Page 33 of Dust to Dust

At that moment, I couldn’t help being jealous of the bastard. I wanted it to be my cock she was riding. Of course, I had something he didn’t have. I knew what her silky skin felt like under my fingertips. The weight of her luscious tits in my hands. The taste of her tongue and lips.

My hips rose and fell in time with hers as I pumped my hand harder and harder. My fingers were a shitty substitute for Isla’s thong-clad pussy. “Oh fuck!” the guy shouted as his hips surged forward. His fingers gripped the expensive leather as he rode out his orgasm.

As Isla rose from his lap and turned to the camera, I focused on her tits. A cry barked from my lips as I imagined shooting my cum on them, marking her as mine and only mine.

But when I came back to myself, I realized I could never act on my fantasy. She wasn’t mine to take. Nothing good would come to her by getting involved with me.

Chapter Seven: Isla

As I made my way to the bar to settle up on tips, I couldn’t believe I’d been dancing at Alainn for a week. The past seven days had flown in a flurry of sequins and beading, dollar bills, and very appreciative male attention.

In all honesty, I actually enjoyed it. I got to do something I loved–dancing–while making extremely good money. I’d gotten over being topless after the second day, and thankfully, we weren’t asked to take off our g-strings.

The only thing I didn’t enjoy was the private dances. It went without saying that Quinn had spoiled me for the act. Regardless of how handsome or sexy the man was, it did nothing for me.

I worked hard to mask the repulsion I felt as their erections pressed into my ass or my core–especially when they didn’t bother hiding their wedding bands. Just as Quinn had assured me, no one was allowed to touch me. The one time a client had grabbed my breast one of the bouncers quickly appeared from the doorway to remind him if he wanted to continue coming to the club, he’d keep his hands to himself.

Despite what we had experienced together, Quinn had barely said more than hello to me since he'd returned to the club. While he might not have said anything to me, he’d watched my set from start to finish. The intensity of his gaze on me was unnerving. I tried reasoning with myself he was probably just making sure he’d made the right choice to hire me.

I couldn’t help being curious about him. Everyone from the dancers to the bouncers seemed to shy away from him. On his first night back at the club, I walked up to him after my set to say hello. Conleth’s mouth dropped obscenely wide like he couldn’t believed I’d dared to approach Quinn, least of all give him a pleasant greeting.

After Quinn returned my hello with a tight smile, Conleth fumbled with the whiskey bottle he was pouring. I don’t know what was more shocking: that I, a lowly dancer, had braved the beast to say hello, or the fact Quinn had returned the greeting.

Tonight as I worked on my makeup in the dressing room, I decided to try to dig up a little gossip about him with the two girls who had been the nicest to me, Mabry and Lenora. They’d both been dancing at Alainn for two years. Mabry was a finance major at Boston College while Lenora was a psych major at UMASS Boston.

“So, it’s good seeing Quinn back at the club,” I remarked in my most casual voice.

Lenora snorted. “Excuse me? Did you just call Mr. Kavanaugh by his first name?”

I winced. “Oh, um, are we not supposed to?”

She slid a tube of red lipstick across her lips. “You won’t if you know what’s good for you.”

Embarrassment tinged my cheeks. “My bad.”

Mabry smiled at me in the mirror. “It’s fine, Isla. You’re still learning the ins and outs of the job.” As she fluffed her dark hair, she said, “As for Mr. Kavanaugh, I’m glad he’s back, too.”

Lenora made a face. “Seriously?”

With a nod, Mabry replied, “Whenever he isn’t here, clients always try to get more handsy. Just knowing he’s in the building or his brothers makes me feel so much safer.”

“His brothers run just as tight a ship, and I’ll take them over him any day.”

Nibbling my lip, I wondered what it was about Quinn, uh, Mr. Kavanaugh that made her have such a strong reaction. “Has he been an asshole to you?”

“Isn’t he to everyone?” Lenora replied.

A nervous laugh tumbled from my lips. “Well, yeah, but I mean has he done something to make you so angry?”

Lenora shook her head. “No. It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” I prompted.

She sighed. “I hate the whole beast attitude that he conveys that makes everyone, including myself, cower in fear.”

Mabry nudged Lenora playfully. “That’s because you hate alpha men, and Mr. Kavanaugh is the King of Alphas.”

Wrinkling her nose, Lenora replied, “True. Very true.”

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