Page 9 of Room One Hundred and Four: Shock and Awe

I arched an eyebrow and knew, without even looking at him, Spark had a similar look on his face. Before I could do it myself, Spark gritted out, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Rites ran a hand over his face and grunted. “I know where her next performance is, and I know we’ll be able to get in to see it. Maybe we’ll get the chance to talk to her afterwards.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, “Why didn’t you just get Friar involved, again? He could have found her address by now,” I pointed out.

Rites scoffed, “And what would you have us do? Just show up at her door? How do you think that would go over?” As much as I hated to admit it, he had a point and I nodded. He deflated slightly, a slight whine to his voice, “And I wanted to find her on my own. She’s,” he paused and looked at Spark defiantly, “ours.”

“Damn right,” I muttered as Spark stiffened.

It was clear that the idea of sharing Navy between us was still something our Prez was struggling with. I could only hope that he would relax and find a way forward. I wasn’t willing to give up on the possibility of being with her. Hell fucking no.

Rites might not have been as adamant, his own doubts clear to see written on his face after being friends and brothers for so long, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t be willing to give her up either.

Spark’s annoyance was clear to hear in his voice as he gritted out, “Where is she performing?”

For the first time in a long fucking time, a look of uncertainty crossed Rite’s face. His expression had me sitting up a little straighter in my chair. My gut churned with the knowledge that I wasn’t going to like what he was going to tell us.

“Club Sin,” he dropped the bomb on us, and I wasn’t the only one who growled in response.

Spark’s eyes were flashing dangerously as I felt fury fill me. The thought of her entertaining men at Club Sin, even though it was only a performance. I couldn’t shake the thought that it was going to be more than a burlesque show.

“It better just be a fucking show. No touching,” Spark’s voice was filled with barely restrained violence.

“I’m sure it is,” Rites tried to placate the feral tension in the room. “It’s one of the rules explicitly stated in the contract when hiring her.”

I breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the idea of others watching her dance still didn’t sit right with me. I hated the thought of anyone else looking at her. Yes, I knew it was irrational. But I couldn’t stop it.

And that’s why we’re riding up in the elevator to Club Sin. I’m grateful that I kept up with my membership even though I haven’t been here in a while.

The tension spiking between the three of us is palpable and the thought of seeing Navy again, even if it’s at a distance, is the only thing that has me focused as we make our way into Club Sin and toward the lounge on the first floor which has been setup with a much more elaborate stage setup than we provided at the clubhouse.

There’s a curtain of white pearls hanging across the width of the stage and a few props are on the edges. I hope that this performance is longer than the one we were graced with for Spark’s birthday. It wasn’t nearly enough, and I’ve been yearning to watch the sexy sway of her hips for weeks.

Thankfully, we don’t have to wait long before the lights dim, and my fingers tighten around the glass of whiskey in my hand. I’m not even sure when it arrived, but I’m grateful as fuck for it as anticipation builds around me. It’s not just my own either.

I swear our emotions are feeding off the others of my best friends and brothers. We want to see her, we need it.

When the lights turn back on, I can barely make out the shape of our woman on the other side of the pearl curtain, the lighting teasing me just as much as the way she’s obscured. The music starts to pump through the speakers and a hush falls over the crowd which only ramps up the waves of warning coming off my brothers and me.

The fact that no one has taken a seat right next to us is telling. It’s as if they can feel the anger and tension rolling off us.

If only that was enough to keep everyone’s eyes to themselves.

But at the same time, I could see the joy radiating from Navy when she was dancing at the clubhouse. I don’t have to like the fact that other men are watching her when it makes her soul light up from the inside out.

Two arms slide from between the strings of pearls, her delicate fingers sliding from her wrist and up her arm on one side and then the other. Fuck, my breathing starts to pick up with only a glimpse of our woman. Her nails are a dark color and imagining them running against my skin has me shivering.

When she pulls her arms back behind the curtain, she runs her hand along the strings of pearls while she moves behind it, the sway of the beading giving barely there peeks of her. It’s not enough, but the tease has my cock thickening behind the fly of my jeans.

The strings part again, but this time it’s a leg that comes through. The way she shows off parts of her body has me gripping my knees; it’s the only thing stopping me from standing up and storming the stage. I want to pull her into my arms, but I know I can’t.

The more she moves across the stage, showing bits and pieces of herself, the beat of the music accentuating the show. I can’t look away from her and I don’t want to.

As the song ends, she steps between the curtain and the lights go off again and I let out a soft grunt of annoyance and frustration. The growl Spark lets out and the groan from Rites echoes my own feelings of frustration of not being able to see more of our woman.

I barely register the rest of the room as Navy continues to perform. The feather fans are the last prop she uses and even though the show is similar to the one at the clubhouse, I don’t give a single fuck. I could watch her do the same damn show over and over and be enthralled every single time.

As much as I want the show to end because we won’t let her get away from us again, I also never want it to end because there’s something so fucking special about watching her perform.

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