Twisted Steel (A Sinners Syndicate MC Novel) Page 10

  Looking around, I was able to spot a cute redhead at the bar. She was more appealing that the woman on stage, but she still wasn’t quite what I was looking for. I decided the best thing to do was just take a seat in the corner and see what appeared.

  “Well aren’t you just a big, sexy man?” a voice spoke from the darkness after I’d been sitting for about twenty minutes.

  I began to turn to see where the voice was coming from, but she slid into the seat across from me before I could. The beauty was much more like what I was hoping to find when I walked through the door. She had blonde hair, gorgeous eyes, a smaller build, and subtle curves.

  “You just watching or are you looking to have a little fun tonight?” she continued as she reached across the table and lightly touched my arm.

  I cocked my head to the side and shot her the friendliest smile I could muster without her realizing that it was fake.

  “I may be looking for some fun. It all depends on what’s being offered to me.”

  She looked all around to make sure nobody was within earshot before leaning over the table and whispering into my ear.

  “Sweetheart, I can offer you whatever it is you want. All you have to do is tell what you desire, and I’ll make it happen for you.”

  The beautiful stripper slowly slid back down onto her chair and watched me as she awaited my answer.

  “I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I want,” I told her, not willing to play the back and forth games that I was sure so many of those girls were so good at.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty obvious. Follow me.”

  She stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me away from the stage area and towards a dark hallway in the back of the building. She was moving fast, and I had to move quickly to keep up.

  I definitely was no stranger to sex, but I could feel my nerves attempting to get the better of me. It had literally been years since I’d felt the touch of a woman. Hell, it had been ages since I’d even seen a woman without her clothes on.

  Even with all the butterflies trying to work around in my stomach, I was anticipating things to come. My cock and balls were aching for release.

  I was led into a private room that looked much nicer than the rest of the place. Inside the room was a bed, an oversized chair, and a table with a lamp on it. The room was very dark, the lamp providing the only light once she closed the door.

  “I could tell you were a big guy when you were sitting at that table, but Jesus Christ! I wonder if your hardware matches the rest of you.”

  Even with what she was saying to me, I could tell that she was just doing her job and trying to make me feel special. She wasn’t actually interested in me, and as soon as we were done, we’d go our separate ways, and she’d be looking for the next man willing to pay her. I knew she wasn’t there because she wanted to be. For her, it was all about the cash and that was fine with me.

  I took the $100 bill out of my pocket and placed it on the table before taking a seat in the chair. Getting a closer look at her, she wasn’t as pretty as I had initially thought she was. In the room, she appeared to have aged a decade. I tried not to think about that. If I turned off the light, it wouldn’t matter anyway.

  She took one look at the cash on the table and smiled.

  “A hundred bucks? For that kind of money, I’m gonna make sure you’re very well taken care of. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

  “My name is Nick.”

  “All right, Nick. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Tabby, and I’m gonna show you one hell of a good time.”

  “No,” I said sternly.

  “No? What do you mean no?”

  “Your name isn’t Tabby. As long as you’re in this room with me tonight, your name is Alexa. Do you understand?”

  Surprisingly, she wasn’t phased by my request at all. As a matter of fact, it seemed like maybe it was business as usual and she’d heard it a hundred times before. She just nodded as she walked between my legs, spread my knees apart, and knelt down between them.

  “I’ll be whoever you need me to be,” she told me, and she ran her hands up and down my legs.

  “Do you think we can kill the lights,” I asked with urgency.

  “Sure,” she said, rolling her eyes as she stood up and made her way over to the end table. “You ready to go now?” she asked as she came back and retook her position between my legs.

  “As ready as I’m gonna be,” I responded.

  In the dark, it didn’t matter what she looked like. Without being able to see her face, she looked exactly like Alexa to me.

  She ran her hands up my legs until she got to my waist and started fumbling around with my belt buckle. Eventually, she was able to pull it off.

  I grabbed her hands before she could do anything else and pulled her up onto my lap, where she straddled me. Bringing her close in, I rubbed my cheek against hers, nuzzling her just a bit. Alexa wasn’t there but, as far as I was concerned, it was her cheek rubbing against mine.

  Softly, she leaned in and kissed my neck, flicking it at with her tongue as she grabbed my shirt and started to pull it up. She broke her kiss just long enough to pull my shirt up over my head.

  She ran her hands up and down my chest and over my arms, feeling my muscles. Her neck kisses soon started to move down my chest and to my stomach before she slipped off my lap to unzip my pants.

  I raised my ass up off the chair while she peeled my pants and boxers, sliding them off me and onto the floor. My cock was hard, standing tall and thick, ready for anything she was going to send its way.

  I just wanted to fuck, but this chick decided she wanted to tease me first. She kissed all around my legs and thighs, coming just short of the areas that mattered. It was driving me crazy. Alexa was a great tease, knowing precisely when and where she should be touching me.

  “I want you, Alexa,” I whispered into the girl’s ear, urging her to give me what I wanted.

  Finally, she had decided I’d been teased enough and gave me what I had been longing for. She reached down and took my dick in her hand, giving it a good squeeze. I groaned loudly, not expecting the sensation to be so intense.

