Page 48 of Firecracker

Quick grabs me off the bar carrying me to the stairs. “We have some surprises for you ladies.”

Quick sets me down halfway up the stairs, slipping my dress back down into place. We hold hands and make our way into the party room. All the women are sitting around the stage watching Mac stripping to “Just A Little Bit” by 50 Cent, except his mother who’s dying of laughter back at the bar taking a shot with her husband Bear.

I pull Quick down so I can talk into this ear. “What’s this all about?”

Quick pulls me into his enormously hard body and breathes into my ear. “A few of the guys made some cracks about pole dancing being easy. Some bets were made and obviously lost so since it’s just a few of us here now we thought we would give you ladies a little show of our own.”

Jealousy rushes through me. “Who do you have a bet with?” I start to think about all the women he’s been with, and I get pissed. “Have you slept with every woman here?”

Quick takes a step back looking down at me. I’m sure I look pissed because I’m drunk and don’t give a fuck. He studies me looking pissed himself but smiles. “Is my firecracker jealous?”

I cross my arms and huff out, “You are the biggest male slut here, I’m sure you’ve been with all the single girls.”

Quick spreads his legs wide, so he’s eye level with me, looking me in the eye, he says with a serious tone, “I don’t shit where I eat. I have never been with any of our main girls.”

I snap back, “Main girls? What the fuck does that even mean?”

“It means I don’t fuck around with club girls. I usually get girls from bars or club girls from other clubs but never any of our regular girls. They’re like my sisters. It's just something I don’t like to do. I haven’t had a relationship in over eight years. I fuck 'em and leave ‘em until you. You’re literally the first woman I’ve been with twice or in the same week or hell even month. I don’t do repeats.”

Heart drops. Swoon. But why?

“Why me?”

He leans in giving me a quick kiss. “You’ll see.”

He stands back up pulling me over to a big lounger where Ginger and Izzy sat down.

“I’ll be back.” And he’s gone.

Izzy leans over. “Are you good?”

I smile. “Yeah, just a little drunk and tired.”

She gives me a hug. All the ladies are screaming at Mac pumping his groin up against the pole doing his best impression of a “Magic Mike” scene. When his song ends, Mac stays onstage laughing as he picks the dollar bills up and then I see him… Quick. He jumps on stage, bouncing side to side on the balls of his feet, like he’s warming up for a fight.

Izzy laughs. “Ah, shit. Here we go.”

I look over to the girls. “What?”

“They both love to dance and sing so I’m sure we’re in for a treat.” Izzy laughs looking over at me. “You remember him at the club bouncing all around. He’s fucking crazy.”

We both laugh, turning to see what craziness these two come up with and when the beat hits Quick struts out shifting his shoulders forward, moving side to side going along with the beat. “Shake That” by Eminem featuring Nate Dogg. Quick starts lip syncing Eminem's part, acting just like him when Eminem raps, throwing his arms out. Mac throws his shirt back on circling him, acting like Nate Dogg. We’re up out of the seats, and I’m on my way to the front. Ginger and Izzy right on my tail. All three of us moving to the beat nodding our heads and shoulders with the music.

Mac starts to sing as he sits down using the same chair Izzy did but straddling it. I laugh when he uses the seat talking about how much ass he gets comparing it to a toilet. He stands up air fucking the chair before letting it drop to the ground and grabbing his dick. Everyone’s busting up laughing with these two crazy fuckers.

Quick, who has been circling around Mac, stops and points to me as he raps the song. Quick copies Mac grabbing his package, dancing, telling me to shake my ass. When Shy moves down the stage strutting like a woman shaking his ass, the entire room erupts, everyone is yelling. A few of the men are jumping up and down laughing. He has everyone moving toward the stage up front. There isn’t a person sitting, and we all move to the music. I laugh thinking of a scene from “8 Mile” when Eminem is rapping to the crowd. Quick has everyone moving to the beat.

Quick grabs Shy like he’s the slut in the song. Shy shakes his ass as Quick grabs him from behind pretending to fuck him. The men act out the song to perfection. Quick moves to stand in front of me hiking his knees up dancing around just like Eminem does bending at the waist.

My heart drops again. This man is killing me. He’s so fucking cute. I dance in front of him. Mac jumps down grabbing a girl, bending her over, smacking her ass. Shy stays onstage strutting around still acting like a woman shaking his ass. Quick jumps down and begins gyrating up behind me until the song ends. The club chants Shy’s name who takes a bow, laughing as he looks down at Ginger.

Ginger’s telling him to get down but Shy looks out to the crowd with a devilish grin when “Down On Me” by Jeremiah featuring 50 Cent, filters through the speakers. Still looking out over the crowd, he points down to Ginger. “I can tell she wants me,” he shouts. We all scream jumping up and down. I don’t even pay attention to Quick who’s still behind me.

Shy dances around singing the song. He takes his shirt off throwing it at Ginger who’s ear to ear grinning. For the love of God, he’s stacked. Jesus Christ, his tattoo on his back is huge. Most of these guys are tatted up but fuck, his is huge. I can’t stop watching him. He gets down on the ground, grinding and doing floor moves like Channing Tatum does in the “Magic Mike” movie. Ginger shakes her head, and when he starts to undo his pants she’s ready to pounce on stage, but Maze holds her back saying no touching the dancers.

Shy stops undoing his pants, lifting a finger to tsk-tsk us before he thrusts his hips a few times before the song ends. All the guys are throwing money on stage. The whole club’s freaking out laughing. My heart is full, and my face hurts from smiling so much. Ginger jumps onto stage and tackles Shy to the floor.

When the next song starts, everyone looks around to see who will be dancing. Quick is still dancing behind me when I hear him say something about Hennessy, and I freeze.

Holy Fuck!

He moves around me, pointing at my smile, and I flush. “Mine” by Bazzi, plays through the speakers. He dry humps the air reminding me of earlier when he took me from behind. Quick keeps circling me singing each word to me. Everyone’s watching as they form a circle around us, but I only have eyes for him. When the chorus hits, he grabs me, twirling me around moving his hands up and down my body.

“Goddamn, Firecracker, I want you so fucking bad. Let’s not waste any more time baby,” he murmurs into my ear while placing my feet on the ground. We start to slow dance as I slip my arms around his neck, his hands gliding up and down my sides as he sings to me.

“This weekend. Ruby, waste this weekend away with me,” he says kissing me.

“Yes,” I answer, kissing him back.

Grabbing my ass, Quick hikes me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and we’re off again, but this time I know, it will be for the night.

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