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  Romeo frowned, but he handed over the red money bag. Dax shoved it into his cut’s inner pocket and held up his fist. Romeo bumped it with his own.

  “See you in a bit,” he said.

  “I’ll probably be in the back.”

  Translation—he’d be with the whores.

  Dax left the office and made his way from the bar. As he stepped outside, away from the hazy atmosphere of the bar, he took a deep breath. Smoking was one thing he’d never really gotten into, although he did enjoy a joint every now and then. In his youth, he and Romeo had spent many a night getting high in the club’s basement, but when he’d become the enforcer, he’d tried not to indulge too much.

  He strapped on his helmet and turned on his bike. Almost immediately, he spotted the Mercedes cruising by and all types of warning hackles rose to the surface. Without another thought, he took off after the car.

  Romeo watched Dax leave the bar then glanced over at the two prospects waiting for his orders. Although Babyface looked like he was twelve, he was in his early twenties.

  “Catch up with him, make sure he makes it to the compound okay.”

  Babyface nodded and headed after Dax.

  Romeo slapped Hawg on the shoulder and grinned. “Ready for some pussy?”

  “Oh yeah, boss,” Hawg replied.

  The two men made their way into the back where the whorehouse operated. Two of his men, Hook and Wrench, stood guard, making sure no one messed with the girls. Candy Box, the madam, smiled widely when she laid eyes on Romeo. The woman was in her mid-forties with bubblegum-pink hair, blue eyes, and breasts that entered a room a whole minute before the rest of her did.

  “Well, hello, you two handsome men,” she gushed as she moved from behind her booking station to give each man a hug.

  “Hi, Candy,” Romeo replied with a wide smile. Nothing quite like having huge tits pressed against my chest. As he mused about them, he realized his mood had already improved.

  “How may I help you, dears?” Candy asked, winking.

  “Oh, Candy, if only you were still passing out your favors,” Romeo teased back.

  “You, sweetheart, could tempt a nun out of her knickers.” Candy giggled, ad moved back to her station then glanced down at her book. “What tickles your fancy this evening? I have five girls ready to play.”

  Romeo glanced at Hawg questioningly. Hawg shrugged.

  “Whoever’s available,” Romeo replied.

  “Very well,” she said and texted something on her phone. “Hawg, I think Tightania is perfect for you. And, Romeo, I’ve got a new girl named Shantel whose mouth, I’ve heard, certainly knows how to make a man come.”

  Two girls arrived at the entrance. The brunette wore a black teddy and boasted an impressive rack. Not as big as Candy’s, but a man could certainly fuck between them. She smiled and took Hawg’s hand, leading him into the sinful delights of the back rooms.

  “Hello,” the other woman said. Romeo assumed she was Shantel. Her caramel skin gleamed in the low light, and his dick rose in anticipation of just how good her mouth had been advertised. She held out her hand, and he took it willingly, ready to lose himself for a few minutes in an orgasmic high.

  Shantel led him to a room minimally decorated with only a bed, a table and a chair. But he supposed nothing more was needed. On the table lay an assortment of sex toys, a couple of bottles of lube and a plethora of condoms. Nothing like being prepared.

  Although she was certainly beautiful, the wear and tear of Shantel’s profession had begun to wreak havoc on her face and body. She looked tired. Emotionless. A calculating glimmer was the only thing in her dark eyes before she quickly lowered her gaze. Candy had promised a woman who knew how to get his rocks off with a very talented mouth, and he hoped she could deliver on that promise. Shantel fell to her knees, undoing his pants to pull them down far enough for his cock to emerge. Not even looking at him, she slurped his pre-cum up, one long, slow slide of her tongue from under the base to the slit. Her warm little tongue dipped into the hole, as if seeking more moisture, and he threaded his fingers in her hair to guide the blow job.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he panted. This was what he needed to relax the stress he’d been going through. It was one of the reasons why he liked coming to the Whiskey Lick Her. Good pussy was good pussy.

