Six

Xander Hayes

I walked away from Leah into the alleyway and made my way into the cub. A popular International music started blaring through the speakers, rattling the ground beneath my feet. That meant the show was about to start.

Before the door slammed shut, I glanced over my shoulder to take in Leah's appearance. Her burnt-ruffled locks tumble over her shoulders complimenting that little green dress she had on. Damn.

No wonder those men were on her like that. It was just a thin scrap of satin that showed up every indentation of her body. Every point, down to the pinprick nipples of her prefect globes that rose and fell to her every breath. That dress on her was sexy as fuck, I had to will my dick to settle with every move she made, even as I had her lock against the wall. And if I had to do that, I don't even want to think what all those pussy depraved, blue-balled men surrounding her would’ve done if I didn't step in.

When I saw her car and heard the commotion outside I knew she was in trouble. And I knew exactly what landed her there. That mouth on her.

What the hell was she thinking? I didn't have to ask that question. I knew she was a curious little thing by the look in her eyes, but to think she'd put herself in danger like this? I would laugh at her spiritedness if this wasn't so serious. The girl actually thought I did drugs, me?

She'd only been back for two days and was already a pain in my ass. I can't get a break after a shift? I hope she knew we would have a talk tomorrow. She can't pull shit like this and pretend like it didn't happen.

I winded a path around the dim seating area below the stage where the men were gathering. The women sauntered in, tits of all shapes and sizes spilled out in every direction, camel toes on display as if we were in Australia. Some deliberately brushed against me, making it clear that they were ready for picking. But there was only one pair of tits that I trusted not to have a disease in this club and that was Amelia Blanche's. 

My move to this side of France wasn't easy but once I got here, we happened to bump into each other at a coffee shop and her refreshing personality compelled me to befriend her. She only served drinks in this club and had a no-touching policy, unlike the other girls. And it stayed that way thanks to the owner- her brother. She was smart and pretty enough to talk to, with just a shitty past as mine to know we would only be friends. If that's the word people use nowadays.

I spun the knob on the door to the employee quarters to find Amy sitting on her bed with her back turned to me. Her raven hair was up in a sleek ponytail, the only partition she had on her body was a flimsy white lingerie.

"Is the wine queen gone now?" She asked over her shoulder. I chuckled at the nickname she made for Leah when I told her I started at Lavigne.

"I hope so." I admitted. “Because if her father so much as thinks I was the reason she was here-"

"Well in that case, why didn't you invite her in?” Amy got to her feet and sauntered over to me, she shedded my jacket in an instant and my buttons were next to go. I smiled down at her, allowing the fabric to come free in her hand.

“She'd never go blabbing to her father then, not when you're the best at what you do." She continued.

I kept quiet, trying my best not to think about Leah. I needed to take care of this major hard-on and having her in my head seemed like a bad idea. Not when just her presence alone got me hot.

Swallowing hard, Amy trained her eyes on my body as she started on my bottom half. Her hand tightened around my throbbing erection and I drew in a breath. "I doubt she would though. She doesn't have it in her."

It's amazing how she was working me so well while talking about another girl. As the words left her mouth, my mind sank into a dark perverted vision. One where Leah was lying wrapped up in Amy's body, rigid from the fervent kisses she was stringing around her neck and chest. Does she have that in her? Was she that brave? Who was I kidding? Knowing Peter, she probably wasn't even touched yet.

I brushed away the hair from her neck, sinking my fingers in her skin, trying to focus on the woman in front of me and not the one who was in my mind unwelcomed. “Why don’t you use your mouth for something else tonight?”

“Why should I? You took so long to come to me.” A wry smile toyed at her lips.

I grabbed her tighter and pulled her to me. “But you know I'm always worth the wait.”

A fire ignited in her eyes, and I knew exactly what was coming. We've done this so many times before for me not to. And she knew what I liked, how I liked it. She gripped the waist of my pants, pulling me to the edge of the bed and dropped in front of me. Her forehead edged the base of my shaft, before rubbing me and dragging my pants and boxers down in one go. I held my hand up before she got the chance to touch me. 

"You're greedy Amy. I might not feed you tonight." I caught her chin in my hand, prying her lips apart with my finger. "Leave them just like this." And she did.

My shaft grew harder, tightening at the sight. I loved seeing her like that, ready and willing, waiting for me to slide in her mouth. I grabbed hold of her shoulder tightly, edging closer to her lips, my eyes drifted shut, anticipating the sensation.

Then a pair of lips flashed through my mind and not the ones about to be wrapped around me. My eyes snapped open, my hand tightened on Amy's for a completely different reason now. Then her face trickled into my memories and I completely stalled.

