Page 81 of Fang
He chuckles. “Good luck out there, kid. You’re going to need it.”
I have no idea what he means, but I don’t get a chance to ask him more. The song ends. Jenny comes striding off the stage, pausing when she sees me. Her eyes are wide, but Happy ushersher off of the stage as she waits for the sweeper to bring her the money she earned.
“Next up on stage is your favorite vixen. The woman you pretend is in your bed each night. She can be an angel, but I think you’ll love her even more when she embraces her dark side. Welcome to the stage, Killa Kam.”
The crowd roars as I step into the middle of the stage. The lights go out as I control my breathing.
This is it. This is the statement I’m making.
There’s no going back now. Even if I wanted to, most of the girls have already seen me. I know there is significance to wearing this jacket, but I have no idea what it really is. It doesn’t matter, though. I’m embracing it. Embracing him.
He has become my constant. The one to make me forget my past and actually believe I have a future.
The spotlight turns on, highlighting me as the music starts.
I meet Venus’s eyes and see them widen with shock and horror. Then I look at Fang and see the hunger.
This dance is for you.
He nods his head, giving me the encouragement I need to move.
Showtime.
When Cami came to my office, I had no idea what she was planning to do. She asked for my jacket, and I couldn’t tell herno. I knew that by giving it to her, I was making a proclamation. I don’t think she really understands the weight of it, though.
I should have warned her before she got on that stage, but it’s too late now. She’s telling everyone in the club that she is mine. She has my name on her body in a way that is only allowed when there is a claim.
As she stands in the spotlight looking at me, I nod.
She’s mine now. It was one thing to let her wear it for our impromptu ride, but this is different. By tomorrow morning, all my brothers will know it too.
Cami is my little dancer. My old lady.
I hope she’s ready for it because there is no going back. We will have to have a ceremony and all of that, but for now, this is enough. It’s a statement like no other, that’s for sure.
I know I will have to deal with the brothers giving me shit for falling for a stripper, but Cami is more than that. She is smart, kind, and caring. She isn’t what everyone will assume she is. Soon they will all realize it too. It’ll be too late, though, because she is mine.
She holds the two sides of my jacket over her breasts as she begins to move. I glance around the room for a moment, proud as hell when all of my brothers turn their attention elsewhere. Many of them love watching her, but not anymore. They never will again. Not now that she is mine.
I focus back on my woman, not giving a fuck that some of the patrons are calling out to her. This dance isn’t for them.
It’s for me.
She keeps her eyes locked on me as she goes into a split, leaning forward to show some cleavage. Then she spins to her back, spreading her legs from above. She keeps moving and contorting her body in ways I know I can’t wait to see in our bedroom.
Our.
It is ours now.
She pulls herself up to stand as she walks around the pole in the middle of the stage. I’m always in awe when I see her do the aerial tricks. The strength she must have to hold her body in the air using only her thighs and the pole.
She bends backward on the pole, grabbing it with her hands as she makes a backflip before landing on the ground. She twirls around the pole, my jacket fanning out around her, giving a peek of her pasties as she does.
I lick my lips, wishing it was just us in this club. I would fuck her into that stage and make her scream my name.
I try to cool my thoughts, but there’s no hope. Not when she looks at me with that little smirk before she does a cartwheel, landing into a perfect split. She grabs the end of her foot, wedging it behind her head before she does the same with the other, rolling backward until she lets her legs fall, flipping to push herself up, her ass straight in the air.
She is a sexual goddess. Watching her on stage is something I will never get over. She steals my attention, making me forget everything around me.
