You’re at the top of the pole again and you flip backward. Your body arches with the pole and your robe slips up. I can see a small black thong. The curves of your ass are driving me crazy. Then, you near the end of the pole,and you spread your legs. The barest hint of your perfect pussy peeks out at me. You reach the ground, move your body, and mimic fucking. I shift in my seat, adjusting my dick. You’re making me fucking wild. I feel like a fucking beast ready to claim you.

You move to your hands and knees and crawl to me.

“Jesus,” I hiss.

You move around me touching my shoulders as you sway your hips. I put my hand on your tie attempting to rid you of the robe; The stupid robe that’s obstructing my view. My, how you taunt me and I wonder, not for the first time, how I got so lucky.

You slap my hand away, “No touching.” You throw a leg over my lap and you give me the best fucking lap dance of my life. Your pussy grinds against me. You’re not even shy about the moan you make. You turn your back to me, making me suck in a breath as the curve of your ass grinds against me. Your hair flips smacking me in the face.

“God, I want you.” I groan. Your hands move over my thighs, then you grab my hands and you guide me to the tie holding your robe closed. I untie it and you let it fall from your shoulders exposing your back.

I hiss. There on your back is everything. You tattooed the MC’s logo on your back, and right where the brand was, it says, “Property of Gunner.”

I’m out of control with need. I don't care if the song is still blaring, or if you had another song in mind, I need to be inside of you.

I unzip my pants and pull my cock free. Then, in a fast movement, not even waiting for you to give me anything else,I move your panties aside and thrust into you.

***

“Gunner, are you even listening to me?”

No, I fucking wasn't. Shane and I were at The Select Club. Some unimpressive dancer was on stage, and I was daydreaming about my wife and the dance she gave me just yesterday in her new studio. It beat anything these dancers could do. We’d been sitting at the bar waiting for Skye to get in for her shift. I’d already beat the fuck out of Dick which ended with him pissing his pants, and truthfully, Shane held me back from doing far worse to him.

Shane nudged my shoulder. I turned my head and saw the blonde, Skye. She must’ve slipped in while my thoughts were on Charlie. She looked ragged, not that I paid much attention to her the last time I was here, but I could barely believe that this lady could dance, she could barely walk. She moved down the hallway that led to the dressing rooms. I got up to follow, and Shane mumbled, “Keep your cool, man.”

Yes, part of the reason I brought him here was to make sure I kept my cool. Not that I’d hit a woman, but I was still pretty fucking pissed, If it wasn't for this broad, Santos wouldn't have gotten a drop on Charlie.

We passed Frank, and he gave us a chin lift. He knew I married Charlie, and I actually liked the guy. Skye wasn't in the dressing room, which surprised me. We looked around, she only had a minute on us. Where the fuck could she have gone? There was a small bathroom that I hadn’t noticed at first, because it was behind rows and rows of clothes on freestanding rolling clothes racks. I opened the door with Shane was close by. Inside, sitting on the toilet seat was Skye. Her head lulled to the side and a needle stuck out of her arm.

“Jesus,” I muttered. There was no way I was going to have a talk with her in this condition. I wasn't even sure she was conscious.

“Looks like she might be OD-ing, Shane said.

I lifted her head and smacked her face, not hard, but enough. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. “Are you here to end it?” Her eyes lazily moved to Shane, “Are you my angel here to make it all stop?”

“No, we’re not fucking angels,” I snapped.

She looked at me again, “You. I know you. You’re the one that hell guy was talking about. They think I’m so stupid, because I’m a stripper.” She smiled as if her own words amused her. “They probably didn't even think I paid attention to them. You know it was all a set up, right? They didn't take her because that guy wanted to fuck her, they took her because they wanted you distracted. Said you’d be so caught up in finding her, you wouldn't even notice what was going on right under your own nose.” She looked on dreamily and her eyes moved back to Shane. She reached her hand up for him, her needle falling to the ground, “Take me, angel. I’m ready.”

Thank you

Hey, you guys! (said in my Goonies voice) Thank you! Thank you for reading this book and I would love for you to please leave a review on Goodreads and Amazon.

After writing Tainted by Crazy, which had it’s own dark elements but Maple didn't cuss, I needed to go darker. I love writing MC’s, so here we are. I do plan on writing more from this story. For sure Ace and Reggie, and most likely Shane too.

Books are not born alone, so I need to thank some wonderful people. Thank you Kevin. I love you honey. Thank you Misty, who at nine months pregnant took my kids so I could go write. Thank you Nicole, you are a wonderful editor and friend and you help make every book possible. Thank you Louisa for managing Blushing Babes are Up All Night and for being such an awesome friend. Thank you, Stephanie, Tera, Jade, Kerry and Dawn, you ladies rock! Thank you Emily with Social Butterfly. I don't know how I got lucky enough to have you in my corner, but each and every book I’m so dang grateful. Thank You Lisa Hines, Chrissy Weston, Renee McKinney and Cheryl Wilkins. Thank you Hang Le, for making me one hell of a sexy cover. Thank you JB McGee, you rock! Thank you Shana and Jessica, yeah I know I thank you every book, and even Jess who doesn't read my shit, I still love you. You ladies are the fucking shit. Both of you help me smile on a daily basis. Hey, Katie and Melissa, thanks for reading my books, giving me feedback and just being awesome sisters. Thank you a million times to all of the blogs who have shared, read or helped support this book. Being a blogger myself, I know how much time and effort goes into it and you matter to us authors more than you know.

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