Page 6 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Bodyguard

“Alright, huh?” he smiled at me showing off a gold tooth with a pirate face on it. Weird choice, but whatever.

I shrugged. “Heard you were getting sucked off.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I was in the VIP room. We got some angels in there, man.” He studied me a little more. “You ain’t real dark. You got a white daddy or mama?”

I gave him a look to get the point across that I didn’t like him asking me that question. But I answered him. “Parents are both Black. One grandparent was white.”

“We could use a few more Black guys,” he whispered to me. “The club’s diverse, but it could be more so. About half the guys are white, maybe fifteen percent Hispanic, and then the rest of us are Black.”

“No racists?”

He grinned without mirth. “You know how that fucking goes. I’d say no, but you never can tell.”

“That’s the truth.”

He cocked his head. “What are you most interested in besides club business and making money?”

“Pussy,” I said, feeling weird. I was absolutely not the guy I was portraying myself to be, but I had to get into that VIP room, get Jessica Fletcher out somehow, and get out of here before the Gray Bones tried to run a train or some shit on Nadine. Reynolds would get himself killed trying to protect her.

He laughed then, and it was genuine. “Ain’t we all? Well, come on back with me. I don’t usually bring any but the most interested prospects in here, but I like you. I’ll make an exception. Of course, final say goes to Skeeter. He’s our prez.” He looked a little nervous, like he was scared of Skeeter. It was not a scary MC kind of name, so I was surprised that a guy as big and tough as this one was scared of him.

Thank God he was taking me to the VIP room. Now, I just had to figure out a way to get Jessica Fletcher out of there. “You taking me to your VIP room? Or champagne room? Don’t know what y’all call it.

“We don’t serve no fucking champagne. Lines of Coke? Yes. Beer and whiskey? For sure. But champagne? Hell, no.”

I grinned and followed Zeke to the door he’d come out of earlier. He pushed it open and allowed me to enter first. I scanned the room, taking in all the sights as I’d been trained to do. There were women everywhere. Most of them were either sucking off or fucking guys. I saw more than one woman riding a man’s dick, tits bouncing, and I tried not to get turned on. It was hard, though. Literally.

Ha. Reynolds would like that joke.

The women were prettier than I expected. They looked less strung out than the dancers and servers in the rest of the club. Of course, they had nothing on the women at Sugar.

And then I saw her. Jessica Fletcher. There was no doubt she was Nadine’s sister. She looked just like her. Yes, her big, thick hair was blonde instead of brown, her big doe eyes were blue instead of brown, and even with her stripper shoes on as she worked the pole in the center of the room, she couldn’t be more than five-five.

But it was her. She had Nadine’s build. Large, natural tits, big ripe ass, muscular thighs. Goddamn. She was something to behold. Nowshelooked like she belonged at Sugar. I shook my head. Poor girl had been working back here five years. I had to get her out.

Our eyes met across the room, and a weird little zing went through me as I saw her take me in. Her eyes roamed over my body and stopped on my dick. She purposely licked her lips and undulated her hips as if she was fucking me.

Fuck. I was getting hard. I didn’t want to get hard thinking about Nadine’s twenty-three-year-old sister.

“You like her? That’s Jess. She’s got the best mouth you’ll ever feel and the best goddamn pussy ever.”

My eyes widened.

“Seriously, man,” he said as if he thought I didn’t believe him. “She’s grade A snatch. You want her?” He looked around. “Normally Skeeter don’t allow nobody else to fuck her, but she sucks guys off half the night every night.” He grinned at me, gold tooth sparkling, and said, “But Skeeter ain’t here, and I like watching. So, you can fuck her.” He clapped me on the back.

“No, that’s fine. I’ll just look tonight.”

He snorted. “Fuck that.” He whistled and the music turned down. “Jess, come on over. I’ve got someone I want you to fuck.”

Damn. I’d thought he was going to say someone I want you to meet. They didn’t beat around the bush around here.

Also literally. Jeez. What was wrong with me? I needed to quit using clichés that could easily turn naughty.

“Gladly,” Jess, who I was glad not to have to call Jessica Fletcher, intoned. She had a low, raspy voice that was fucking sexy. She walked over to me with deliberate strides. She looked like Nadine, but she sure as hell didn’t act like her. Nadine had a sweetness to her that was easy to see. But this woman? She was pure sex. I swallowed hard.

“Sit down,” Zeke said. “Like I said, I like to watch.” He looked at me. “And I ain’t gay or nothing, but you’re a good-looking man. Wouldn’t mind watching you with her.”

Oh, fuck. I looked around desperately. Was I going to end up having to fuck Nadine’s little sister? What the absolute hell? I’d never be able to look her, Reynolds, or Nadine in the eyes again.