  She lengthened how she pumped him with her mouth, allowing his cock to go farther, deeper, as her throat muscles relaxed.

  “Touch my balls, baby,” he ordered.

  Obeying, she palmed his heavy sac and squeezed it, rolling the balls through the thin skin. Romeo gave a heavy gasp, thrusting his hips up into her mouth. Little by little, Shantel increased the tempo, speeding up.

  “You gonna swallow me, baby?”

  He took her moan as acquiescence and let go, shooting his cum down her throat. And being the talented whore she was, Shantel sucked him down, milking him for every drop he spewed out.

  When it was over and his climax ebbed, all the shit the club was going through in his mind roared back twice as bad. Guilt for enjoying himself, even if only for ten or fifteen minutes, hit him hard, and he pushed Shantel away. The whore fell on her ass and she glared at him for a moment before pushing to her feet.

  “You don’t have to be so rough, asshole,” she snapped. Before he could blink, she brought her fist back and punched him right in his nuts.

  Unbelievable pain exploded through him, bringing tears to his eyes. His body caved in on itself and he dropped to his knees to cup his genitals protectively. Stars flashed behind his closed eyes. He could no longer hold back the moan of agony.

  As he floundered for breath, he heard Shantel snicker at his misery. It took everything in him to push aside his suffering and rise to his feet. He shot out his hand and grabbed her chin, squeezing hard. She whimpered from the pain but he didn’t give a fuck.

  “You trying to fucking maim me, bitch?” He snarled the question.

  Defiance poured out of her eyes.

  “You can thank my sister-in-law I don’t punch women.” He yanked her so close their noses touched. “Not even cunts like you.”

  He pushed her, hard, and she fell back, banging into the nightstand and sending the lamp smashing onto the floor with a loud crash. Shantel looked at him through hate-filled eyes. It was only the fact that he refused to hit a woman that stayed his fist from striking her across the face.

  “Get dressed,” he ordered as he stepped back and pulled up his pants. “I don’t fucking get you. The Men of Hell make sure you aren’t smacked around, but, in return, your job is to pretend all the fucking you do is fan-fucking-tastic. How many other paying clients you hit in the nut sac?”

  She didn’t answer. She jerked her chin up in a mutinous tilt. In that instant, he saw that she truly hated either him or her life. Fine. If she didn’t want his protection, he wouldn’t force a woman to be a whore. He left the room, slamming the door behind him, and made his way to the front where Candy stood. She frowned at him and took a quick glimpse at her watch.

  “Something wrong?”

  Romeo nodded. “That bitch is gone, you hear me?”

  “Shantel?”

  “She’s gone, Candy.”

  Not waiting for any other reply, he stormed out and headed to the bar. He needed a fucking drink. There were a shit load of things he should concentrate on, figure out, but hell if he wanted to do that right then. He was slowly transitioning into the club president, but for the next few hours, he was going to get lost in drink.

  * * * *

  Dax followed the car at a distance, but after the second turn, whoever was driving caught on that they were being followed. The expensive little car sped up, trying to lose him, but Dax was persistent. Down Cedar Road, onto Grant, until the driver managed to get onto the rural county road that led out of town. Dax shifted the bike into full throttle and easily caught up with the speeding car. He couldn’t see inside, but he gestured to the driver to pull over. The Mercedes braked and fishtailed a little, but
eventually it pulled to a stop. Dax rolled in front of the car and hit out his kickstand. Then he stomped over to the driver’s window and knocked.

  It took a moment for the driver to respond. The door opened and he waited, his hand loose and ready to grab his gun if he needed it. However, the first thing he saw was legs. Long, shapely legs, followed by a small waist, breasts and a gorgeous face frowning at him as she exited the car. The petite woman glared at him with eyes so dark they glowed with black fire. Horns stuck up on either side of her head and he blinked in confusion until he realized her hair was in some weird updo, emphasizing her Asian heritage. Interest stirred, and he tried hard to remember that she’d spent the better part of a week stalking the club.

  “Who are you?” he demanded.

