“Of course, Logan. I’m aslutso it only seems natural that I act like one.” The skirt drops to the ground as I place a knee on the coffee table, leaving me only in the tight white booty shorts and fishnet top covering my matching bra.
“Don’t even think about-” Logan stops himself from saying anything else and puts his hand up to stop the rest of the guys as they start to stand. “Let her be. She knows her place.”
I flash him an innocent smile, my grin spreading across my face until it hurts and I turn back to look at Dom. He sits here with his legs spread, leaning back into the cushions and raises an eyebrow at me with a smirk. He knows what I’m going to do, crooking his index finger at me. My body relaxes, letting the music take over like it’s always done. Placing my other knee onto the table, I start crawling across it slowly towards Dom and pause in the middle of the table. Running my hands up my body, I grab the hem of the fishnet top and drag it over my head to toss towards Tey’s face.
“What the hell is she doing?!” I hear Paris screech, but I’m hardly paying attention, making sure to not break eye contact with Dom.
I uncurl my legs from underneath me, bringing myself into the splits as I toss my hair with a flip. I hear Dalton groan from behind me as my ass bounces up and down, knowing he has a clear view of me. Good. He deserves to be tortured for not saying anything to defend me. Coming to my knees again, I spin around on the table and glare at Logan before laying down. Arching my back, my eyes catch Dom’s as my head tips back, and I can see that dark, glistening look of lust in his eyes as he stares at me. Why does that turn me on, making my shorts damp. Sticking my feet straight in the air, I spread my legs wide and run my hands over my breasts.
“Tillie,” Nicky growls low in that deep voice that never fails to make me shiver.
“I’m going to come in my pants,” Tey says with a moan.
I ignore him, everyone around me. I can block everything out surrounding me when I’m like this, in my element. Putting on a show. It’s like an instinct that never goes away. Flipping back around, I crawl the rest of the way across the table and climb to my feet, standing between Dom’s legs.
As the song blares the lyrics, ‘Someone who knows how to ride, without even falling off’,I quickly drop to a crouch facing him. Grabbing his strong thighs, I spread my legs and tip my head back as I slowly move my hips side to side to give him a clear as hell view of my body.
“Beautiful,” Dom mutters in a thick, harsh voice and stares down at me with hooded eyes.
I almost slip, catching myself, because I’ve been called a lot of things while dancing for strangers but not beautiful. Climbing to my feet, I place my knees on either side of his hips and feel his big hands slip around my waist towards my ass. He grabs a handful, bringing me closer until my asscheeks are resting right over his dick. I notice right away how hard he is through his pants, the long length thick running down his thigh. I roll my hips in sync with the song, grinding down on him as I lean back while running my hands down my stomach. Quickly popping back up, I grasp a fistful of his hair until he has no choice but to look up at me. He flashes a lopsided grin and squeezes my ass, making me shift my hips again over him. My body moves, rolling my hips in a figure eight to the song and actually loving every second of it. He’s going to have a wet spot on the front of his jeans by the time I’m done. My shorts are riding up the front each time I grind down on him. The fabric causes friction and his dick hits my clit in just the right spot each time I shift over him. It’s hard to hold back a moan of pleasure. I release my hold on his hair and bend backwards again as I quicken my pace, grinding hard. He chuckles darkly at whatever he sees over my shoulder and leans forwards to lick a long line, starting between my breasts and making his way up to my throat with the flat of his tongue. God, he smells good.
“That’s enough!” Logan shouts behind me, the sound of his tone is hard and angry, with an underlayer of jealousy.
Good. He deserves worse.
Climbing off of Dom’s lap, I turn away to face the man who gets on my very last nerves. He’s standing on the other side of the table, breathing hard like he just ran a marathon, and ignoring Paris who is shouting at his feet where he seems to have dumped her.
“It was just getting good,” Dalton mumbles, ever the pervert.
“You cunt! Why can’t you just leave?!” Paris screeches at me and jumps to her feet, literally stomps her foot like a spoiled princess as she glares up at Logan for him to do something.
“You have something to say?” I raise a brow and cross my arms as I wait.
His finger twitches on his thigh, his eyes hard and lethal as he stares at me without ever opening his mouth.
“Fine. That’s what I thought,” I say with a fake smile and uncross my arms as I lower my body, planting my ass right on Dom’s lap again, but facing forward this time. “Papi.” My voice comes out raspy and suggestive.
Dom slides his fingers through my hair, moving it over to one side, leaving room to rest his chin on my shoulder as he slides his arm around my waist while the other one rubs up and down my thigh.
“Yes, little queen.” His arm tightens and he lifts me farther up his lap until I’m comfortable, leaving me feeling secure, surprisingly.
“Tillie, don’t call him Papi,” Dalton says in a gruff tone and stares hard at the arm around my waist like he wants to rip off Dom's limbs.
Nicky huffs a sigh next to Logan, grabbing his gun to slip back into his jacket, and starts to walk around the table just as Tey does. Both of them coming at me from either side like sharks sniffing out for blood in the open ocean. Shit. I’m in trouble. I can see it in their gazes. Burning jealousy and their breaking point.
“Paris, leave,” Logan orders, grinding his teeth and not bothering to look as Dalton grabs her elbow and shoves her at a guard who pushes her away like she has a disease.
She stumbles with her mouth hanging wide open, completely shocked. She blends in with the crowd and Dalton walks back over, dusting his cut off, as if she left a disease behind.
“If you don’t want her, I’ll gladly take her,” Dom drawls out in a sexy rumble, as he climbs to his feet with me and keeps me close like he doesn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.
“She’s our property and no one touches what’s mine,” Logan says in a frightening tone that also sounds very fucking possessive.
“That’s what I thought. Tell me, mama, do you want to stay with them?” Dom asks in my ear, loud enough for Tey and Nicky to hear, and making them freeze as they wait for my answer.
I suddenly feel trapped, the weight of their stares becoming too much for me. My gaze shifts left and right, stopping on the dance floor. I’m not sure what I’m seeing, maybe the flashing lights are playing tricks on me, but the man standing on the edge of the dance floor keeps glancing over here as he pretends to survey the crowd. Right at Dom. My body tightens, a pending doom feeling giving me chills. I watch as if in slow motion as the guy turns fully towards me, letting me see the gang tattoo on the right side of his neck. He reaches behind him, his arm coming back just as fast and starts to lift something metal that flashes in the strobe light. He’s pointing it in this direction.
“Gun!” I’m moving as I shout, grabbing the glock in front of me off the table and aiming without thinking.
