Page 90 of Bad Boy Next Door
Twenty-Six
Jade
I’d never had sex like that. Ever. I never even knew that kind of sex was possible. I have no idea how many hours we stayed on that couch, silently holding each other’s faces, his fucking awesome cock sliding through me so deliciously I could feel every part of him, every ridge and vein.
Neither of us had come in the end, and it didn’t matter. An orgasm would have signaled something final, and neither of us wanted it to ever end. Until we did.
And the conclusion had been easy and effortless, too. His dick, red and semi-hard, slipped out of my pussy, which was raw and spent and tired. We’d fallen asleep on the couch in each other’s arms, then gotten up a few hours later to deal with the groceries I’d dropped on the floor.
We spent the rest of the day together, eating and talking, and then showering again, this time with no sex, just washing and kissing and holding each other until the water went cold.
I couldn’t think of a moment all day when we hadn’t been touching. Even while I cooked, he’d stood beside me, his hand soft but possessive on my lower back.
I was shocked when Melodie knocked on the door, saying it was time to leave for work.
Nick had gasped at the time too, said he had to talk to his brothers and would follow us later, so I arrived at the club with just Melodie.
“You seem happy,” Melodie said after we parked her car on a steep hill. We started walking down the alley toward the staff entrance. “Considering what went down last night.”
“Iamhappy.” For a second I wondered how she knew about our sexcapades, then I realized what she meant.
I grinned at her. “I almost forgot about that. It’s like it happened a lifetime ago.” A lifetime had happened since that asshole customer had touched me. Or at least a life-changing experience. The twenty minutes I’d been away from Nick while driving to the club felt like a month.
I’m sure whoever first said that absence made the heart grow fonder had longer timespans in mind, but I got what they meant. I really got it. I wasn’t sure how I’d get through work tonight, dancing on that stage for other men, knowing Nick was at the back of the club, watching.
While I danced, I’d be thinking about Nick’s lips, his face, his cock. About his gentle soul, his fierce loyalty, how he’d seen who I was—who I really was—yet still wanted to be with me.
Melodie opened the door, and I walked in first. The tang of stale beer and sweat struck my nostrils, but I didn’t let it swamp my mood. Angel was in the dressing room when we entered, attaching a long blond hairpiece to the back of her head. The shade didn’t match her hair, but it didn’t matter much under the colored stage lights. And it wasn’t like our clientele cared.
Spotting me in her mirror, Angel turned toward me, a wicked grin on her face. “Jade, Stan wants to see you.”
“Shit,” Melodie said. “I was afraid of that.”
I set down my purse. “It’s okay.” I smiled at Melodie’s worried reflection in the cracked mirror above one of the small tables. Not even Stan could damage my mood today.
“I’ll come with you,” she said. “For moral support.”
“He wants to see heralone,” Angel said with obvious spite in her voice.
“I’m sure he meant without Nick,” Melodie replied, and Angel turned away, frowning.
“I can handle it.” I smiled at Melodie. Stan probably just wanted to make sure I was still planning to dance after the incident last night. I crossed through the club, then climbed the spiral metal stairs in the club’s back corner that led to Stan’s office.
I knocked, and Stan yelled, “Come in.”
“You wanted to see me?” I entered the dimly lit room that overlooked the club.
Stan was sitting on the front edge of his desk. “Sit.” He gestured to a folding chair just in front of him.
I stayed a few feet inside the doorway. No way did I want to get that close to Stan’s greasy comb-over and leering blue eyes. “I’m fine, Stan. Nothing to worry about.”
The side of his mouth quirked up. “That’s for me to say, honey, not you.”
“Really, I’m fine. Even if Nick hadn’t stepped in, I had it under control.”
He frowned. “Dancers can’t kick customers.”
“I didn’t kick him.”
