right along with them. His jaw clenched, thinking about the assholes who’d seen her downstairs. But not like this. Never would they lay eyes on her all spread out before him like a grand feast for the taking. His taking, and only his.
“I…I shouldn’t fuck you. It’s too soon.” Who was he kidding? The moment he saw her on that stage, his next thought was to get inside her. He wouldn’t allow that to happen, but he could give her pleasure.
“I should have known I can’t resist you. You’re too fucking tempting.”
His fingers slid up her thighs, beneath the hem of her shorts, and he tugged until they were off. His breath caught at the sight before him. So pink. So ripe. So wet. For him. All for him.
“Princess, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, then climbed on the bed, moving over her body until he could take her mouth.
She tasted of mint and whiskey. He nipped her bottom lip and she groaned before giving him her tongue to caress and suck. His hand ran down her flat stomach and over her mound before he opened her and caressed the swollen nub. Her hips lifted off the bed, wanting more. Knowing she craved his touch was a powerful emotion.
He dipped inside and drew moisture from within before continuing stroking her. “You’re drenched,” he said against her skin as he kissed down her neck to her chest and then reached his intended destination. He sucked on one of her nipples while he squeezed and caressed the other.
Her body arched off the bed as her hands pressed against the back of his head, drawing him closer. “You make me that way,” she purred.
“Damn straight,” he agreed as he sucked harder, even nipping her with his teeth.
She gasped and pulled on his hair. He was desperate to be inside her. His cock wept, but he’d get over it. Eventually.
