Page 11 of Lucky's Trouble

Tinleigh straddles my hips and unties the bow at her neck, letting the fishnet fabric covering her tits fall down, and my mind takes the backseat. Since her shirt was all but see-through, I already knew her tits were big, but seeing them bare with only small, bedazzled tassels covering her nipples was a whole new experience. The way they hang and move with her body is mesmerizing.

“You can touch me,” she says, gliding her own hands over her perfect mounds.

Shit. Don’t do it, man. Myla would cut off your balls if she found out.

Tinleigh makes the decision for me when she grabs my hand and brings it to her breast. Fuck me, she’s more than a handful for even my big paws, and her skin is soft and supple. My cock thickens, and I see the moment she feels it between her legs when her pouty lips part and her eyelids go half-mast.

I shrug. What did she expect?

Since I’m already palming one breast, I decide I might as well go all in and reach for the other. She arches back, resting her hands on my knees as she grinds against me. I squeeze her tits, wondering what it would take to get these pasties off and if she really likes this or if it’s all an act.

Lifting onto her knees, she moves my hands to her ass before looping her arms around my neck and thrusting her breasts in my face. Goddamn, this is pure fucking heaven. My cock strains against my zipper, and right now, I’d do anything to release it and slip inside her cunt.

“Am I allowed to taste them?” I ask.

She glances into the corner where the cameras are. “Sure, baby.”

Baby?

My hands fall away from her as the fake term of endearment is so casually thrown out. It’s like a bucket of ice water being dumped on my head, reminding me why I’m here. She’s not grinding on me because she’s into me. This is her damn job, and as far as she’s concerned, I’m nothing more than a customer.

“We need to talk, Tinleigh,” I say, removing my face from her tits.

She freezes, loosening her hold from around my neck. “How do you know my name?”

“I’m Sons.”

“Sons?”

“Sons of Erebus. We own the Honey Pot.” She tries to remove herself, but I know these rooms are monitored, and if anything looks off, there’ll be a bouncer here in seconds. We need to make everything look like business as usual, so I reclaim her ass and hold her in place. Besides, I might as well get my money’s worth. “Don’t give those men out there any reason to come inside this room.”

She stares down at me for a long moment, looking so much like her sister. I obviously know they’re twins, but I’m still shocked at how similar they really are, from their cute button noses to their big blue eyes. The only difference I can see is that Tinleigh’s blonde hair has hot pink streaks while Myla’s has purple streaks.

“Did Myla tell you to come here?” Realization washes over her as she glances at the camera in the corner before resuming her dancing. She’s not trying as hard as she was moments ago.

“No, but she’s my friend, and she’s worried about you.”

Tinleigh lifts off me, but she does it in time with the music, so I know she’s not going anywhere. She turns around and sits in my lap, reaching up and over her head to run her hands through my hair that’s long and loose tonight. “Your friend, huh?”

“She is, and I don’t have girls who are friends.” I settle my hands on her hips, wishing we were alone so I could do all the things to her that’re running through my mind since I saw her on stage.

Even more than that, this woman intrigues me in a way not many do. Yeah, I want to fuck the shit out of her, but afterward, I wouldn’t want her to leave. I’d want her to stick around so I could find out more about her.

She tips her head up so her lips are close to my ear, her words tickling against my neck. “Tell my sister I’m fine.”

“I’m afraid that ain’t gonna be good enough for her, darlin’. She’ll want to hear that from you.” The song ends, and Tinleigh tries to move again, but I keep her ass against my still-hard dick. “I want another song.”

“Sorry, baby, I have other guests waiting,” she says in a saccharine tone.

“Tinleigh,” I growl. “We’re not done here.”

She sighs. “Fine. One more. But you’re paying for it.”

“Don’t I know it.” If she thinks I’m talking about the money, she’s wrong. I’ll be walking away from this exchange with the biggest case of blue balls I’ve ever had. “Why haven’t you returned her calls?”

“It’s complicated.” She stands and pops her ass in my face, making her butt cheeks clap.

Scrubbing a hand down my beard, I groan. “Simplify it for me.”

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