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Taking in a sharp breath, I straightened my spine, threw my shoulders back, and headed toward the bar, keeping my eyes open for Bliss along the way. Slipping between people, I finally made it to the bar. There was a prospect pulling beers from the fridges and pouring shots. When he glanced up, I ordered a bourbon. As soon as I took my first sip, my anxiety levels dipped from a thunderous roar to a dull throb.
Putting my back against the bar, I scanned the room for Bliss through the crowd of leather-clad club members and scantily dressed women. Being here gave me flashbacks to when I was barely a teenager, mixing with the men of the club—being stared at. As I took another sip of my drink, I kept my eyes locked on the room over the rim of my glass, keeping my guard up.
When I caught a flash of pink hair across the other side of the room, I threw back what liquid was left in my glass and started after Bliss. Pushing through the open space being used as a dance floor, more than one man grabbed my ass.
“Excuse me,” I muttered softly, finally emerging out at the other end of the room. The doorway I passed through led into a long hallway. Directly in front were two doors, thesigns indicating they were bathrooms. I knocked on the female toilet door, nudging it open. It was empty. That was when I heard her laugh from somewhere behind me. There were more people drinking in the hallway and couples grinding against one another. One woman was on her knees, enthusiastically sucking cock. Averting my eyes, I kept pushing forward, hoping to hear Bliss’s laughter again.
Desperate energy clambered through my body—too many reminders of my past coming to smack me right in the face. Coupled with my run-in with Maddox tonight, I was wound so tight I was sure a panic attack was cresting the horizon.
Recklessly, I started opening every door I passed, not seeing anything other than colors and vague shapes. There were shouts that I couldn’t decipher, curses thrown my way as I opened door after door, searching for pink hair.
When I reached the last door on the left in the hallway, I braced myself for finding Bliss. There wasn’t anywhere else she could be, and as I mentally prepared what I was going to say to her, I threw the door open. It bounced against the wall behind it, ricocheting before coming back into my face. Stopping it with an outstretched palm, I stared at the man sitting on the couch at the foot of the bed. His jeans were unzipped, his legs kicked wide. One tattooed hand was stroking his huge cock as he watched two women mutually masturbate in front of him. The pungent smell of tobacco filled the room, the herbaceous, woody scent just as thick and heavy as the smoke hovering in front of his face as he exhaled.
His dark hair was disheveled like he’d been running his hands through it, his eyes a pale shade of blue… or maybe they were green. Tattoos covered his neck and dipped past the collar of his black t-shirt that stretched snuggly across his chest. Bringing the hand-rolled cigarette to his lips, he inhaled, the end glowing brightly. I stared at his mouth, at the way the whitesmoke drifted over his bottom lip like a slow-moving waterfall. His angular jaw bulged with irritation and the heat of a flush crossed my face. There was no doubt I’d walked into those other rooms and disturbed whatever was going on in them, but I hadn’t stopped to process it all. Unlike this room. Like a deer in fucking headlights, I lingered longer than I should have, jumping when the man’s pale gaze traveled down my body and back up again.
With a bored expression, he crooked his finger at me, inviting me to join the other two women. Shaking my head, I stumbled back out into the hallway, turned, and bolted for the exit.
Chapter 6
Nick
Opaque white smokehung in the air around my face as I stared at the door the dark-haired woman had just left through. The two club girls had been so absorbed in one another that they hadn’t even noticed her burst into the room. She didn’t look like one of the usual girls, but I hadn’t been around for years so what the fuck did I know?
A moan brought me out of my thoughts, my attention returning to the two club whores.
“Mmm, you should taste Candy’s pussy, baby,” Jewel said, sucking her fingers deeply into her mouth. With a wry grin, she buried her face between Candy’s legs, causing the other woman to writhe beneath her. Candy gyrated her hips, following the path of Jewel’s tongue.
“Yes, yes, yesss,” Candy begged, digging her fingers into Jewel’s bleach-blonde hair, holding her in place as she rubbed herself to orgasm. Both their moans filled the room, and I gritted my teeth—the noise grating on my nerves. Even my dick had retreated as the overdone porn sounds took over.
Jesus, fuck. Stubbing out my cigarette, I got to my feet, stuffing my deflating cock back into my jeans and walked to the door.
“Where are you going, baby?” Candy called after me, her voice dopey in her post-orgasm bliss.
I didn’t bother to reply as I made my way down the narrow hallway made narrower with guys getting their dicks sucked and couples fucking against the wall.
“A beer,” I told the prospect stuck serving behind the bar. He slid the bottle over a moment later, and I muttered a “thanks” before draining half the bottle in one swallow. Candy and Jewel swayed into the room, both women latching on to another club member. I’d entertained the idea of those two women just to satisfy Gunnar’s fucked-up need to drown me in pussy since I’d been inside for so long, but my mind had never strayed from what was really important.
“Another one,” a woman said, and I turned my head to find my little voyeur at the other end of the bar. There were at least five shot glasses already in front of her, and as she reached for the sixth, I could see exactly where this was going.
So could Jaxon and Karter.
They zeroed in on her, crowding her on either side so there was no escape. Her head jerked up when Jaxon leaned down to whisper in her ear, almost like she hadn’t seen him coming. Whatever he had said to her made her eyes widen. Those two would chew her up and spit her out. Jaxon put his hand on her lower back, while Karter ran the back of two fingers down her arm. My voyeur stiffened at the touch, but the two bastards hadn’t noticed—or didn’t want to notice.
Placing my bottle down, I walked over to the trio.
“She’s mine,” I announced, drawing their attention.
“Come on, Nick,” Jaxon started, but I focused my attention on the girl.
“Are you interested in these two?” I asked.
She shook her head mechanically, her chest heaving.
“She’s not interested,” I told Jaxon. “So, back the fuck up and leave her alone.”
Jaxon held up his hands in surrender, smiling at me. “I’ll let you have her since this is your party and all.” He slapped Karter on the chest. “Let’s go find someone else to play with.”
I glared at the pair as they left, waiting until they were out of earshot before asking, “Are you okay?”
