Page 60 of Surrender
Lying back into the soft blankets, I couldn’t help but grin at his cock, which was still hard as a rock as he climbed off me and answered his phone with a frown. “What?” he snapped.
I instantly felt sorry for the person on the other end of the line while grabbing the edge of Nate’s comforter, pulling it over me, and tucking it around my body.
“Yeah, all right. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” He hung up without saying goodbye, pinching at the bridge of his nose.
“Doesn’t sound like I’m getting what I want tonight,” I teased as he finally pulled his boxers back on and sat at the edge of the bed. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just some trouble at this place where we do security,” he said, placing his hand on my hip and absentmindedly brushing his thumb back and forth. “The girls are a little freaked out, so a couple more of us are heading down there just to make sure they feel safe.”
The corner of my mouth twitched. “It’s a strip club, right?”
“And then some,” he added, leaning forward and pressing asoft kiss to the top of my head before he got to his feet.
I sat up, watching him pull on his jeans, a black hoodie, and his club cut over the top.
“Well, now I’m kinda intrigued,” I said with a grin. “You know, I think I’d kill it as a stripper. Do they need—”
He instantly stepped closer, his fingers curling ever so tenderly around my throat. I couldn’t stop the giggles that exploded from within me as he playfully pressed me back against the bed and ran his nose along my jawline.
“Yeah, it’d be fucking hot,” he growled, the raspy tone tingling through my entire body and instantly shutting me up. “But that’s going to be a show that’s only for me. Okay?”
I nodded, grinning and chewing on my bottom lip as he pulled back.
“I’ll be back sometime after two.”
“I’ll be here, sleeping blissfully,” I taunted, pulling the comforter right up around my chin. “Go forth and protect!”
He groaned, heading for the door. “It’s gonna be a long night.”
Chapter Twenty-One
BLUE
Chaos.
That was the only way to describe the scene as I pulled up to Maison Vesey. There were three cop cars and an ambulance parked awkwardly around the lot, and one after the other, men were trudging out the front doors, their faces pinched in anger, their voices raised.
Unhappy customers.
But I didn’t blame them. They’d just been thrown out early and wouldn’t get their fill of hot women to make them go home satisfied.
I pulled up next to the front door and quickly cut the engine, propping my ride up before hurrying inside.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked Match when I stepped into the club. All the lights were on, the music switched off, and the cops were spread out, speaking with the girls and the bar staff. There were a couple of guys in the corner whom I didn’t recognize—one with a bar towel pressed to his head and an EMT assessing him. “I thought there was just some guy being a pain in the ass?”
Match pointed to the injured man and his buddy. “Dude with the head wound was in a private room with Kari getting a lap dance,” he explained, nodding for me to follow him. “Something happened. Kari pressed the emergency button. His buddy was in another room with Tyla, and she pressed the button not long after. Both girls said they were getting aggressive, and when Whip and I tried to talk to them, they were fucking hyped up, and not in a good way. So we hauled them out, tossed them out back.”
Match was usually a pretty carefree guy, but the way he was talking was clipped with frustration, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what happened next.
“So, we’re making sure the girls are okay, and I’m making that call to you,” he explained, with a sigh as we walked down the back corridor to the girls’ dressing rooms. “I swear, it was less than five minutes and they’d already gone around and come back in the front before I could radio to Cash and let him know.”
I was afraid to fucking ask, but I did anyway. “I already saw Kari and Tyla out there, so what happened after that?” I asked through clenched teeth.
Match sighed, shoving the dressing room door so it swung open.
“Roxie saw the two guys.”
Of course she fucking did.
