Page 20 of Sins

My temper spiked to the point of pain.

“It was a really good idea,” Kenna added. “Well, until you showed up instead.” She looked at the girls with a giggle. “Hell, I should have had better aim.” She giggled again.

“What you have is a death wish,” I muttered. She scrunched up her nose at me. “You heard me.”

Trigger rubbed his face and huffed out a breath like he was trying to control his temper. “This place is crawling with bikers,” he growled. “Fucker wouldn’t show his face here tonight.”

“But he did the other night.” Kenna shrugged like she wasn’t realizing what she was sharing with us. “Tracy said he followedme here when I danced the last time. ’Member, Min, when you got mad at me. Turned out you were right.” She fluttered her hands. “He didn’t come in, but he knew I danced. He told her that.”

“Wait. What?” Minnie said from behind me. “You never mentioned that earlier.”

“Well, no,” she looked around, “no one would have gone along if I shared that.” She looked at Morgan. “You certainly wouldn’t have.” She seemed to suddenly sober up a little.

He folded his arms, clearly not impressed. “No.”

“You’re so naughty,” Tess scowled at her playfully.

Trigger shook his head. “Tessa!” he barked, and she pressed her lips together and made a naughty face. “Let’s go.”

“Ohhh, girl,” Tess rubbed her hands together as she moved past Kenna, “he used my full name. I better get the good sex goin’ tonight, baby.”

“You’ll get somethin’,” Trigger muttered, and she hauled ass toward him while Brick whispered something to Minnie. She wasted no time following him out the door.

We were alone, and I wasn’t sure what my actions were going to be.

“It’s McKenna,” she smirked, “if you want to use my full name. I’ll gladly take a beating if you want to punish me.” She winked as she stepped toward me. “That’s assuming you’re pissed at me.”

“There are no words for how pissed I am.” My gaze went down over her see-through dress. I couldn’t help myself. I licked my lips and tried not to show how turned on I was.

“I can imagine.” She didn’t miss a beat. “But, you know, I had my girls, my boys, and my liquid courage.” She brushed past me, and I scratched my head as I thought how sideways the night could have gone. Thank hell Morgan was smart enough to tell me.

I whipped out my gun at the sound of someone trying to open the door.

“Relax, Grim.” Kenna chuckled. I turned to find her hopping up on the cage floor. “You need the key to get in. Oh, and apparently, you have it.” That was true. I did.

“How long have you been dancing for others?” I demanded. I had to know.

She hit a button and put me in the dark and her in a sexy red light. She reached up high on the pole and started to walk around it. “Not long.”

“You don’t move your body like that if you’ve only been dancing a short time.” I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over the arm of the sofa.

“I’ve been dancing for years,” she dragged her feet through the water, “but you asked how long I’ve been dancing for others.” She hit something with her hand, and the song she was just dancing to started over again,Closerby Nine Inch Nails. She jumped up kicked her feet out and swung around the pole in a sexy turn. I started to unbutton my dress shirt as I watched her body move effortlessly despite how much alcohol flowed through her veins. I ditched my shirt then stripped down to nothing. I’d respected her wishes twice now, but a man only had so much restraint when a woman was moving her body the way she was.

The bottom of the cage rested just at the top of my thighs. I stood there and watched her body as it moved around the pole. She reached above her head, spread her thighs, and slid down in front of me.

“So, how many men have you danced for?” I repeated, my voice hoarse.

“Two, apparently,” she flicked her wet hair back over her shoulder, “but the only man I want to dance for is you.”

I lost it.

I grabbed her hips, and in one motion I swung her from the pole and held her above me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and as water dripped from her hair, there was fire in her eyes. “And I’ll be the last.” I fisted the thin fabric of her dress and tore it away. Then something clicked. All those times I’d seen her with wet hair, she must have been here dancing. A spark of anger pinged through me at the thought that her fucking stalker had seen her like that. I forced myself to push it aside. At least he’d never have her like I could.

Her wet body was glued to me, and her head went back to expose her neck as an invitation. I could barely contain myself, but I stopped. “Are you sure?” She was drunk, and I didn’t want to take her the way I wanted to without her consent.

“Well, if it’s not you, it’s gonna be me tonight.” Her hand slid down between us as her eyes held mine and she dipped between her legs.Oh, hell no.

I laid her on the floor of the cage, grabbed her hips, then fed myself into her, inch by inch. I savored every inch and fed off the look on her face. I leaned down as my stomach coiled into a delicious knot and dragged my tongue along the water drops on her shoulder. Her fingers guided my hand up to her neck. I lapped at her skin and flicked my hips. When I heard her breathing catch, I increased the pace. I moved her legs to hook over my shoulders. She was in a frenzy and her feet pounded against my back as she lost control.

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