Chapter Four
Tigger
I hate this place. This club has been open for a couple of weeks, and this is the first time my brothers have convinced me to come out here with them. I didn’t want to come, I wanted to stay holed up in The Dragon for the rest of eternity, but today is Natalie and Thunder’s anniversary. I couldn’t exactly say no. Plus, it helps that Kara is working the club tonight and Dean is out of town. I don’t think if they were here I would’ve been able to come here. I can barely hold it together when I’m around them. In here grinding against one another, and I’d probably lose my shit entirely.
The Black Lightning is a new club owned by some rich guy that’s trying to buy out this town and get us kicked out of here. We’ll let him have his club, and go about his business, but the second he tries to get us run out of town is the moment we will shut him down. For now, Thunder thought it would be a good idea for us to be seen here and pretend like we’re fine with all of this. I really want to pummel the motherfucker, but Thunder said that would just land me in jail. I guess he does have a point. Plus this way, I get to drink for once. I can’t drink during The Dragon’s business hours. Wouldn’t be good for business if the owner was wasted.
We’ve been here for over an hour, and the girls have yet to show up. Natalie called Thunder almost an hour ago to tell her that they were about to be on their way. I have yet to see any sign of them.
I excuse myself and go to the bathroom as I wait for her and her friend to finally make an appearance. Natalie has been trying to set me up with her friend Ryan for a while now. Ryan’s nice and all, but number one, I’m not looking for a relationship, and number two, she’s not my type. Her red hair is a major turnoff. I prefer to fuck blondes, they have fewer inhibitions and throw caution to the wind, allowing me to do whatever the fuck I please. Plus, they don’t get attached to me.
I don’t do relationships.
I don’t want one now. I just want to have fun and be free.
So, I think I’ll pass on Ryan. Let one of my other brothers have at her. They can fuck her and take her home to meet momma. I don’t have any desire to play house. I just want to get tonight over with, and go back to my dark corner in The Dragon and pretend everything is just fine. Peachy fucking keen.
I grunt and look up at my reflection in the mirror in the bathroom, not enjoying only wearing a black shirt, my ripped jeans, and my new black high tops. I don’t like this one bit. I like having my cut on me, my boots, and my gun tucked inside my cut. But no, Thunder insisted that we not show our colors in here. We have to pretend to just be like everyday men tonight. I almost told him to fuck off.
I run my fingers through my brown hair, making sure I still look okay before I force myself to go back out there and face the crowd of people once more. All I want to do is get another drink and ignore the women hanging off of me at every corner. Normally I’d just pick up the first chick that throws themselves at me, but for some reason, tonight I’m not feeling it. I just want to be alone.
That is until I see her.
“One Corona,” I tell the bartender, turning on my stool so I can look out at the dance floor that’s a few feet away. All of my friends are gone, now out on the dance floor bumping and grinding like they don’t have a care in the world.
“Thanks,” I tell the bartender when he hands me my beer. I’m taking a long swig when I spot a buxom blonde dancing amongst my friends in a tiny, baby blue dress.
She looks sexy, wanton, needy with the way she gyrates her hips back and forth, one hand straight in the air, the other in her hair. Her legs slightly parted, her back almost entirely exposed. The front of her dress is just low enough that I can make out some of those juicy tits she’s hiding in there. Her nipples are hard, and I can make out the outlines of her piercing there.
Fuck me, I have to dance with her.
I slam my half-finished beer down on the counter, and my feet move me in her direction. I’m careful to approach her from behind, I don’t want her to see me just yet. I like the element of surprise. I just hope she doesn’t hit me.
I look at Natalie over her head and catch her eye. I nod once at the girl in front of me, and she smiles and nods her consent. This must be her other friend I hear her talking about sometimes. The nurse who never wants to come out. Where have they been hiding this girl all this time?
I step up behind her and run my hands straight down the sides of her body until I reach her hips and gently grab hold of her.
