Page 8 of Serpent Darling
"Sadie!" He called out, "You here?!"
Jagger was still in the dark gray sweatpants he changed into after he came in from walking Bianca out to her Uber during the night, his chest bare. He leaned over the staircase's banister and looked towards the bar area but saw no one. Only Sadie and Warren, his dad, had keys to the bar, and he knew he locked that shit up tight after Bianca left in case she tried to come back unannounced.
Jagger opened his mouth to yell again, a wave of panic rising in his chest, and he began to clock where he'd hidden the gunsaround the bar last year. As his eyes drifted towards the stage at the other end of the bar, he clenched his fists and tried to relax because Sadie was currently moving around the pole in a flash of black fabric against creamy white skin. He hadn't realized how long her hair had gotten since they finished college, but it had been a while since she stopped cutting it.
Jagger couldn't help but notice now as it whipped against the top of her ass when she threw her head back.
He swallowed hard and had to force his fists to unclench. He almost felt bad for watching her.
Almost.
Sadie hadn't noticed him over the music, obviously lost in her movements, sweat glistening on her skin and causing what little clothes she had on to stick to her. Jagger's eyes never left the lines of her body as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs and leaned his bare shoulder against the wall. He took in how well she moved in time to the song playing, vaguely catching some of the pretty dirty lyrics. His lips pulled up in a smirk, finally recognizing 'Backstage' by NEFFEX.
Sadie always had the most interesting taste in music, her playlists consisting of show tunes, pop ballads, and songs you'd typically hear in a strip club.
He loved that about her.
Suddenly, he felt the too-familiar rush of lust for his friend. His headache was soon replaced by another ache in his cock as it twitched in response to the vision in front of him.
Sadie slid her hands up the pole and lifted herself up, keeping her legs straight as she swung them to hook her ankles together and caught the pole tightly between the apex of her thighs. She slowly leaned backward, her fingers tracing the pole, and then they were gliding up her chest, and a hand gripped her throat as she tossed her head back. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were now tangling in her hair, the black bralette top she worestraining against her breasts that threatened to spill from her movements.
Jagger wished more than anything to feel those fucking legs wrapped around his neck, licking her through the lacy scrap of fabric that was hugging that perfect mound of flesh. He wanted to hear her whimpers and make her lose control. He wanted to replace her hands with his and grip her golden locks in his fists as he forced her to look at him when he forced himself inside her. He wanted to-
His fantasies were interrupted as he watched her eyes open and lock with his, still upside down on the pole.
Sadie's breath caught in her throat, and she quickly reached above her to grab the pole and start getting down. Within a few moments, she was right-side up, her legs releasing to bring her feet down to the ground. She ran to the edge of the stage and shut the song off with a quick button. The stereo system that her phone was plugged into was still glowing.
"I'msosorry! Did I wake you?" Sadie asked as she quickly stepped into her motorcycle boots, which remained unlaced. She made her way down the few steps of the stage to meet him on the main floor. She'd been bartending long enough to know better than to walk barefoot throughout the bar, brushing off how little she was wearing. He'd seen her in bathing suits before, and during the summers, they'd managed to sneak away to the shore for a day. But in this environment, it was different.
Jagger didn't realize he'd been walking toward her since she shut the music off until they stood toe-to-toe. He let his eyes wander down her body, and when he looked back into her doe eyes that had the nerve to look so innocently at him while the body in front of him was a picture of sin, he thought he'd died and gone to hell. Her face was flushed from her physical activity, and Jagger wanted nothing more than to wrap his long fingers around her neck and pull her in for a hard kiss. Instead, hecleared his throat and said, "I thought you were going to do this at night."
Sadie's eyebrows drew together as she gave him a look. "I'm sorry you were still sleeping, Jag. It's past eleven; I figured you'd be awake by now. The bar is opening in 10 minutes," she said as if that explained everything.
Despite his best efforts, Jagger couldn’t stop darting his eyes across her chest and torso. He blamed it on still being half-asleep but deep down he knew it was a bald-faced fucking lie.
Sadie tried to cover herself better and pulled at the fabric of her black bralette that clung to her ribs, hoping it would magically get long enough to conceal her torso.
Jagger's expression did nothing to hide his amusement at how nervous she suddenly looked, seeming as though she finally understood she was standing in the middle of the bar in little more than her underwear and boots.
God, those fucking boots.
She might as well be wearing high heels with how they affected him right now.
"I didn't sleep well last night," he admitted. "But, I have to say, it's not the worst way to wake up, Sweets." He was clearly teasing her and raised an eyebrow at her discomfort.
Sadie ran her small, manicured hands over her face and groaned. "You're lucky I love it when you call me that."
She wrapped her arms around herself in a hug and tried not to feel self-conscious when she realized what she admitted. Sadly, in doing so, she missed the searing look on his face.
"I normally would have stayed after, but Travis borrowed my car and I needed him to pick me up, and you and Bianca seemed to be cozy, so I felt it best to just head home."
Jagger scoffed at the mention of Bianca and hooked a thumb in the waistband of his sweatpants to rest his hand in an imaginary pocket. The slight movement drew them downenough to show the curve of his tanned hip bone and a snake tattoo she had thought about on more than one occasion. Sadie had never seen the entire piece but had imagined it must have gone down his thigh the way it coiled over the top of the slight V that trailed downwards.
Sadie's brows furrowed, and her tongue darted to wet her lips. "What's wrong with Bianca? She's beautiful. All legs and flaming red hair."
Jagger laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the empty bar.
"She's definitely something," he said with dripping sarcasm.
