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I grip my seat even harder. “You’re so hot. It’s all I can do not to explode in my jeans, you’ve got my dick that hard. You always get me so hard.”
“Thank you, baby. You’re not so bad yourself. I’ve always had a thing for bad boys with tattoos.”
But it’s Tasha speaking, not Mia, a practiced line she’s probably used dozens of times before and it sounds flat. Is that who usually pays for her lap dances, men with tattoos? With her sweet looks, she must attract the worst kind of creeps.
Mia strokes her hand beneath my jaw. “I can feel you getting angry again. Just relax and try to enjoy yourself.”
“Stop being Tasha. Just be you.”
She goes still, a line forming between her brows and her eyes growing huge with worry. “I don’t want to be Mia right now.”
My hands lift to touch her, reassure her, but I have to drop them again, and I growl in frustration. “Mia’s who I want.”
There. I said it. I’m married to her mom and my life is a mess, but I want Mia.
Mia gazes at me with those huge eyes of hers, and I see past the makeup and stripper attitude to the vulnerable girl within. “I’m not supposed to want you, Laz.”
“I’m not supposed to want you, either. But I can’t stop thinking about you. Everywhere I go in that house I can feel you. I can taste you. It’s driving me crazy.”
Mia throws me a challenging look. “I thought you just wanted to make me miserable for fun.”
I do.
I did.
I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.
“I was angry. I was taking it out on you.”
“Now you want to take it out on me in a different way?”
My gaze slips down her body and I breathe, “Fuck, do I ever.”
“You’re so mad at Mom and your brothers so you want to screw me as a big fuck you to them,” she says.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
Mia scratches her nails through the short hairs at the nape of my neck. “I hate them too, Laz. So maybe I’ll let you fuck me because a big fuck you to them would feel pretty good. But if anyone finds out, we’re going to get in so much trouble.”
No shit. I’ll probably get beaten to death by her uncles. “I will. Not you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She strokes her fingers through my hair. “No one’s ever wanted to protect me before. Sometimes it feels like my family would be happier if I were dead.”
An icy hand grips my heart, and I wish I could tell her that’s not true, but she wouldn’t believe me, and I won’t lie to her. “Then keep on living out of sheer spite. Or just live because you’re beautiful, inside and out, and the world needs people like you.”
I need people like you.
I needyou.
She smiles, a real, beautiful smile that lights up her eyes.
I take a ragged breath. “Bambi, I want to kiss you so much.”
Mia leans close and runs her fingers over my lower lip, murmuring, “I bet you kiss real good.” She leans even closer and licks the scar at the corner of my mouth, and then runs her lower lip through her teeth like I’m delicious. “Mm. I’ve been aching to do that.”
I will lose my mind in a minute.
“Remember when you came on my fingers? Do that on my dick. Show me how beautiful you are.”
