Bishop snickered at my comment while Rev shot me a death glare. “Somebody should beat some sense into you.”
“Is that right? Are you the man to do it, brother?”
“If it means keeping you from hurting Alex, I’d sure as hell do it!”
Bishop rose out of his chair to stand in front of us. “Easy, now. I don’t think we’ve ever had brothers thrown out before a show even started.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled.
Rev didn’t respond. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest. “It wasn’t like I meant to hurt her feelings,” I finally said to fill the silence.
“She deserves better,” came Rev’s soft reply.
“Guys—” Bishop started in warning.
I shook my head. “No, Rev’s right. She does deserve better than me.” I knew that I had no place being at the Lounge. I should have been trying to find Alexandra to make things right. I started to rise out of my seat to leave when Case pushed me back down.
“You need to stay and enjoy the show.”
It took me a moment to speak, considering how shocked I was to see him. He never went to the Lounge. “I need to make things right with my old lady.”
“See a little tits and ass first to get you fired up to go talk to her.”
“I don’t wanna see any tits or ass besides hers, which unless I make it right with her, I’ll never see again.” With Case practically trapping me in my seat, I sighed. “Whatever.”
The music blared over the loudspeakers. It was an unusual choice. When the curtain opened and I got a look at the girl, my surprise grew even more. She wasn’t like the usual girls we auditioned. This chick looked almost classy, like she had come out of the highest-paid clubs in Atlanta. I couldn’t imagine what the hell she was doing here.
As she started down the stage, my dick stirred in my pants. I hated myself for having a reaction to anyone besides Alex. After she whipped open her duster and tossed it off the stage, I couldn’t look away. It was like she had some magnetic pull. She had fabulous, natural tits that were barely covered by her skimpy bikini top. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders. The color made me think of Alex’s.
If I was truthful, there was so much about this girl that reminded me of Alex. With half of her face covered with the glittering mask, I couldn’t tell just how much she looked like her. But her body was a dead ringer for her, too.
And then it was like a bucket of cold water doused my head. With a teasing smile, the girl pointed a trigger finger at me as the song said, “Just like Jesse James.” And then I knew it was Alex shaking her half-naked ass on the stage at me. I barely had time to process my emotions before I lunged out of my chair. Alex merely watched me as I hoisted myself onto the stage. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded as I stomped over to her.
She didn’t reply. Instead, she nodded at someone over my shoulder. Before I could glance back, both Rev and Case came up onstage. A pair of handcuffs appeared out of Case’s pockets. Once again, I questioned, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Case and Rev gave shit-eating grins before launching themselves at me. I didn’t have time to dodge out of their way before they tackled me. As I thrashed against them, I felt my arms being raised above my head. The snap of the cuffs seemed to echo over the music. When I tugged my arms, they didn’t move. They had bound my hands as tight as they could to the pole. I was completely at their mercy. Or I guess I should say Alex’s.
“Have fun,” Case said to Alex as he headed off the stage.
“Alexandra Evans, you let me out of these cuffs right. Fucking. Now!”
She slowly shook her head back and forth. “Tonight you’re going to understand that you’re mine, Jesse James. More than that—I’m going to show your brothers that you and your dick are mine.”
Her words, coupled with her attire, caused my cock to pound against my zipper—the fucking traitor. Whistles came from down below us. “Get him, Alex!” Crazy Ace roared.
“Make him beg!” Boone chimed in.
Glancing over her shoulder at the men, Alex gave them a sweet smile before turning back to me. “How long do you think it’ll take you to blow your load in front of the guys?”
Narrowing my eyes as her, I sneered, “I’m not coming in my pants like a teenager.”
She cocked her head. “Are you so sure about that?”
Bending over, she braced her hands on the floor while her ass began to work me over my jeans. I groaned at both the sensation and the image of her practically bare ass as it ground against my dick. With each upward thrust of her hips, she rubbed a different part of my cock. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was getting wet from the precum that was probably seeping through my jeans.
She rose and turned to face me. She leaned in to lick her tongue along my lips before sucking my bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling it slightly. Lifting one of her legs, she brought it around my hip. My eyes rolled back in my head at the feel of her scorching pussy through my jeans. Her hands came to my neck, and she began to ride me just like if we were horizontal. Her eyes locked with mine as tiny pants of exertion came from her lips. I’d had lap dances before, but being fucked on a pole was a whole new ball game.
I grunted and flexed my hips against her, desperately trying to find more friction. Alex began working herself harder and harder against me. Biting down on my lip, I willed myself not to give in. Grabbing strands of my hair, Alex jerked my head up to where I could meet her gaze. As the song echoed “Come on baby” around us, Alex commanded, “Come for me, Deacon. Come for me and me alone.”