  When you go so long without anyone other than yourself touching you, the feeling is intense when it finally happens. Just the warmth of her hand was almost too much to take and made me wonder how long I’d be able to hold on when we got down to the real action. I could feel the pleasure building in my balls.

  She stroked me for a minute or two before I felt a warm wetness around my cock. She had taken me into her mouth and was sucking on it. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I could feel my entire body start to tingle when she wrapped her lips tightly around me. Even though I’m well-endowed, she was swallowing me whole. She was definitely a pro.

  That thought snapped me back to reality. This woman really was a pro. She was nothing but a whore using sex to get money. She felt good, but she wasn’t Alexa. I was in a room with the equivalent of a hooker.

  I shook my head back and forth a few times. If I was going to enjoy what was happening, she had to be Alexa. Yeah, that’s who she was. My sweet, beautiful, sexy Alexa in her form-fitting sweater.

  It was Alexa kneeling down in front of me like a goddess. I didn’t come to her to pay her any money. She’d chosen me of her own free will. She’d chosen me to touch and suck.

  I thought of nobody, but Alexa as the pressure began to build once more with her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me into her throat.

  With a handful of hair, I grabbed her by the back of the head, making her go faster, bringing me right to the brink of an orgasm. I pulled the handful of hair tighter when I reached the point of no return.

  I erupted into her mouth and showed no signs of stopping. I could feel myself pouring into her mouth as she sucked and gagged, trying to swallow all of it. As my jerking started to slow, so did her hand.

  When there was no more sperm left in me, she traced her tongue around my head, making sure she got every last drop.
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br />   As soon as she was done, my fairy tale was over.

  She was no longer Alexa. She was just a stripper who moonlighted as a whore. I sighed, feeling incredibly disappointed in myself.

  I stood up as she flipped on the light and got myself dressed, not really having anything else to say to her. She grabbed the money off the table and took a seat on the bed, watching me through her narrowed eyes. I’m sure she was wondering what my deal was, but I wasn’t about to get into it with anyone, especially her.

  Once dressed, I walked out the door without even giving her a second look and made my way out of the building and back to the truck.

  I drove back to Alexa’s apartment building, parking in the same spot I’d been in earlier. I sat there for the next couple of hours. I felt like a horrible person. Alexa didn’t even know I was interested in her yet I felt like I’d just cheated on her.

  I made a vow to myself that my next time would be with her, no matter how long I might have to wait. I didn’t want to be with anyone other than her. In my mind, other women couldn’t match up to her. Yep, the next time, it would be Alexa sharing a bed with me.

  7

  Alexa

  Sometime overnight, the weight of the falling snow knocked power out to my entire apartment complex, causing me to oversleep. If that had been the worst thing to happen that day, it wouldn’t have been so bad. Unfortunately, the electricity going out was just the beginning.

  It was absolutely freezing outside. I didn’t have a clue what the actual temperature was, but it didn’t take a genius to realize that the wind chill was well below zero. If anything, it made me grateful that the heat in my apartment was supplied by gas and not electricity or I may have woken up as a partial popsicle.

  Determined not to let the fact that I was running late ruin my day, I got dressed as fast as I could and hightailed it out to my SUV. As soon as I put the key in the ignition, I knew exactly how the day was going to go. The usual dings and buzzing that I usually heard weren’t there that morning. Instead, there was silence.

  When I turned the key, nothing happened. Nothing even attempted to happen. The car did not make one single sound. The frigid cold temperatures had managed to drain my battery completely, and there wasn’t a soul in sight that I could ask for a jump.

  You’d think that would be bad enough, but not for me. The bad news continued. When the snow plow came through to clear the parking lot, it left a giant mound of snow right behind my vehicle. That meant if that by some miracle, I was actually able to get my SUV started, I’d have to figure out how to get out of my parking spot.

  One thing was becoming clear, and that was the fact that there was no possible way I was going to be able to make it into work. Fortunately, I never take off work so I had plenty of personal days I could use so I wouldn’t be missing any money on my paycheck. Of course, that didn’t stop my boss from being pissy and reminding me that calling in wouldn’t look good as far as my fast track program went, but I knew that my record was solid and he’d be able to get along one day without me.

  It wasn’t like he was going to be down a cashier. It was one of my office days so I was going to spend it doing paperwork, which I could easily do from home.

  With that call out of the way, I didn’t have to worry about my SUV for a little while. Sure, I’d need to get things figured out that day, but at least it gave me a little room to breathe.

  One bad thing about keeping to myself is that I don’t have many people I can turn to when I need help with something like vehicle problems. I keep to myself for a reason, though. People have repeatedly broken my trust over and over, so I protect myself by not trusting people very easily. That allows me not to get close to anyone, but it also means not being close enough to most people to be willing to ask them for assistance when it’s needed. There were two people that I knew I could count on, however, and that was Kim and Curtis.

  Even though she isn’t blood, Kim is the closest thing I have to family. She certainly treats me a lot better than anyone in my real family ever did. I knew I could count on her anytime I needed her. In return, Kim and Curtis knew they could count on me as well. Once I got back into the house and warmed up for a minute, I called Kim.

