FUCK.
Fucking fuck.
“What the fuck was that?” Nate, my best friend, hisses.
Yup, pretty much took the words outta my head.
I close my eyes and press my palms against the one-way glass lining the upper offices to get some control over myself before turning to look at Nate.
I can still smell her.
I can still fucking taste her on my lips, some mix of the drink she had been nursing and something that must be completely and uniquely Nikki.
“Do you hear me?” Nate says, frustration mingling in with the earlier shock I heard in his voice.
“Hear you,” I confirm.
“And?” he continues, not backing down.
“What do you want me to say, Nate?”
“Well, shit, I don’t know. How about give me a little hint to what the hell just went through your head. I’ve never seen you act like that. With years of practice, you’ve become a robot to the women throwing themselves at you like bitches in heat, and the one chick I would prefer you kept your dick away from makes you turn into some sort of live porno foreplay for our whole fucking club?”
“Shit,” I say under my breath.
“Look, man, I love you like a brother, but that’s my wife’s best friend. I don’t want you fucking with her and making things tense. Since I promised I would never let my lady lose her smile when she isn’t happy, I’m definitely not happy.”
“She was giving just as good as I was, Nate. Don’t make me out to be the bad guy who is after corrupting the innocent. That was two very consenting adults, not a monster and his prey.”
I hear him grumble under his breath, and I turn from the window to look at him. He’s standing on the other side of the desk—my desk—gripping the back of the chair placed in front of it tightly. It’s weird to see him on the other side of the desk, but ever since I became a partner here at Dirty—and we converted his office from one big as hell space into two private office suites—it’s moments like this that finally let it start to sink in that Dirty is just as much mine as it is his.
“Don’t start this shit unless you’re going to treat her like more than just a piece of pussy you toss away when you’re done,” he finally says after a long stretch of silence.
“Not really your place to request that of me, Nate.”
“I know it isn’t, but she means something to Ember, and what’s important to my wife is important to me. That girl’s been through some shit with her ex, and she doesn’t need to find herself with another man who’s going to keep his options open, if you know what I mean.”
I narrow my eyes. “You make me sound like a fuckin’ chump.”
“You’ve been fucking your way through Hope Town since you finally split with Lacey. I’m not making you sound like jack shit. I’m speaking the truth, and you know it.”
“I enjoy my life, Nate. Nothing wrong with that. Something you used to do too before you settled down. Don’t judge me because I enjoy casual sex.”
“When casual sex occasionally turns into fucking a different woman every night, that’s doing a lot more than just enjoying your life.”
I take a sharp breath, trying not to get pissed at my closest friend. “It’s been six fucking months since I stuck my dick inside any woman, Nate, so I’d appreciate you not assuming I’m turning into a whore.” I narrow my eyes and add, “And don’t fucking point fingers at me.”
His head jerks, shocked by my words. “Jessa?”
Guess he’s not going to believe my recent celibacy that easily. I roll my eyes as I remember carrying the drunk-out-of-her-mind woman from Dirty last night. “Gave her a ride home because I knew she would try to drive herself if I didn’t. Cock stayed in my pants. Cock didn’t even think about coming out of my pants.”
“Could have called her an Uber, Shane.”
“Could have, yeah, but she’s friends with my sister, so I didn’t.”
“Claire?”
“Another of Libby’s friends,” I tell him through clenched teeth.
“Are all the women who you conveniently help friends of Liberty?”
“She’s a popular girl.” I shrug, moving to drop down in my chair and shift next month’s work schedule around.
“Bethany?”
“You’re going to keep this up, aren’t you? Even when you run out of names, you’ll just keep making shit up.”
He doesn’t move, waiting for me to answer and ignoring my aggravation.
Jesus Christ. “Yeah, that one I fucked,” I admit.
“That was…” he trails off, thinking back.
“Almost nine months ago. Must have been harder than you thought to come up with some names.”
