“Savannah,” he growls.
A slow grin takes over my face. “I’m not done yet. I said I was going to give you a show, and I’m going to.”
“Do you even know how to use that?” he asks, nodding to the pole.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I raise a brow.
“Been to many strip clubs, have you?” he asks, and fuck, I see a bit of jealousy in his eyes.
“Maybe I have,” I say, wrapping my hand around the pole as I start to walk around it. “Cherry from Dirty Slick down on 90th Ave is really good.”
“Savannah,” he growls again.
His tone makes me shiver, but it also makes me want to be a brat. “She has these perfect tits. And when she turns upside down.” I grab onto the pole with my other hand and quickly move my body into position, flipping myself upside down and wrapping my legs around the pole. “They fall right into her face.” Mine don’t. But they’re pretty close.
“Fuck me,” Walker groans. My dress has fallen down around my waist, exposing my panties. Panties that are very much soaked right now.
“What's wrong, Big Guy?” I ask, flipping back onto my feet before giving myself a spin on the pole. “See something you like?”
I’m not the best pole dancer, but I have tried it a few times. It’s fun. And the strippers down at Dirty Slick are a lot of fun to work with.
I went in there a few months ago to grab one of their regulars for Duchess. Guess the fucker didn’t like the fact that you’re not allowed to touch the girls unless they say so. They didn’t. He didn’t listen. He got on Duchess’ radar. It wasn’t a pretty ending for him, but I sure enjoyed it.
I can feel Walker’s eyes on me, his gaze like a caress over my heated skin.
Spinning around, I come to a stop before him, dropping down and sticking my ass out.
“That's it,” he growls, and I’m pulled to my feet, spun around, and pushed up against the firetruck.
My eyes widen as a wave of heat consumes my body. My perfume blossoms between us, making his chest rumble with a low growl.
Licking my lips, I look up at him as my thighs clench, a whimper slipping free as slick runs down my leg. His nostrils flare as he leans in and runs his nose up my neck, taking a deep breath.
The groan that leaves his throat has my eyes nearly rolling back. “You smell so fucking good, Little Killer. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fucking devour you?” He nips at my throat, and I’m fucking putty in his hands.
“Do it,” I beg him, but I don’t know what I’m begging for. To devour me, to bite me, both?
“Every day I have to see your sexy little body and know I don’t have time to take you like I want to. Every single fucking day I’m at work, and all I can think about is when I get to come back home to you. I’m obsessed with you, Savannah. Every part of me craves you. I feel like I’m dying without you.”
“Then take me.” I wrap my arms around his neck, grabbing at the back of his hair. “Please.”
He groans, his lips trailing kisses up my throat. I moan, eyes fluttering shut as I let every touch of his lips fill me with a warm, tingling sensation.
“Then you come here, wearing that pretty little dress, and tease me as you eye fuck me from afar. Did you like the little show I put on for you?” he asks, rolling his hips. I moan when I feel his thick cock press against my stomach. “Because I sure as fuck liked the one you gave me.”
“Yes.”
I’m panting now, a horny little mess with only him, his cock, and his knot on my mind. “Alpha, please.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “I love it when you call me that.”
He pulls back, and my eyes flutter open. “Alpha,” I whimper. “I’m yours. Please take me. I don’t wanna wait anymore. I miss you. I need you.” I hate how vulnerable I sound, but it’s the truth. His work has taken him away from me for far too long. I understand this is his job and he loves it, but I need him too.
“I miss you, too, baby.” He grabs my thighs and hoists me up so that my legs wrap around his waist. “I’m sorry work has been so crazy. I don’t wanna be away from you this much. I have some good news, though. I’m getting the next five days off.”
I can’t help the grin that takes over my face. “Really?”
He smirks as he nods. “You know what that means?”