She stiffens and stops dancing; her breathing accelerates as I pull her in closer to me so she can feel how hard I am behind her. I expect her to turn and hit me, but she doesn’t do it. She surprises me when she resumes dancing, one hand reaching for my right one, the other hand reaching up behind her and grabbing the back of my neck.
I feel brave, bold when she grabs the back of my neck, so I push myself in closer, allowing my right hand that is still covered by hers to skate across her stomach. I leave my hand there and move my left hand down and around to feel that luscious ass of hers.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I shouldn’t be reaching my hand down to squeeze this ass of hers.
I should stop.
She should push me away. But she doesn’t push me away, and I don’t stop. I don’t think either one of us wants this to stop.
I leave my hand there for a beat, but when the song changes and the lights dim further, I pull her hand away from mine, and she shocks me by wrapping both hands around the back of my neck and grinding into my dick. My hands skate down her body and to the front of her thighs. I move my hands to the insides of her thighs, keeping them dangerously close to her pussy and bend forward to lick the side of her neck.
She tilts her head to the side and moans, inviting me to lick her again.
This time I don’t lick her, I bite her neck and she yelps in surprise, but doesn’t pull away from me, she instead widens her stance, inviting me to move my hands in closer to her center. We’re dangerously close to having me finger fuck her out here in the middle of this dance floor. In danger of having me bend her over and fucking her raw right here in the middle of the club. I might have done that if not for her friends standing right here trying to ignore the two of us while we grind against one another.
This girl is wound tight, her legs are shaking, she’s begging to be fucked. I have to find out if she’s really pierced, so I pull her closer against me, causing her to stop dancing and she holds her breath when I move my hands up her front, moving past her center, her stomach, and straight up to grab her tits. I can feel them, the nipple rings right there in the center. I tug on them lightly, and her knees buckle, but I’m right there to catch her.
“Easy there,” I whisper in her ear. Her eyes are closed, her breathing is ragged. She’s absolutely fucking stunning right now.
I nip her neck and loosen my grip on her so she can resume dancing. I back off for a few seconds, seeing what she’ll do, if she’ll step away and ask me what the fuck my problem is, or if she wants to continue this.
I have my answer when she releases my neck, and her hands run down my thick arms, and she removes her hands completely from my body only to bring them into her hair, and she gyrates harder against me. And here I thought she was going to pull away from me and walk away.
I feel brave, emboldened by her movements. I want to fuck this girl, and I’m not going to make it a secret either. This will be the first and last time this girl ever feels me, and I’m going to rock her world.
That’s if she wants to admit this is what she needs.
“Hey beautiful, want to get out of here?”
She stiffens when I nip at her ear.
She stands there unmoving for several seconds, seemingly waging war with herself. I can tell she wants to say no, that she wants to run away and hide, so I bring both of my hands around to her ass and squeeze.
“Just for tonight,” I say in her ear. “Just this one time.”
That seems to appease her, and she nods her head in consent.
“Good girl,” I reply, pulling her hand in mine and leading her back towards the bathrooms at the rear of the club.
She hesitates, trying to pull her hand away from mine. She thinks I’m going to take her into the bathroom with all these people to fuck her. I don’t want to fuck her in the bathroom. Those are full of people and are nasty. I want to hear her scream into the night, where we are all alone, and no one but her and me can listen to her cries of pleasure. Oh and she will scream, I can guarantee you of that.
I grab her hand and yank her towards me, not bothering to turn to look at her as I pull her with me and out the emergency exit at the rear of the club.
I make sure we are alone before I press her body up against to wall a few feet away from the exit. Just enough into the shadows, so the night covers us just in case someone walks out here. I don’t think anyone will, we are completely alone out here, the only sounds the muted music from inside the club. There’s not a soul in sight in this darkened alley.
Just the way I want it.
I hold her pinned against the wall with my body, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She’s excited, but she’s scared all the same.
This is going to be fun, I haven’t felt this exhilarated in a very long time.
“Are you ready?”