  “Holy shit, do you have nearly as much snow as we got?” she asked, not bothering to say hello first. “I think the weatherman undershot this by at least 12-inches.”

  “Yeah, I got nailed with it. Plus, it’s cold as hell, which is why I hate that I’m calling you guys to see if I can ask a favor.”

  “That doesn’t sound good. What’s going on?”

  “It’s this stupid vehicle of mine. It won’t start. The battery is completely drained, and everyone else has enough sense to stay inside, so there isn’t anyone outside to ask for a jump. I was wondering if maybe you guys could give me a hand.”

  “Of course we will, but it’s gonna be a little bit. Curtis has indoor jobs, and he’s already long gone for the day. We can come by when after he gets home if that’s not too late.”

  “No, that’ll be perfect. I’ve already called into work so I’ll be here all day. I’ll even make dinner for you guys.”

  Not only did Curtis run his construction company, but he also knew just about everything there was to know about cars. As well as he does with his business, I bet he could make a killing as a mechanic, but he likes what he does. He does love hearing Kim and I telling him how good he is at working on the cars, though. He’s a man, and he loves having that ego of his stroked.

  I spent the day in my living room, doing all the administrative tasks I would have done in the tiny back office at work. I’m always telling my boss that he should just let me work at home on office days, but for some reason, he insists that I be there to do the work. I’m sure it was driving him nuts that I wasn’t there.

  Even though it was simple work, I was finding it difficult to complete. My mind kept drifting in another direction, which was never usually a problem because once I focus on something, it’s hard to divert my attention. Today, my mind kept thinking about the enormous stranger who was staying in my best friend’s guest room.

  I’d never meet anyone like him and especially not someone who made me weak in the knees just by being in the same room. He was the perfect combination of ruggedness and attractiveness. I had no idea when it would happen, but I was already looking forward to running into him again.

  Would I run into him next week? Would it happen next month? What if he tagged along with Kim and Curtis to help me with my vehicle? That would be awesome, and it was definitely what I was hoping for,

  Even though I knew nothing about him, I had the unshakeable feeling that I needed to see him. I hoped he’d be wearing a form-fitting t-shirt that showed off his muscular body and left next to nothing to the imagination. His arms were so thick and perfect, and all I needed was to feel them wrapped around my body.

  These thoughts were pretty alarming to me because I’m not typically someone who has sex on the mind all the time, but I could not prevent myself from wondering if the thickness of his body translated downstairs as well. After all, a man the size of Nick has to be packing some heat, right? I wanted to know what it looked like, what it felt like in my mouth, what it felt like inside of me.

  It had been quite a long time since I’d been intimate with someone other than myself. That wasn’t what I missed the most, though. What I really missed was having a man to wrap his strong arms around me and hold me while we both fell asleep. I couldn’t even remember the last time I felt the electricity when someone’s lips kissed mine or when a warm tongue came in contact with my clit.

  Shaking my head, I snapped myself out of the fantasy I found myself in, I looked around the room, almost expecting someone to be standing there who knew what I was thinking. Even though the notion was ridiculous, I was still embarrassed enough to make myself blush. I couldn’t believe I was fantasizing about a man I knew nothing about, but there was something there. I just knew it.

  There had to be
some reason I hadn’t been able to get him out of my head lately. There was no way I could deny the instant attraction that I felt for him and wondered if he’d felt the same way about me.

  Oh, what in the hell was I thinking? There was no way he was thinking anything of the sort about me. I know I’m far from ugly, but I’ve been cheated on by everyone I’ve ever been with.

  I’ve been emotionally abused in one way or another by most of the men I’ve dated. It’s been enough to give me a complex about myself. I always have a problem with not feeling pretty enough or feeling like I’m not good enough for people. Doubting myself is probably my biggest flaw.

  Later that afternoon, I received a text message from Kim.

  Hey, we’re about to head your way. You still up for making dinner?

  Yeah, I’ll whip something up.

  Yay! You have enough for an extra mouth? Nick was wondering if he could come with us.

  Sure thing. Hope he likes pasta.

  Holy shit! He was actually coming to my apartment. As soon as I read his name, I felt the butterflies developing in my stomach as I jumped up off my couch and ran into the background to check myself in the mirror.

  I touched up my makeup and made sure my hair was looking presentable before he came over. I wanted to look as good as I possibly could when he got there, just in case.

  Once I was made up enough for my liking, I needed to get out of my sweatpants and old t-shirt. I changed into a pair of jeans that I knew made my ass look fantastic and my favorite gray sweater. I knew they’d be a bit, so I got started on dinner. Knowing that Curtis and Nick had worked all day, I was sure they’d be starving.

  I brought a pot of water to a boil and threw in some spaghetti before cutting up some crusty bread that I’d bought at an Italian bakery the day before. I wasn’t a great cook by any means.

  The pasta sauce was coming straight from a jar but I did spice it up with some garlic, and a bit of sugar, which I always joked was my secret recipe. After that, I made up a salad and sat out a few dressing options before setting the table for four.