“Well, shit, I could have sworn she was recent.”
“You’ve built me up to be one hell of a slut in your head, Nate. It wasn’t too long ago when I could have been standing in your shoes, ‘cept my guessing game wouldn’t have been such a struggle, seeing as you actually did fuck everyone before settling down with Ember.”
“Jesus Christ, Shane. I don’t mean to sound like a hypocritical bastard, but this is Nikki here. She’s been around since we opened the doors here almost two years ago. Why now?”
“Did you ever think that maybe I haven’t made a move on her because I wasn’t ready to not be a fucking slut?”
Nate laughs, the sound not even close to humor. “You finally scraped Lacey off, Shane, but she’s still barking after you. She’s here every fucking night, still, after almost a year. If it weren’t my worry that you’re still fucking everything with a willing body, I would still be concerned about that bitch.”
I get angry at just the mention of my ex. “I don’t exactly invite or welcome her shit, and you know it.”
“So you’re telling me that you’re going to start something serious with another woman while your ex is still coming around constantly?”
“Didn’t say that either,” I grumble, feeling more and more like a kid getting in trouble with Daddy for being out past curfew.
Nate tosses his hands in the air and makes a show of his exasperation.
“Look, I respect where you’re coming from, but shut the fuck up, Nate. You’re not my daddy, and you damn sure aren’t hers. If she calls, I’ll figure it out then, but right now, I’m not even sure what the fuck just happened. Honestly, all I know is that felt like some strong ass shit. A lot stronger than just getting my rocks off with easy pussy.”
“Don’t fucking hurt her,” he says with a resigned sigh. “Just try not to make things awkward as hell when whatever all that is, ends. My wife likes you, for whatever reason, though if you fuck with her friend, I’m thinking that’s going to change.”
“Go home, Nate.”
“Yeah, I’m going. I have a long night ahead of me.”
“Quinnly still teething?” I ask about his daughter, hoping this means the subject of Nikki is closed. He’s made a lot of noise about how much his tiny daughter has been keeping him on his toes for the past two weeks, so I’m thankful we’re done talking about other things.
“Nah, gotta fuck my wife.”
I laugh, feeling lighter than I have since Nikki rushed out of Dirty, not even fazed by his crass.
“Just think about what you’re doing, okay?”
I nod. “I always do, Nate. Always.”
He leaves even though he’s still not convinced I’m not going to fuck up his perfect fucking life by sleeping with his wife’s best friend. It’s written all over his face, but thankfully, he’s whipped by his desire for his wife more than he cares about who her friends are fucking because he doesn’t argue anymore. When the door snicks shut, I rest my head against the seat and think back to the hot-as-fuck woman who just blew my mind with a simple kiss.
I would be opening a whole can of fucking worms if I gave in to what my body wants when it comes to Nikki. Especially with Lacey still trying to get her claws back in me. But maybe that’s what she needs to finally get a hint that it’s over between us and has been for a long damn time. I can look past a lot—her bitchy attitude and hankering for expensive handbags being some of them—but opening her legs for another woman damn sure isn’t one of them.
“Fuck,” I groan, running my hands through my hair.
I pick up my phone and send a text to Dent, our full-time manager, and let him know I’m taking off for the night. I send another to my sister to let her know if any of her friends end up drunk and stupid tonight, it’s on her and not me. Then I grab my car keys and get the fuck out of here.
As I make the whole drive across town to my house, I still feel the heat of Nikki as if she’s pressed against my body. My cock still throbs for release with each pull of air through my nose that continues to carry her scent. I’m not sure if I’m praying she calls or not, and for a man who prides himself on control, this isn’t a position I care to be in.
Fucking hell.
