“Give me a call if the shit hits the fan. I won’t be too far away.”
“I can manage it.”
Jackie linked her arm through mine when she was close enough. She smiled up at me and I couldn’t resist a kiss. Her leaving my office in a blanket and me leaving with her now was going to be all over the bar by tomorrow, but I didn’t give a shit. I was staking a claim and sending a message. The dancers wouldn’t think she was an outsider if they thought she was with me. They’d probably even suck up to her, hoping to get in my good graces. Ha, the joke was on them. I didn’t have any. Or it could go the other way, if they thought she was getting special treatment because we were fucking. That’s another reason I didn’t want her dancing again.
I was determined to protect my bar and Jackie from people like Ginny and the criminals that killed my uncle. And unlike Uncle Johnny, I wasn’t going to hope that the police would handle it. I planned to bring that shit right to the door of the motherfuckers who thought they could mess with what’s mine.
Chapter Ten
Jackie Mitchell
Miles drove a Ford Mustang that had seen better days, but the muscle car suited him. I rolled the windows down and enjoyed the early evening sights on the Las Vegas strip. It was a dry heat because we were in the middle of the desert, but the breeze from the moving car made it worth it to forgo the AC so I could stick my head out the window and people watch. There was a part of me hoping to see Lisa in the crowd, even though I knew how delusional that was.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going to Zeke’s house first. Highway said he hung out with your sister.”
“Why didn’t he tell me that yesterday? I could have talked to Zeke.” I ran an exasperated hand through my hair.
Miles shrugged. “What’s done is done.”
It was because yesterday I had been an outsider. I had always been on the sidelines all my life. This was the first time that dancing made me fit in. I was going to miss the adventure of stripping, but I was glad not to have to spend time in the VIP room. It was much more enticing to think of spending time with Miles. Like later tonight. Digging my toes into my sandals, I replayed how he took me roughly from behind. I resisted the urge to lift my hips at the phantom cock I could still feel inside me.
“What are you thinking about?” Miles reached over to casually flip my skirt up my thighs.
Busted. I should be thinking about my sister. But I didn’t want the naughty feelings born of freedom and decadence to go away. “I’m thinking about how much of your cock I can take down my throat.”
Miles braked hard as we almost rear-ended the car in front of us. “You should come with a warning label.”
I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder. “I’ll come any way you want.”
“Yes, you will.”
His voice made me shiver in all the right places. “I’m having fun.”
“Good,” he said. “Jeez, it’s true what they say about the quiet types.”
“You wouldn’t even recognize me in New York.” I stared out the windshield. “I would never strip in a New York club. Aside from being terrified I’d run into someone I know, I couldn’t be this free so close to my responsibilities. The closest I’ve ever come was auditioning for a part in a show recently.”
Reaching down, he linked his fingers through mine. “That’s no way to go through life, sweetheart.”
“I know. I’m trying to move beyond it. It’s going slowly, but I’m getting there. This thing with Lisa set me back a few steps, but these past few days have made up for that.”
“You’re sexy and talented. You’ve been waiting in the wings too long.”
I rubbed my cheek on his arm. “Will you pull my hair when I give you a blow job?”
“Jesus Christ,” he said shakily. “Is that why you put it back into that ponytail?”
He reached over to give it a tug and I shamelessly moaned at him.
“Keep it up and I’ll park and make you give me one before we go find Zeke.”
Satisfied that I could keep a man like Miles Carvello on his toes, I eased back into my own seat. “No way. You promised me dinner and a show first.”
He grunted. “Behave or the show you get to see will be in one of the seedier clubs with my cock inside you.”
I blew out a shaky breath. I had a feeling if I said, “Yes, please,” we’d be derailed from our quest. It was tempting, but if it turned out Lisa was at the place we were going to, then I could devote the rest of the week to making Miles Carvello my sex slave. Or me his. I was up for either.
