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With a growl, he turned and left, locking the door behind him.
FIVE
GRAYSON
Running a hand through my hair,I cursed that woman again. Cursed her for pushing me for information, and I cursed myself for giving it to her so easily. Lying to her about Finnan’s whereabouts had caused a kick in my stomach. He couldn’t meet her because he’d been getting his dick sucked by one of the girls at Velvet—the strip club the clan owned and operated.
He wasn’t even married yet, and he was already fucking around. Finnan didn’t have a goddamn clue what kind of woman had landed in his lap. Downstairs, I got back into the Rover.
“Where to?” Torin asked.
“Velvet.”
He drove us out of the garage, then across town to the club. Parking out back, I got out and walked straight to the steel door. It opened before I could get there, one of our men holding it. Mack Nolan was the epitome of what it meant to be Irish. Flame-red hair, which he often kept hidden under a cap. Pale skin. Freckles. He was a fucking inferno waiting to go up if the sun ever got to him.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“In one of the private rooms with Delux.”
I ground my teeth and stepped into the club’s backstage area. The erotic pulse of music hit my already inflamed libido, and I braced for the onslaught of nearly naked women. I was so fucking wound up that I knew I needed to take the edge off. Instead of going into the club, I wandered into the dressing room, where I found at least a dozen of our girls either in the process of getting ready or cooling off after doing their set.
One of the girls—Rhapsody—squealed when she saw me, leaping from her seat and throwing herself at me. Her blonde hair extensions smacked me in the face as I stood there and absorbed the feeling of her hot, slightly sweaty body against mine.
“You come to see me, daddy?” she asked, finger-walking her way up my chest.
The truth was, any warm body would do. “Yeah, baby. Want to come and take my edge off?”
She reached down and took my hand, pulling me out of the dressing room and into one of the private offices at the rear. Rhapsody shut the door, engaged the lock, then sashayed over to me, where I leaned on the edge of the desk. Her blue eyes roved my face, down my chest, and to the bulge in the front of my slacks. She didn’t need to know that the hard-on I was currently not trying to hide was all because of a sass-mouthed American I had no right to lust after.
Dropping her to her knees, she undid my belt buckle and button on my slacks with practiced hands. Once the zipper was down, she reached her greedy hand inside and stroked my cock through the thin fabric of my black boxer briefs. It kicked against her palm, and the look she gave me was downright sinful.
Leaning forward, she tongued at my dick through the material, wetting it with her wicked tongue and hot breaths. “Want me to suck this, daddy?”
What I really wanted was for her to stop damn talking.
Dipping my chin, I unclenched my jaw and said, “Take it to the back of your throat and choke on it.”
And she did.
Gleefully.
Rhapsody took my whole length, her lack of a gag reflex meaning I could literally fuck her tonsils, and her throat never convulsed. She moved up and down me, touching herself as she worked, making these ridiculous porn moans down low in her throat. Fisting her hair, I pulled—getting an unwelcome flash of when I’d held Sloane’s hair back as she’d vomited.
Fuck, don’t think about her now.
But it was too late.
Rhapsody had become Sloane in my fucked-up head. It was her pretty mouth around my dick. Her platinum hair sliding over my knees and pooling in my lap. They were her moans of pleasure, although they didn’t sound like bad porn now. They sounded wanton—desperate—like what she needed more than her next breath was for me to come down the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” My balls drew up and tightened, and with thoughts of Sloane dancing through my dick, I came. I came so hard I thought I stopped breathing for a moment—for a lifetime—as Sloane sucked me down, draining every last drop from my body.
When I finally came back to myself, I blinked down at the yellow-blonde head bobbing on my dick, and reality hit me like a hammer to the back of my skull. This wasn’t Sloane, and I was fucking messed up to be thinking about her while getting my dick sucked by another woman.
“Enough,” I growled, pushing her away and tucking my now completely limp dick back into my slacks. I leveraged myself upright, then took Rhapsody’s face in my hand, turning it to the side so I could kiss her cheek. “Thanks, baby. That feels better.”
Her blue eyes were fixed on my face as she ran a finger over her bottom lip, making sure her lipstick hadn’t been ruined. “My pleasure,” she purred.
I turned to leave but stopped when she called out, “When can you return the favor?”