My house is dark when I pull into the garage, which isn’t a shock since there isn’t anyone waiting for me anymore. I spend more time at Dirty than I do at home anyway, so I hardly notice the loneliness anymore, but tonight it is almost oppressing in its obviousness. The silence around me thickens when the deep purr of my engine cuts off. I trudge into the house, still shirtless from earlier, and walk through the darkness to my bedroom. My shoes are kicked into the corner, and my pants follow behind them. By the time I’m in the shower, with warm jets of water pounding my skin and my cock in hand, only one thing is on my mind … release.
It isn’t until later, the sun just hours from coming up, that I realize it was Nikki’s name I barked loudly as my come shot from my cock.
Jesus Christ. Either I need to get her under me, or I need to find someone else to get over this shit with. My cock’s been in hibernation for six fucking long-as-hell months—since the last time Lacey showed up at my house with another desperate attempt to worm her way back in my life on an unfortunate night when I had been drinking. I haven’t had an issue with my cock being stuck in the on position in a long damn time, and now I can’t get it to go fucking down.
I wasn’t joking when I told Nikki I was no good for her. Every relationship I’ve ever had turns to shit because the women get jealous-as-fuck about what I do for a living. Lacey being the last and, shockingly, longest relationship I had. Even when I was still stripping, she had been there, but for whatever reason, things at Dirty made her more jealous—but for fuck’s sake, my clothes stay on there. Even if I wanted something more than casual, I can’t bring another woman close only to have them start their bullshit about my job or them—because if a woman can’t support what I enjoy doing, she isn’t worth my time.
My phone chimes from across the room, and I toss the covers back before climbing from my bed and over to where I tossed my pants earlier. Swear to God, this had better not be Libby with more bullshit for me to clean up. Or worse, Lacey.
Unknown: I just made myself come thinking about you.
“What the fuck?”
Me: Who the hell is this?
Unknown: Ouch. Guess that wasn’t as memorable of a kiss as I thought it was.
Me: Nikki?
Unknown: Got it in one, starboy.
My lips form into a smirk at the stupid-as-fuck nickname. I back out of the text and quickly store her number, walking back to my bed before replying to her.
Me: Didn’t think you would be this quick, chèrie.
Nikki: Oh, I wasn’t. I made sure and played with myself for a long while before I finally came.
Me: Jesus fucking Christ.
Nikki: Yeah, I think I might have said that a few times, too.
Me: You’re playing with fire.
Nikki: Good thing I prefer my fun hot.
Nikki: Tell me, what would you say if I had a mutually beneficial offer for you?
Me: I would still say you have no idea what you’re getting into, but I’ll hear you out.
I lean back and watch the stupid fucking dots dance at the bottom of the screen while she types, reading back her words while stroking my hard cock with my free hand. Jesus, I bet she did fucking get herself off too. She had been seconds away from coming in my arms earlier and I hadn’t even gotten my hands past her hips and ass. My hand speeds up, and I lean back against the headboard while I wait for her to respond, my mind bringing up an image of her from earlier. Long blond hair cascading down her back, her angelic face free of the heavy makeup most women who come to Dirty wear. The black skirt she had on so fucking short if she would have bent over, I bet I would have gotten a perfect shot of her pussy. Her heavy tits straining the black top she had on, some kind of lace shit that showed her skin and the fact she was only wearing a red bra underneath.
And those shoes. They had been the first thing I noticed. All I thought about during that dance in front of her had been what those heels would feel like digging into my ass while I pounded into her.
I was so lost in my mind that when my phone went off, it surprised the fuck out of me, my orgasm just seconds away, retreating briefly.
Nikki: I’m in the need of some help getting rid of a little problem I have, and judging by the chemistry we so clearly have, I think you’re just what I need, Shane. You pretend you can’t get enough of me, we enjoy some fun between us, and hopefully that little problem gets a clue. The mutual benefits come in terms of you fucking me so hard I forget what my name is. All I could think about while I came all over my fingers was how much better it would have been with that hard cock I felt earlier. So what do you say? A little role playing?
