Chapter 19
“Hacker, come into my office,” Hanger yells from the hallway. I walk down the hall, go into his office, and sit. He shuts the door and goes around his desk to sit in his chair. “Jenkins came by yesterday. Apparently Dennis Yearly made enemies while he was doing his time. No one is talking, so they don’t have enough evidence to try and arrest anyone. Jenkins has tampered with the paperwork and they don’t have any evidence against you.”
I expel a relieved sigh. “Thanks, Hanger.”
He leans back in his chair. “Next time come to me. Yeah? We’re your brothers.”
I nod. “My duty is done; there won’t be a next time. But yeah, I got it.”
“You headed to Stilettos now?”
“Yeah.”
“Crazy Girl told me Sierra’s workin’ there. Glad y’all could patch shit up. The ladies love her and want her around here.” He stares at me, waiting to see what I gotta say.
“Yeah, we patched shit up—and hey, you never know, she could be gettin’ a property patch.” I smile.
“The fuck?” He laughs. “Enemies to lovers, huh? It’s good to see you smile and laugh, but don’t get soft on me.”
“Never.” I join in his laughter.
He clears his throat. “On a serious note: Treat her right, brother, she’s a good woman.”
“I’m doin’ right by her, don’t worry.” I tap my knuckles on his desk and stand. “Alright, I gotta get goin’. See ya’, Prez.”
“See ya’.” He goes back to working on whatever he was doing before he called me in here.
“C’mere,” I tell Sierra in our office. She gets up from her chair and comes over to me. I pull her down into my lap, and she leans back into my chest. “You know, Gunner and Chatty’s wedding is comin’ up.” I run my fingers lightly across her stomach.
“Yeah, when I had lunch with Zoey and Jacey, they mentioned it. I haven’t had a chance to talk with Chatty yet; I think both of us are just so busy.”
I move her hair away from her neck and kiss her tender flesh. “She’s been busy with the baby and shit with Tinsley. I wanted to ask you if you would go with me.”
Her head snaps in my direction and her smile is so bright and beautiful. “Are you asking me to be your date?”
I laugh. “Yes—Red, will you be my date?”
“Of course!” Her hands cup my cheeks and her lips softly touch mine. She pulls back. “I gotta get out there and check on the girls. She stands from my lap.
“Get to work, woman,” I tease, giving her a smack on her ass.
It’s been a while since she’s come back into the office, so I go out to find her. She’s standing in the middle of the club, staring at the stage. “You like to watch her dance, don’t ya’?” Her wide eyes meet mine, and she nods. “C’mere.” I take her to a table in the far corner; it’s completely dark and no one can see us. I pull her down onto my lap. “Spread your legs, Red. Keep your eyes on Lexi.”
I unzip her jeans and push my hand down in between her legs and she gasps. “Hacker!”
“Shh. No one can see us.” I run my finger through her folds, feeling her wetness coat my digit.
“You like the way her body moves?” Sierra nods against my chest, and the first quiet moan falls from her lips. My cock jumps to life. Lexi’s one of the best exotic dancers I have working here. She knows how to entice the customers with her slow movements and the way she works herself around the pole. She’s not just stripping; she’s giving them a performance that’s so seductive the viewers feel like she’s here just for them.
I move my finger in little circles around her hard little clit. Her breathing becomes rapid as she fights to stay quiet. Her eyes never leave the stage, though. I push two fingers inside of her over and over before bringing them back to her clit. Her legs clench around mine, she grips my arms with her hands, and she releases right there in front of a room full of people without them even knowing it. I pull my hand out of her jeans and stick my fingers in my mouth, sucking off her sweet flavor.
She fixes her jeans and turns to look at me. “Office.”
We stand from the chair and walk quickly to our office, where I lock the door behind us. When I turn, she already has her jeans off and she’s bent over her desk. I’m so fuckin’ happy I bought it!
Unzipping my own jeans, I push them down my legs and position the tip of my cock at her opening. I drive forward in one hard thrusting motion until I’m seated all the way in to the hilt.
She cries out loudly and grips the edge of her desk. I hold on to her hips tightly as I pump in and out of her wet heat. My quickset pace is deliberate and meticulous as I hit the spot that makes her go fuckin’ crazy. Reaching around her waist with one hand, I easily find her clit.
As I move my middle finger in circles much like I did out there, Sierra’s moans grow louder. I continue with rough, calculated strokes in and out of her, so rough her feet are almost coming off the ground. “Fuck, you feel so good!”
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she cries out. Her head comes back, and her parted lips let out the sweetest fuckin’ moans. I move my finger quicker, thrust in and out harder and faster, and her walls begin clenching my cock so good. My spine begins tingling. “Yes! Right there!” she yells out. “I’m coming!” she screams loudly, and I’m right there with her, both of us falling into a deep, orgasmic heaven.
Our breathing is short, quick, and labored. Our bodies are sweaty and she’s still shaking from the intensity of her release. I pull her down to the floor of the office until we gather our bearings.