Page 64 of Vengeance

Having her leave him should have been difficult and terrible, but the truth is, it was a relief. He had to try too damn hard to be someone he wasn’t anymore, and it slowly drove him insane. If his trauma didn’t get to him first, pretending to be the man he used to be would. Now, he can live his life. Alone. Like he likes it.

He misses the company sometimes, but the main thing he misses is sex. That was the hardest thing to let go when he opted to live a life of relative solitude. He can’t be what they need, and most women don’t want a simply sexual relationship. At least, not until he realized he could make a specific club bunny squirt.

West has had Diane every day since their first encounter, but he still aches for her. Aches in a way he hasn’t in so long. Maybe ever. She awakened a beast he’d long suppressed, and he can’t stop thinking about her. In the middle of the night, he wakes up wanting to be buried deep inside her. When he wakes up dreaming about her, he has to either take care of himself or hop into a cold shower.

Movement on the screen catches West’s attention and pulls him from his thoughts. Diane walks into the clubhouse wearing a jacket that stops right under her ass cheeks. Her legs are bare except for her knee-high boots, and he hops up from the seat to walk out and meet her. The way her face lights up when she sees him does something to him.

“What are you doing here?”

Her curly brown hair hangs in a mess around her face, and he wants to run his fingers through it as he guides her along his cock. “I saw your bike in the parking lot and wanted to see if you’d like some company.”

“It’s not safe being out alone, Diane.”

The thought of the Slashers hurting her makes him angry and ready to rage. Another unexpected emotion when it comes to her, and it’s starting to become disconcerting.

“I’m safe. I’m not an old lady,” she says and walks up to the stripper pole. “I heard you got to go to the Puffy Taco tonight. I’m kind of surprised you’re home early.”

“I did,” West says and steps a little closer to look up at her. “But sitting in a room full of men watching tits isn’t my idea of a great time.”

“Well, I know there’s a rule about not touching the strippers.”

He nods. “Yeah, and it’s a good rule. Keeps the women safe and the men in line.”

“But haven’t you ever wanted to reach out and touch one? Even once?”

“I suppose I probably have.”

“Well, you’re in luck, then,” she says and slowly unties the belt on her jacket. “I thought you might want a show with a stripper you can touch.”

Fuck me. “Is that right?”

Opening the jacket fully, she stands in front of him wearing what looks like electrical tape covering the place he dreams of every night since he first tasted her and bright pink pasties over her nipples.

Her hand grabs the pole after she tosses the jacket, and she starts to spin, slowly, showing him everything she has to offer. Flipping upside down, she opens her legs into a V-Shape, and he sees her shaved pussy. “Do you like what you see?”

“I don’t hate it,” he says and pulls up a chair to sit, making his jeans even more uncomfortable than standing. “I don’t hate it at all.”

She does a few spins and flips before stepping off the stage and straddling his lap. “Touch me, West.”

He strains even more against his fly as he cups her fake chest, and his thumb rolls over her pierced nipple through the pastie. “Will this hurt when it comes off?”

“Pull it and see,” she whispers while her hips gyrate and rub against him.

Deft fingers usually used to quickly take apart and put together weapons pull the sticker from her chest with ease. His lips find the dumbbell piercing, and he flicks it with his tongue.

“Oh, yes,” she moans as she continues her little dance. “Do you like your surprise?”

Releasing her, he smiles, and Diane turns around to give him a full lap dance, her ass rubbing up and down his cock. “You tell me.”

“I think you’d like to get me completely naked, and I know I’d love to have my lips on you again.”

“Not here,” he says. “Come back to my place.”

Turning around, she reaches down and strokes him with her hand along the thick fabric he wants to tear off. “You want me to come back to your place?”

“I don’t want to fuck against a wall. And I can’t fuck in that bed,” he says while he tries to keep his breathing under control.

She smirks and tilts her head in a way that makes her look adorable. Not sexy or attractive, and he likes it. “Let’s go.”

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