“Oh, fuck.” My abs clench as I come, thick jets shooting from my cock and all over my stomach from just her fucking words alone. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I tell the darkness around me as the thick load starts to roll from my body to the mattress. I drop the phone on to the bed and jump up before I get my own fucking come all over my bed. I’m not against sleeping in sheets wet from a release, but only when it’s a woman I’ve been working over for hours, not my own shit stickying them up.
When I get back from the bathroom, my stomach clean from my release and my cock finally going down, I almost choke on my tongue when I see the numerous texts from Nikki.
Nikki: Maybe I shouldn’t have had that bottle of wine after I left Dirty.
Nikki: Or the one after that.
Nikki: Oh, son of a Bieber, you probably think I’m nuts.
Nikki: Can you just forget … all of that?
Nikki: Can you unsend texts? I should just stop. And Google. OMG. I swear, I’m not crazy.
Nikki: Just one more question. Is your cock as big as it felt?
Nikki: Oh, holy Hanson. Forget that too. OMG.
Anddddd there goes my cock again. I look down, seeing it standing at full attention again, and groan. Without thinking about it, not even giving one fucking shit if this is a good idea or not, I turn on the light next to my bed and bring up the camera on my phone, snapping a picture of my cock and sending it to her all in mere seconds.
Nikki: OMFG. Is that … if your last name was Princeton instead of Kingston, I could have a lot of fun with the jokes over that piercing. Hey, how do you fit that monster inside your man panties?
Me: What the fuck are man panties?
Nikki: Boxers. Briefs. Whitie tighties. Banana hammock. Man panties. Whatever!
I roll my eyes and laugh despite the corny as shit temptress.
Me: I don’t wear them.
Nikki: I’m going to die. Scratch that, I think I AM dead.
Me: Exactly how drunk are you, Nicole?
Nikki: On a scale of what to what?
Me: From meaning what the fuck you’re saying to me and forgetting this conversation happened until you wake up and read it back in the morning.
Nikki: Somewhere in the middle, but closer to the meaning what I’m saying. Definitely closer to meaning what I’m saying.
Me: You want my cock?
Nikki: Are we sexting now?
I laugh, deep belly laughter that booms through the silent room.
Nikki: Am I supposed to send you a picture too now? Is that how this works?
My cock jerks. God, she’s refreshing.
Nikki: I’m not sure if I can get a picture as good as yours, though. You don’t even have to work at it, do you? Just pull that monster out and snap a pic. I have to contort my body to get all my jiggly bits in there and then it’s just not hot. You know what is hot, though? Me after I take a million pictures just to get ONE good enough to send back.
Me: God, you’re a nut, Nikki.
Nikki: Plus, you’re an ass man. I can’t exactly take a good picture of my own ass.
Me: I’m a man, chèrie; there isn’t a single part of a woman I love more than the other.
She doesn’t respond. The little dots don’t appear. Shit. I read back my words and realize she might have misunderstood me. I sound just like the slut Nate was accusing me of earlier. She isn’t wrong, though; I’m definitely an ass man. But I’m a legs man, a tits man, a sexy brain man … there isn’t a part of a woman I don’t enjoy the fuck out of.
I was just about to text her back when she finally responds. Only, this time she really does suck the wind right out of my lungs. I don’t even look at the keyboard as I type back, my eyes riveted on the screen.
Me: You’re getting my cock. Fucking hell. Now I just can’t decide if you’re going to get it in your pussy or between those tits first. I’ll be at your house at lunch, and we’ll discuss how much we’re going to mutually enjoy these benefits.
She doesn’t respond, but I wouldn’t have paid any attention if she had. I was too busy looking at the picture she had sent. Lying against her gray sheets, she has one dainty-as-fuck hand between her legs with her fingers buried deep. Her bare and full tits just begging for my attention so powerfully my mouth waters.
All I can do now is pray that she meant what she said because, one way or the other, Nikki Clark will be mine.