I knew Leah could be dangerous but I had no idea how much. I have never had a problem with smashing Amy, I loved it actually so what the fuck was happening right now?

I shove that away, trying to get satiation. Then I realized, I was in the mood for one thing, my head knew it, my dick knew it. But my dick was pointing right up the hill to Lavigne Vineyard. I knew it the moment I saw Leah in that thigh high dress, I wanted her, but I didn't know how much. Untl now.

When I didn't loosen my grip, Amy frowned up at me. "What is it?"

I opened my mouth to say something but a knock at the door stopped me.

"Who is it?"

"There's some crazy chick outside screaming your name." A voice replied.

Fuck!  I was hoping it wasn't Leah, that she listened to me and went straight home, but I knew better. 

"I wonder who that could be." Amy chided, dragging herself up on the bed.

I gave her a look before pulling up my pants and underwear in one go, fixing myself so my dick wasn’t visible, for Leah’s sake and mine. I don’t know how she’d react if she saw it, how I would, because the thought of seeing her after imagining her mouth wrapped around me was stirring something deep, intense.

I threw on a shirt and went to the door. Joe, one of the bouncers, was on the other side. He tilted his head towards the back door. I headed straight there, bracing myself for what other accusations she had to hurl at me but what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks.

Leah was sitting on the ramp of the delivery area in the alley. Her head was down but I didn't have to see those jade eyes to know that she was crying. My stomach flipped, did one of those guys touch her again?

"My car is gone." She said softly.

And just like that, my body rebooted. "That's…. too bad." 

"Too bad? You have no idea how much that car meant to me. I had it since-" She looked up at me and let's just say, I'd be six feet under if she had any say about it.

I couldn't say anything else, especially when she caused it herself. I can't say it wasn't expected either.

"What do you expect? Most of the men around here are either fresh out of prison or heading straight there. Did you think you could leave a car worth millions parked so carelessly?"

"You did." She spat, damn. Her voice blasted a chill right through me, she sounded like Peter, I was almost impressed. Then her body deflated. "Fine, I'll fix it." She took her phone out and began punching in some numbers. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm calling the police." She stated that as if it was written in neon ink before us. 

"No, you're not." I moved closer to snatch the phone from her ears and ended the call. "That wouldn't be wise considering who your father is." It's a no brainer when it comes to my self preservation. If she calls the police, the police come here, they call her father, her father calls me.

"Okay." She slumped. "How am I going to get home?"

I chuckled derisively. "You should've thought about that before you followed me all the way out here." 

Her eyes widened as she flew up from her spot. "Are you really going to let me walk? In the dark? Because that's what I'll do if you don't take me home."

The rosy scent of her perfume punched me in the gut, even though she was about a feet below me. "Don't be dramatic."

"Then take me home." She folded her hands in defiance and despite who she was, I was tempted to drag her back to Amelia's room and spank that ass red for her attitude. 

We stood there in a glacial silence, Leah getting more daring by the second. Shit. 

If I left her out here, she really was going to shout my name the whole night, or worse, get into more trouble. There was no other option.

"Come with me." I walked to the direction of my car, with her simmering closely behind. 

We got to the car that wasn’t too far away and drove up the hill in silence and I was grateful for it. I had enough of Leah Monroe for one night. I glanced across at her, her hands folded in her lap as she stared out into the midnight darkness. 

I gripped the steering tighter as I thought about her following me to that club, almost getting assaulted and-

What the hell was I upset about? Her cutting my session short? In the end, I wasn't even going to fuck Amelia. Somehow, because of her. Half an hour later, I pulled into Lavigne and despite every instinct, I followed her to the entrance of her house.

"What about my car?" She asked as we mounted the steps. 

"Not my problem." Was my reply. 

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "Please, I didn’t know where you-" 

"That's right, that's why you shouldn't have followed me out there." I gritted out. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. It's just that I have this big responsibility hanging over my head at twenty two years old and when I saw you hiding that box, I just thought-” She exhaled. “I don't know what I was thinking. Now my stupidity got my mom's car stolen."

"That was your mom's?'

She nodded, swiping away a tear that escaped. 

"Good to know, I hope you sleep well." I watched as her face grew more somber as the words left my mouth but she needed to experience the consequences of her actions tonight. Tomorrow, I was getting her car back.

She gave me a nasty look before slamming the door in my face. She hated me now, but I could live with that. She would keep her distance and I’d keep tonight’s impulsive attraction for her in check. Because deep down, I knew it wasn’t coincidental that she popped up right when I was thinking about her.