  The delicate little chin went up a notch. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You were chasing me for some reason.”

  He put his hands on his hips. “You deny you’ve been spying on us?”

  “Yes.” She crossed her arms, which thrust her tits out nicely. Her hip jutted to one side and he couldn’t help but think she looked badass in her tight black jeans and high-heeled boots. And he tended to like badass chicks.

  “Liar.”

  Anger darkened her features. “How dare you? You don’t even know me!”

  “You’re right,” he replied smoothly and walked around her to the open car door.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  She punched his arm with her little fists, which amounted to a fly hitting him. She’s really cute when she’s mad. He sat in the driver’s seat and adjusted it enough so he wasn’t squished. A digital camera rested in the passenger side so he scooped it up.

  “Hey!” she yelled.

  She tried to grab the camera out of his hands, but he twisted his body to keep her away.

  “That’s private property. You have no right—”

  “And you are a liar,” he muttered as he scrolled through the photos. He was featured in some, all from standing in front of the Whiskey Lick Her. But the rest were of Romeo. Dozens of photos of his friend, captured in different poses, coming and going from the compound, sitting at the bar. “Who the fuck are you?”

  She hurried around to the other side of the car and opened the door. She yanked the camera from his hand, and he let her have it back without a struggle. Then she slammed the door shut and stomped around to his side again, standing toe to toe with him even as he straightened to his six-foot-two height. She didn’t cower, just stared up at him with a challenging scowl. The jut of her chin, the sneer in her lip, and the defiance in her eyes caused desire to punch his gut with a steel fist, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.

  “I’m waiting,” he said with a growl.

  “None of your business,” she replied coldly.

  He grabbed her upper arms and spun her around until her back rested against the car door. He fitted his own body against hers, and, almost immediately, he realized his mistake as the hot outline of her pussy cradled his pelvis. His cock answered the call and hardened. Her eyes widened at his reaction. Their gazes met, held. Something wild and potent crashed into him going about the speed of a freight train. Her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips and he had the craziest urge to kiss her until they both drowned in each other.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  “Let me go,” she said, but the anger had melted from her tone.

  She seemed to feel the electric charge between them too. It wasn’t just in his imagination. Her nipples beaded under her shirt, poking against him, and he couldn’t help grinding his dick into the cradle of her thighs.

  She gasped but didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she studied him intently, like a bug under a microscope. He was hard pressed not to squirm from the examination.

  “Not until you tell me your name and why you’re here.” The demands of his cock be damned.

  “I’m Chloe,” she answered softly.

  Her pretty face now bore uncertainty, something he could relate to. He’d never had such a visceral reaction to a woman before, and it was utterly unnerving.

  “Who are you spying for?”

  She didn’t answer, at least not right away. Instead, a myriad of emotions filtered through her almond-shaped eyes. There they stood, standing in the middle of the road under the bright moonlight, and Dax had the strangest notion to kiss her. The feeling only intensified when her gaze lingered on his mouth.

  “Myself,” she said softly.

  “Uh… What?”

  “I’m spying for myself.”

  He blinked. “Why?”

  “Romeo Barrigan saved my cousin,” she replied. “I moved to Bair in the hopes of repaying the debt.”

  “So you’re what? Stalking him?”

  “I call it learning.”

  She licked her lips, and he lost his train of thought. She managed to wiggle one hand free and lifted it to his face. He was a whole foot taller than she was, so she had to stretch, but she traced over his whiskered cheeks with featherlight touches. He didn’t want to acknowledge just how much he enjoyed it.

  “You’re quite handsome,” she murmured.

  “You’re quite beautiful.”

  She smiled at that. “What’s your name?”

  “Dax.”

  “You have to release me, Dax.”

  He nodded, not really comprehending what she’d said until her hands rested on his chest and pushed. He took a few steps back, although he didn’t want to. His cock wanted right back between her thighs—preferably without clothes between them.

  “Tell Romeo I said hello.” Her gaze fell to his lips. “I think I’d like to run into you again, Daxton Squire.”

