Broken Barriers (Barriers Series Book 4) (11 page)

She signed promo posters from her latest porno, which was possibly one of her best in my opinion. She couldn’t act for shit, but that girl definitely knew how to multitask in a doctor’s office.

Everett tapped my shoulder and nodded in the direction of a couple of seats that had just opened up along the far end of the stage. As we sat in the soft velour-covered rotating seats, I grabbed the wad of ones from my wallet and shoved them into my shirt pocket. It was always good to have easy access. When the girls had their snatch staring back at you, fumbling for the dollar bill was not an option. I would not be
that
guy.

I leaned back and got comfortable as Everett told me that he usually came in once a month on nights when Locke and Deroche were not working. According to him, those two had some connections, and several of the girls here had no issues ‘helping out’
a fellow Marine. As he laughed over his insinuation, he explained that if there were any girls on the stage tonight that I wanted a private show from in the so-called Penthouse Room, I only had to ask. The guys had already secured the room before we arrived, just in case.

As the sounds of “Porn Star Dancing” trailed off, a woman with purple hair in leopard print platform heels and an extremely short and tight tube top dress took the stage. With the microphone to her lips, she began her introductions as she strutted across the stage. Everett leaned over to tell me who she was. This was the infamous Risqué Rae, our host for the evening. If any of us
fine
gentlemen wanted or needed anything from drinks to
services
, she would be more than willing to accommodate us.

She tossed Everett a devious smile and winked as she provocatively swayed by him on the stage. He raised an eyebrow with his beer bottle at his lips as Rae slapped her ass and mouthed, “Call me” to him.

The moment she was back at her starting spot, I saw a tall, leggy blonde in the darkness. The lights dimmed, and only the stage was illuminated. The silver pole gleamed with the spotlight over it. The song started softly as Rae introduced the next girl. Lacy Legs was introduced, and the lights went wild. Fog machines created an illusion on the stage. The beat of the music grew louder as a set of tanned legs emerged from the fog. Black platform heels with silver studs along the heel covered her feet. My eyes began the winding trail up to her succulent black lace-covered ass as she moved fluidly across the other side of the stage.

The hypnotizing bluesy beats of “Bright Lights”
pumped through the speakers. I sipped my beer as the tempo increased and Lacy Legs bent and tossed her hair back before swaying backward to the pole. While she slowly slid her back down the pole, her arms extended through her long golden blonde hair above her head. She spread her knees apart, and the men’s eyes grew wide on the other side of the stage. They clearly were seeing something they liked between her parted thighs.

Lacy’s hands slid back up the pole as she shimmied and swayed her hips from side to side. Her hands gripped the pole at the curve of her ass, and she bent to pull her legs up and over her head around the pole. Her legs wrapped around the pole above her as the curve of her back bent and undulated. Somehow her hands released from the pole and reached behind her neck to untie the lace fabric that covered her tits. As it dropped to the floor, her legs loosened just enough for her to slide down the pole. Her palms rested on the floor, and she seductively crawled forward. Her blonde hair still covered her face, but she now faced my side of the stage.

Lacy Legs’ exposed tits dangled there until her knees pushed under her, and she threw her head back with her hair. My eyes followed her hands across every inch of her bare chest from her neck to her tits. My dick stirred as her hands cupped her tender breasts. She moved her hips and knees in a grinding motion on the stage while her hand slid beneath the lace thong to untie the side. With her other hand, she flung the material off to the side, and then something caught my eye.

A small tattoo on her pelvic bone seemed all too familiar. I focused my eyes on the intricate black ink.
No, it couldn’t be possible.
Her head righted itself, and my eyes locked with hers from across the stage. As I choked on my beer, Everett slapped my back until I stopped coughing. The look of shock on her face only lasted for a moment, and once it disappeared, she crawled in my direction.

Everett left a couple of creased dollar bills on the brass bar in front of him just to lure her over. Lacy Legs knelt her naked body in front of me and pushed her tits together, pinching her nipples at the same time. Her hips rocked her shaved pussy in my direction, and I casually leaned back in my chair and watched her do her thing. I sensed the ever present throbbing within my boxer briefs that typically happened when she was around long ago. My cock never could deny its attraction to her.

As she continued to grind against the stage and fondle herself, the music eventually faded out, and I heard Risqué Rae close out Lacy Legs’ performance. The men hollered, but I just watched her silently. As she grabbed the dollar bills Everett left for her, I leaned forward to within inches of her face.

I knew the minute I saw the Luckenbooth symbol tattooed on her left pelvic bone that only one girl had that branding. Sure enough, it was Katie Davis. Only the last time I saw her, Katie’s hair was brown, not blonde.

“Katie, Katie, Katie…never thought I’d catch you stripping. You dirty little whore, you,” I said. Her big, brown eyes shot up, and I turned to Everett. “I’d like to have Lacy Legs in the private room.” Her eyes widened with more disbelief than panic and floated between Everett and me. Then I turned back to her. “Don’t worry. I’ll only let him watch.” She grabbed her lace thong and bra and shuffled off the stage.

Everett left to find Deroche to secure our private show, and the memories overtook me. Kathryn Davis was one of Davis & Daley’s next up-and-coming lawyers. She was the daughter of my dad’s partner in his firm. She had it all on a silver platter growing up. The Harvard law degree was in her back pocket, and she was set to eventually take over the Boston office.

Whenever I was in the city, she and I hooked up. We’d occasionally fuck in her office after hours with views of the Boston skyline lit up at night behind us. She and I never had any love connection between us. We both loved to fuck hard and rough.

She was let go from the firm about a year ago. Apparently, she was caught with her pants around her ankles with a client. The guy she was representing was balls deep inside her on the conference room desk during the lunch hour.

