One More Rule: The Blindfold Club Novella (7 page)

“Fifty,” Dominic said. “My fiancé wants a dance.”

She gave a plain look. “Sorry, I don’t do women.”

I . . . couldn’t even. She took the money from Evie’s lips earlier without a problem. I found the girl’s rejection annoying, even though it wasn’t personal. She had every right to refuse, but . . . “You don’t like money?”

Ashley’s face soured, and when she wasn’t smiling, she had a full-on case of resting bitch face. “I do, but I’m not into girls.”

Her condescending tone was sharp as a knife, slicing both Evie and I, but she didn’t appear concerned about it. Her gaze flitted from Dominic to Logan, and her whole demeanor changed. Her face lit up and her voice warmed like honey. “Do either of you guys want a dance?”

This girl made her living dancing for men, and she was a seasoned pro. One who assumed either Logan or Dominic held the money, and she’d have more luck getting extra dances out of the guy with the wallet if he was the one receiving.

“No, they don’t want a dance.” I snatched my drink off the table and slammed it. “But thanks for stopping by.”

Her eyes widened with surprise. Surely she was used to being the most powerful woman in the room, but then, she’d never been in one with
me
.

“I can get on the pole for thirty.” Like she was sensing the sale slipping away.

I gestured to Dominic. “You know what? He’ll take a lap dance after all . . . for thirty.”

Her eyes went narrow, but she didn’t walk. How confident was she in her skills in getting more dances out of him? Apparently confident enough. She nodded in reluctant acceptance and strutted toward us.

Alcohol buzzed in my system, but when I rose to stand on my sexy high heels, I tried not to show the effects. I rounded the chair so I could set my hands on Dominic’s shoulders and lean over. It wasn’t my first choice, but I liked this. It was a position of power and a front row seat to the dance.

Ashley’s gaze paused on mine, and she issued a silent threat to keep my distance.
Whatever, bitch.
I’d touch him if I wanted to. Dominic would throw her ass to the ground if I asked him to do it.

The song changed and Ashley began her dance. Her feet moved side to side on those sexy heels while her hands wandered over her body. It felt . . . forced and robotic. Not alluring and seductive like Tracy’s had been. Dammit, why didn’t I just ask her to stay? Every second Ashley looked less and less attractive to me.

Her bra came off quickly and was cast to the floor as she remained on her feet, swaying to the music. Her hands stacked her blonde hair up on top of her head, and then it fell, cascading down as she shook her head, her tits bouncing slightly.

She spun on her heels and flopped down, putting her ass in Dominic’s lap so she could grind on him. Would he even find this sexy? I felt bad for agreeing to the dance without checking with him first. I needed to make this better.
Hotter
.

I bent down and settled my lips a breath away from Dominic’s, teasing my kiss. I even lowered until our lips barely touched, but didn’t give him the pressure and intensity I knew he desired. His hand shot up, grabbed a handful of hair on the back of my head and forced me down so our mouths could crash together, while the other woman rocked in his lap.

But the impact of our kiss made my drunk ass stumble on my heels.
Shit
! My hand latched onto anything to stabilize and keep me from falling. I found something soft, and warm, and bare.

Ashley’s shoulder.

I yanked my hand back and straightened, but she jolted up out of his lap and spun to face me, anger flaring in her eyes.

“That was my bad,” Dominic said. Ashley snatched up her discarded bra, not bothering to put it back on. “She didn’t mean to—”

But Ashley fled without a word, exited the room in a huff, and the door slammed shut.

I blinked at Evie and Logan who were frozen on the couch, staring back at me, and since I was drunk, I no longer cared about my filter. She’d run from the room just because I accidentally touched her shoulder? “God, what a lesbian.”

Dominic chuckled.

“You know what?” I said. “I think Tracy’s hotter anyway, I’m sure we can get—”

The door opened and a thick white guy with no neck stepped inside, a sneer on his face. “Party’s over. Time to go.”

chapter

SIX

My mouth dropped open. “Are you fucking serious?”