  She slipped into her car, started it, backed up a little then drove around his bike. Once again, he was staring at the tail lights. Only then did he realize that he’d never told her his full name.

  Chapter Four

  As soon as she entered her home, Chloe headed right to her laptop and turned it on. While she waited for it to boot up, she plugged her camera into the computer via a USB port and, minutes later, scrolled through all the photos she’d taken from her stakeout. When Dax’s face lit up her screen, she halted. Confusion swirled within her. This wasn’t how her tangents worked. She became fixated on one man, not two—just one. Yet, as she stared into his dark eyes, she couldn’t deny the zing that shot through her body. Even in a photograph, he attracted her. Had something shifted? Had she lost her fixation?

  She quickly clicked on Romeo’s picture. She’d managed to capture him on his bike as he’d taken off his helmet. His T-shirt and cut stretched tightly over his muscles, outlining every detail. The distance prevented the camera from capturing his electric blue gaze, and as she zoomed in on his face, it simply pixilated even further. Still, she squirmed a little on the seat and her pussy clenched, yearning for a cock to fill it. His cock. Oh yes, she wanted him, but now she wanted Dax too.

  What did that mean?

  Confusion rolled through her. Since she still had feelings for Romeo, why had her body heated up when Dax had pressed up against her? The bristles of his beard had been soft under her touch, and she had very nearly kissed him. What would she do if given the opportunity to kiss Dax again? What if he was standing near Romeo when this so-called chance presented itself?

  What if she was with both of them?

  That was an interesting concept.

  She printed out some of the better pictures of Romeo she had managed to capture, plus she impulsively printed the one of Dax, and brought them all over to her new collage. Since she had zero friends and family in Bair, she could put them blatantly on her bedroom walls without fear that someone would see them and think she was slipping again.

  Her shrink would have had a field day if he could have seen her bedroom now. No doubt, he’d want to put her back on anti-depressants, make her leave Bair, get rid of all her triggers. He might even want to hospitalize her again. Fuck that. Her tangents didn’t hurt people.
In fact, it could be quite an enjoyable scenario for both parties if her infatuations would just stop saying that she was harassing them. The moment the cops were called was when her little fantasy world unraveled.

  She readied herself for bed, trying her damnedest to forget about her reaction to Daxton Squire. After showering and brushing her teeth, she slipped naked between the covers. But lying in the dark didn’t shut off her brain, and every second that passed, her pussy grew slicker. Butterflies swarmed through her belly until she couldn’t resist the pull any longer. Reaching into the side table, she pulled out her vibrator and a picture of Romeo, only this time she added Dax’s picture to the visual stimulation.

  Chloe laid her six-inch masturbation friend aside before teasing her hard nipples. Her sexual appetite was great, hindered only by her little problem. It seemed like she couldn’t find desire with any man other than the one she lusted for. Or, in this case, the men.

  As she stared at Dax and Romeo, she teased her pussy lips apart and slipped two fingers into her extremely wet cunt and pumped them in and out a few times. She bit her lip as pleasurable quivers rattled through her then pulled them out to lick them clean.

  She groped for the vibrator, eventually finding it in the sheets, and clicked it on. It pulsed in her hand noisily, so she turned it down to the medium setting before bringing it against one beaded nipple, rolling it over the peak. At the gentle vibrations against her soft skin, her clit pulsed with expectation. She returned the fingers she’d been sucking between her thighs, fucking her pussy as she pressed the vibrator directly on her nipple and flicked the setting to high.

  A mini climax tore through her. She wasn’t the type of girl who held back, because she could easily have multiple orgasms, but she wanted the big shebang as quickly as possible. Staring at two men, imagining all they could do to her, made her so hot and bothered she plunged the pink penis into her without any more preamble. Even wet, it took her a moment to get past the initial burn of invasion and to adjust by withdrawing and easing forward several times. Once she’d acclamated, she pumped the dildo in and out with one hand, and with the other, she massaged her clit vigorously.