To avoid any publicity and humiliation within the firm, she left on her own quietly. Now, she was a stripper from the looks of it. That girl never could keep her clothes on for long. I was pretty sure once I was in the room with her she’d have no problem proving that theory to be correct.

I rubbed my hands together and made my way over to Everett who was motioning me into the back room. This night had gotten a million times better, and Lacy Legs was about to fulfill my stripper fantasies in a few minutes. Life was good.

I saw Risqué Rae standing off to the side whispering into Katie’s ear. I could tell Katie was trying anything she could to get out of having to perform in the private room for the boys and me. While speaking to Rae, her arms flailed out to the side before wrapping around her waist. The moment her face dropped I knew she had just been told there was no getting out of this. And, dammit, if I couldn’t wipe the smirk off my face…

Katie’s eyes lifted as I moved down the hall and passed into the private room. I winked at her the minute she stared back at me, and the grin on my face grew ten-fold just thinking about the special treat the guys were in for as soon as we were all behind closed doors.

“Drew…”

“Wake up, Drew…”

I groaned at her breathy whisper. This time it was not the voice that normally woke me up. The voice was a familiar one I recognized from the past. The sensation of warm fingers sliding over my shoulder and down over chest had my nerves on edge. The fingers snaked all the way down and under the blanket until they wrapped around my bare cock. In an instant, my rod no longer sported morning wood; it was now a full-blown saluting hard-on.

If this were a dream, I was in motherfucking heaven.

I felt the pressure of two soft rounded breasts pushed against my chest, and a warm wet tongue slithered around my nipple, over my chest, and up along my neck. With a thrust of my hips, my cock throbbed with each new stroke between those tantalizing fingers. I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear this would all stop the second I woke up.
Oh, God.

I bit my lip to suppress a moan I knew was on the cusp of being let loose from the back of my throat. My heart was racing, and I didn’t want to process what was happening. If this were real, I didn’t give a fuck. This was too good to not let finish without a happy ending. And this
would
have a happy ending.

The sheets moved as the cool rush of air crossed over my heated skin. The hand that was just around my dick was replaced by a warm, wet, pulsing sensation. Hands reached out and pulled my hands from my side to rest upon a set of breasts. The nipples hardened in my grasp as I squeezed.

I faintly heard the sounds of her sultry moans, and I could feel her tight pussy rocking on my cock. I hardened even more with each throb, and as she squeezed tighter around me, I twisted her nipples, making her moan even louder.

My hips pushed up inside her, causing her to bounce heavily on top of me. Her nails dug harder into my wrists, making me clutch her ample soft breasts more. The harder I squeezed the louder her moans became. I could hear the sounds of her wetness slap each time she slammed down on my cock. With one more hard thrust up inside her, I felt her release, and the tightness around my cock was at its peak. Then the throbbing became too much, and her moans turned into yelps as she stilled on my cock. With one final throb, I was coming inside her, and my own grunts overpowered the sounds of her orgasm. Hot fluid spurted through my cock, and my heart raced as it started to come back down from the most fantastic feeling in the world.

A warm and sweaty body fell on top of my chest and wet lips placed gentle kisses along my jawline. I heard her voice whisper my name again, and I could finally put the voice to the face clearly in my mind.

“Cole?”

My head suddenly pounded in pain, and the bright light of the sun burned my face. My arm outstretched to shield the light from causing the ache in my skull from getting worse.

What the fuck happened last night?

Images began to come back to me as everything settled from my wet dream. The cinnamon whiskey shots were flowing hard and fast by the end of the night, but why Cole was in my dream I had no idea. I’d only talked to her once, but damn, if that wasn’t a great way to wake up. She was definitely smokin’ hot in an innocent small town girl type of way.

My stomach suddenly turned sour, and a pained groan seeped from my lips. I tried to settle the queasy feeling, even though I knew I had way too much to drink last night.
God,
who the hell drove me home?
Just as I replayed the events from the night in my head, the mattress shifted next to me, and an arm skated across my chest.

No. No. No…

My eyes opened and sneaked a peak out from under my arm.

Fuuuuck…

Katie.

This wasn’t good.

It all started coming back to as I saw her highlighted blonde hair next to me. Her naked body curled into my side.

Once we all piled into the private room, some of the bar girls delivered beer and shots for the rest of the night. The black leather sofas surrounded the full-length ottoman in the sitting area where we all sat. A black tufted velvet mini stage with a lone stripper pole was set up in the corner. Music pumped out of the surround sound speakers as the lights dimmed. I remembered thinking this room absolutely screamed sex club.

Katie came in a few minutes later, dressed in a metallic gold one-piece outfit. It was basically underwear with a couple of strips of material that wrapped around her neck and barely covered her chest that oozed out the sides. Her long legs walked toward me like a cat stalking her prey. I sat on the sofa with Everett, who wanted to know just how I knew her and how he needed those details later.

The music got louder, and the closer she got, the more my body heated with desire to fuck her again. I couldn’t deny my attraction to her. She was wild and rebellious at the law firm, but that was before I met Courtney. Everything changed then.

I downed at least two shots of tequila right before she pulled the fabric ties off her neck, and her tits popped out for the whole room to see. The top half of the outfit came off and was thrown to the side. The guys were whispering next to me and relaxed back into the sofa for the show.

The second Katie stood in front of me with her pinned eyes—that meant business, and I knew what she wanted. Club rules went out the window right then. My hands grabbed her ass and pulled her down hard onto my lap. She ground herself against the bulge in my pants as she placed each nipple into my mouth to enjoy. The hell with the audience. My hands roamed the arch of her back as I wrapped my fingers into her hair and pulled back, letting me devour her neck with my mouth.