The bouncer surveyed the room and his gaze landed on Dominic. “Yeah, you can’t touch the dancers. You all need to leave.”

“He didn’t touch her,” I said. “I did, and it was completely on accident.”

The enormous man shook his head and crossed his powerful arms over his chest. “Not what the girl said, but it doesn’t matter.”

“This is bullshit.”

“Are we going to have a problem here?”

Dominic’s hands were on my waist, locking me in place, as if he knew I was a heartbeat away from getting in the bouncer’s face. I drew in a breath to even myself out and remain in control. It was done, and no amount of talking was going to salvage it. “Nope, no problem.” I put my hand on top of Dominic’s, urging him to release me. “Let’s go. I’m fucking exhausted anyway. The jet lag is catching up.”

It wasn’t possible to feel worse than I did as we were escorted through the club toward the main door. There were round tables near the entrance that had poles in the center so the dancers could entertain smaller parties, up close and personal. Ashley, back in her bra, was up on the table, dancing for a group of men.

I felt a little better when several of the guys turned my direction and watched me. From the annoyed expression on her face, I could tell she knew. These men preferred to look at me, fully clothed, over her in a bra and skimpy underwear.

The night air was cool as we waited for Saul to pull the limo up.

“Guys,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

Evie shivered in the breeze, but laughed. “It wasn’t your fault. And think about how awesome the story is. I got kicked out of a strip club during my bachelorette party.”

Logan’s hands rubbed up and down her arms, trying to warm her. “Payton, it’s not a problem.”

“Of course not. You’re just dying to get your blindfold back on.”

Logan’s grin developed slowly, and it looked seductive and sinister in the moonlight, much like a predator’s, and Evie was his prey. “You’re not wrong.”

The limo pulled up and Saul hopped out, opening the back door. Evie and Logan climbed inside, but I motioned for Dominic to go next, and set a hand on our driver’s arm.

“Can you just drive around for the next forty-five minutes or so? Stay in the city, but keep us moving?”

If it was an odd request, Saul didn’t show it. “Sure, not a problem.”

“Thanks.” As I climbed in and shut the door, I wondered how much of our party he could hear behind the black privacy glass. Maybe he’d go home tonight and tell his wife about chauffeuring us from drag queen club to titty bar, or perhaps this wasn’t that wild of a night for him. He was a limo driver in Chicago and might have driven all sorts of crazy celebrities.

“No more liquor for you.” I tugged the champagne glass from Evie’s hand. I didn’t want it to be any easier on Logan. In fact, I wanted him to need a crowbar to get her knees apart.

“What’s going on?” The corners of her mouth turned downward. “Earlier you acted like you thought I was insane, and now you’re on board?”

“Yeah,” Dominic said before I could get anything out. “Now that she’s got something riding on it.”

Logan held an amused smile. “You made a bet?” His gaze settled on mine. “You’re going to lose.”

Dominic laughed. “I told her that.”

Cocky pieces of shit, both of them. “Hey, fuck you. You both think you’re so irresistible, why don’t you try to seduce each other?” I sipped the drink I’d stolen from Evie as the limo took a turn and forced me to lean into Dominic. I set my hand on his chest and pushed off, righting myself. “Evie and I could watch.”

It was like I’d insulted their mothers. Both men gave me an annoyed look, illustrating exactly how
not
funny
that idea was to them.

“You’re a bunch of hypocrites,” I continued. “You love girl-on-girl, but you don’t give us any guy-on-guy action.”

Evie giggled at the thought. Shit. She sounded like I felt. Buzzing.

“Keep dreaming, devil woman.”

I made a pouty face, but then I got an idea. The drink sloshed as I abandoned it in a cup holder and set my sights on Evie. She was sitting on the side bench, closest to the front of the limo, which meant I’d have to climb over Logan to get to her.

