Page 1 of Ethan's Sky

PROLOGUE

Ethan

The music fills the air as I walk through The Velvet Pearl looking for a table away from the crowd. I don’t want to talk. I’m not looking for a date. It’s been a long ass week and all I want is to have a few drinks and enjoy the show.Alone.

Finding a booth toward the back of the room with a straight on view of the stage, I take a seat. A pretty dark-haired waitress wearing a sexy purple corset and short black skirt, fishnet stockings and fuck me heals smiles prettily at me as she asks, “Can I get you something to drink, Sugar?”

“Bourbon.”

“You got it, honey. Be right back.” She winks and heads to the bar.

The Pearl is not the average gentlemen’s club. It’s classier than any place I’ve ever been in. Classier than my brother Ghost’s strip joint, Glitz and Tass.

This place has high back booths and long velvet curtains separating each table. The place screams high class. The shows are sensual and not every night is the same show. The costumes are sexy as hell, and though they might lose a piece here and there, the dancers never get completely naked. But damn if they don’t make you want them too.

The women here don’t bare all unless you pay them extra and only by reservation in the private rooms on the second level.

On stage, they dance.

It’s seductive, alluring, a tease without the full reveal. Not that I don’t appreciate strippers, but sometimes it’s nice to have something left to the imagination. It gives the impression of a challenge which I find excites me.

Club whores are always walking around the clubhouse naked, and more than eager to give it up. It’s too fucking easy. I’m not saying I haven’t taken advantage of the girls when I needed a quick pump-n-dump when I was younger, but over the years club girls lost their appeal.

Plus, these women aren’t after my cut.

I never wear it when I come here, not wanting to stick out in the crowd. Being an amateur MMA fighter from the small town up the road already makes me recognizable. But being a patched member of the Kings of Fury MC draws even more attention. There’s always at least one woman who thinks she’ll be the one to make the bad boy biker fall and claim her as his.

Not gonna happen. Been there, done that.

I had a girl once. She was myone.My forever girl. Or at least, I thought she was. Until she left without so much as saying goodbye. It was a while before I finally got my shit together, and I promised myself I’d never let another woman own me the way she did. Losing her was like losing a piece of myself.

A piece you’re still missing.

I shake the thought from my mind.

No, I don’t want attention tonight. I came here to forget about fighting and club business for one night. Something’s been off with me this week. My training sessions have been shit. I’m not sleeping, always on guard. For what, I have no fucking clue. I can’t shake the feeling of impending doom.

Everything seems to be fine with everyone else. Pres hasn’t said there’s any issues going on, but I can’t help feeling like there’s a shitstorm on the horizon.

Needing to clear my fucking head and get some distance, I hopped on my bike and went for a ride. That’s how I found myself here.

The lights drop low. The music starts. When the spotlight hits the stage, I find myself gripping the edge of the table. Seven women span the stage all dressed in black leather outfits. Each one a little different from the next. Some have on short skirts while others wear butt-cut shorts. Two have some ruffled lacy shit across their asses.

Each one is wearing a top specially fit to their tits, putting their best assets on display. The only thing matching among them is their Mardi-gras masks and the black high heeled boots climbing their legs and stopping mid-thigh. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Thenshecomes down the steps in the middle of the stage, and the others separate, making room for her. The spotlight hits her, and my breath catches and my cock stirs.

Goddamn.

The women all pop their hips in unison with the beat of the music. Everyone is moving the same, but there’s something about the beautiful redhead with the shapely legs and perfect tits dancing center stage I can’t force my eyes away from.

My cock thickens, growing harder with each passing second, very aware of the exotic creature before me wanting to get better acquainted.I agree.I need an up close and personal introduction while I pound into her wet heat with those legs and those boots wrapped tightly around my waist.

Her black shorts are cut just short enough the bottom of her luscious ass cheeks peek out while they bounce with every move she makes. The front dips low, barely a fingertip’s width above her pussy.

I’m certain with how low cut those shorts are, she’s bare underneath. The tiny scrap of material has me envisioning myself pulling them down with my teeth, licking her clit and bringing her to orgasm before stripping her bare and fucking her against a wall.

Her porcelain skin appears to be unmarked. Sweat and her diamond belly ring glitter as the spotlight follows her around the stage.

Her body is defined. Muscular but still feminine.

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