Page 30 of Dust to Dust

“Good for us,” I muttered around the mouth of my glass.

“Speak of the devil,” Conleth mused. When he jerked his chin at the stage, I swiveled on the stool to focus on the stage.

With a techno version of Material Girl playing, Isla swayed her hips on the stage. Her pink corset and thong were encrusted with diamonds. Pink elbow length gloves covered her arms while a long pink wig flowed down to her ass. Although it looked good on her, I missed her blonde waves.

“She’s pretty in pink, eh?” Conleth chuckled.

“She sure is fuck is,” I replied before I could think better of it.

Answering Isla’s siren song, I grabbed my glass of whiskey and rose off the stool to get closer to the stage. Once I found an empty table, I eased down into a chair.

As if she felt my eyes on her, Isla met my gaze as she spun upside down. A smile flickered on her lips before she turned her focus back on her dance. She made the intense aerobatics look effortless.

While her legs kept her balance, her torso came free from the pole. Bringing her arms around her back, she undid her top. At the sight of her bare breasts, my cock slammed against my zipper, causing me to shift in my seat.

Jesus, what was happening to me? In the two years we’d owned Alainn, I’d never gotten hard from simply seeing a dancer’s breasts. If anything, I’d gotten desensitized to them.

At the sound of someone beside me, I pulled the table closer, trying to hide my erection. “What the hell are you doing out in the crowd?” Dare asked as he plopped down beside me.

Reluctantly, I tore my eyes off of Isla. “Just having a drink.”

He frowned. “You never have a drink out here.”

With a shrug, I replied, “You know, I’m not such an OCD hardass that I don’t mix things up sometimes.”

Dare snorted. “Whatever.”

As Isla slunk down the stage towards us, Dare’s disinterested stare focused on Isla. He did a double take before shaking his head. “Feck me, she’s a bleedin’ vision,” he murmured.

I shifted in my chair. This time it wasn’t my cock making me uncomfortable but instead it was Dare’s hungry appraisal of Isla. While many of the other men wore the same expression, it didn’t get to me as much as it did with Dare.

“She’s the new dancer you auditioned the day Caterina was kidnapped?”

“Aye.”

Dare ran his tongue over his lips. “She’s seriously exquisite.”

Although I gritted my teeth at his remark, I replied, “She’s very talented.”

Tearing his gaze from the stage, Dare wagged his brows at me. “Is she now? I guess that means her audition went very well.”

“You know if it hadn’t, she wouldn’t be up there.” As I watched Isla effortlessly spin, I said, “She came in here working the pole better than most of the girls who have been here for years.”

“Fuck that. I want to know about her working your pole during the audition.”

I snorted. “You’re a sick shite, you know that?”

He grinned. “Come on, man. Anyone with a half working cock would be creaming their pants to have her grinding on them.”

My mind rocketed back to that day. How I’d come so fucking hard in my pants for Isla. I couldn’t imagine how intense it would’ve been to actually be inside her.

Dare’s eyes bulged. “I knew it!”

“What?”

“She made you come. That’s never fucking happened before, has it?” When I didn’t reply, he grinned at me. “I can’t blame you, mate. Mm, as soon as she comes off that stage, I’m taking her for a private dance.”

“Not bloody likely,” I snapped.

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