Strong arms ensnared me as I tried to move, and his low voice rumbled in my ear. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“To get some girl-on-girl action,” I whispered back, “since I didn’t get any at the club.” Instantly Dominic’s hold was gone.

Logan eyed me with suspicion as I fumbled through the aisle. The car hit a bump and I tumbled into his lap.

“Don’t mind me,” I said, full of sarcasm. Which of course, he didn’t. Logan made zero effort to help me, but perhaps he wanted to keep his distance. Dominic and I hadn’t talked much about the fact I’d fucked his best friend, because it had happened months before I’d met the man who became my fiancé. But tension lurked in the quiet moments, and Logan didn’t seem to know how to deal. It needed to not be so quiet.

“Get out your phone and put on some music,” I ordered Logan. “Something sexy.”

He didn’t move. “What exactly is your plan?”

I flopped down on the seat between the bride and groom, edging Evie out of the way. “Evie’s going to give me a lap dance.”

Her laugh was bright and bubbly. She thought I was kidding? Because I wasn’t.

The dark back seat glowed with soft light when Logan began tapping on his screen, and then a slow, seductive beat began.

“Come on,” I said to her, my voice going husky. “Let’s see if we can get Logan to come in his pants.” How would Evie beg him for sex if he were already spent?

Logan’s tone was dark. “You’re hilarious. That won’t happen, so there’s no need to try.”

“Logan,” Dominic barked. “Shut the fuck up.”

I grinned. Dominic hadn’t gotten to see Evie and me together, after all. It was only fair.

“Okay.” She flashed a smile as she shook her head. “Get ready for the least sexy lap dance ever.”

I’d cut her some slack. She was a little drunk. Even though the limo was spacious, it was still the interior of a car and didn’t leave much room. Plus, it was in motion and she had an audience.

But when she sat down on my lap and stared at me, like that was all she had, I laughed. “Yeah, don’t quit your day job.”

“Yes, please don’t,” Logan quipped.

Evie leaned over and put a hand on his leg to stabilize herself. “I wouldn’t dream of it, boss.”

I hadn’t lied at the club; I was exhausted. So I needed to get the show going if I had any hope of getting Logan turned on enough to ask her to break her rule. My palm slid up her spine, and I buried my fingers in her soft, thick hair, only to clench a fistful and tug her head back. A startled noise erupted from her when I planted my lips on the side of her throat, right where her pulse pounded.

Both men straightened, and the mood in the back seat snapped from playful to serious in an instant. My other hand cupped the side of her face, holding her still as I sucked on her neck, and her heartbeat raced.

“Oh.” It escaped from Evie on the lightest of sighs.

She smelled like citrus. The tip of my nose traced her delicate skin, and I exhaled. It drew a shiver from her, and power rose in my belly. I’d learned how much I liked being in control the first night Akira let me have it over his submissive Yuriko. Dominic wouldn’t have an issue now, but how much control would Logan let me take?

Without releasing my hold, I softened my grip on the hair at the nape of her neck, giving her just enough leash so she could see both men gazing at us. Their lustful expressions only fed my power.

“Can I touch her?” I asked Logan, knowing his response would dictate what kind of response I got from her. If he were into it, she’d allow it. My hand not in her hair crept down to rest on her collarbone, and my fingers edged just inside the shoulder of her dress. Hinting exactly where I wanted to go.

“If it’s okay with Evie.”

It was a dangerous game I hadn’t intended to play again, but I couldn’t stop myself. The pads of my fingers glided over her smooth skin, traveling down the fabric of her dress until the round globe of her breast was in my hand.

She didn’t stop me, thank God. Over the song playing on Logan’s phone, I heard both men’s breathing pick up.

“Shit,” she mumbled. “What are we doing?” Only she arched her sexually starved body into my touch.

“Just having some fun.” I squeezed and her nipple harden beneath her bra.
So responsive.
My mouth went back to her throat, and as I moved up, she turned her head down . . .