Page 30 of Tiny's Law

Just then, Maria turns her gaze on me and lets out a whistle. “Ms. Council washes up nicely.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, future mother-in-law.”

Maria looks at me funny and then Brenna lets out a loud laugh. “I called you my future mother-in-law to Flame. Don’t tell him, and I don’t think he caught on. He was so frazzled.”

“You’re secret's safe with me, Bren,” Maria winks at her.

I look questioningly at Tiny as Brenna hands our drinks over to us. He leans down and presses his lips to my ear. “Brenna found an engagement ring in his drawer a few weeks ago.”

“How do you possibly know that?”

Waggling his eyebrows at me, he feathers his fingers down my back again. “I told you, honey, I know everything about this town.”

Tiny pulls me away from the bar ,and by looking around, it seems to be a mix of people here wearing similar vests to Tiny’s. A few have different club names and graphics on them though. And college kids. I spot a couple of random people in different corners but mostly it seems like we have a mix of bikers and frat boys. What an odd pairing.

Pulling me closer by his grasp on my hand, Tiny presses his lips to my ear. “There are a few other clubs here tonight, and unless you want all these thirsty fuckers pawing after you, make sure you stay close. If you sit on my lap, you should be safe, but without a property cut, you’re fair game, honey.”

I pull back and meet his eyes, trying to see if he’s fucking with me or just trying to feed me a line so that I’ll sit on his lap. I’m not sure what a property cut is, and the only hands I want pawing at me are connected to the big man who slides one of those hands around my back and presses it firmly against my spine causing goosebumps to break out across my entire body.

By the heated, predatory fire in Tiny’s eyes, I’d say it isn’t just a line.

Chapter 10

Tiny

This pretty little vixen is driving me fucking wild. Her plump ass has been pressed tightly against my lap for the past hour and a half.

All the guys have cast curious glances our way, but everyone met Kourtney the other day and knows who she is. I’ve already gotten the threat from Ghost that I better not be fucking around with her, considering the things she could do for us in her profession.

I had to shut him down real fucking quick. I’m not fucking around here. I know I’ve never given anyone a reason to think I’m the type of man to settle down but fuck. Something in this woman pulls to something deep inside me. She fucking possesses something inside of me, causing me to want to lock her down. And fast.

The DJ announces another dancer, and the beginning chords of Novacandy by Post Malone bump through the speakers as Foxy saunters out to midstage. Kourtney’s hips start to move with the beat against my lap, and I have to physically hold the groan back as her plush ass brushes against my rock-hard cock once again.

I’ve been in a permanent state of half-chub since she perched her tight little ass down on my lap. Although, there’s nothing even remotely little about her ass. It’s fucking juicy-thick perfection.

Each time the music rises just enough that we haven’t been able to hear each other, she reaches back to talk into my ear, and her ass also shifts to rub against me. Conversation flows effortlessly, and my cheeks hurt from laughing at her lavish stories.

With one hand on my beer, I run my other hand down her back, watching as the goosebumps follow the path of my fingertips. Once at the base of her spine, I spread my hand wide, reaching the side of her hip and squeezing. I’ve never been more fucking thankful for my big hands before. I can reach multiple spots on her body at once.

I press a kiss to her shoulder blade, the coolness of her skin effectively cooling the heat of my lips. “You are trouble.”

She giggles and wiggles against my length again. This little shit. She knows what she’s doing. I guide my hand underneath the flimsy fabric of her top to play against her tight stomach. My thumb brushes the underside of her plump breast. “Mmm.”

She turns just slightly in my lap to face me. “I think you’re trouble too. You know what you’re doing.”

“Me? I’m just sitting here, minding my own business, drinking a beer.”

“Oh really?”

Even as I said it, I push up from underneath her, pressing my length into her thigh. My thumb is now running circles higher on her breast, and I can feel the slight scratch of tape against the pad of my thumb. I smirk up at her. “Tape. Smart.”

She shrugs. “Hard nipples and satin don’t really go together.”

“No?” I frown, looking down at her chest. “I think you should take it off. I happen to think hard nipples and satin go together perfectly.”

She leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek with a grin. “This may be a strip club, but I’m not the one giving a show.”

“Fair enough,” I say with hooded eyes. Now that she’s sitting more to the side, I lift her leg so it’s draped across my lap. I run my fingers along the velvet material of her boot and groan.

---