Page 5 of Loco

My hand dropped to the top of Cassey’s hair when she slid off my lap to the floor, right between my knees where I wanted her. As she worked my zipper down, my gaze moved around the room. Demon, Cole, and Oz were at a table with their old ladies. Mitzi and Cherry were dancing and grinding their naked pussies on their poles, keeping the attention of some of my brothers. Bam Bam, a new prospect, was working the bar.

The door to the club opened, and Sax and Holly walked in. Sax rolled his eyes when he saw Cassey pull out my dick and lean forward. I gave him a knowing smirk, and then rolled my head back with a low groan when her mouth closed around me. I didn’t care which woman had my dick in her mouth, it felt fucking good. I leaned back in my chair and thrust my hips forward so she could deep throat me. The hand I kept in her hair forced her to move the way that I liked it.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” I snarled between my teeth. I closed my eyes and suddenly saw Millie’s pretty face. Jesus, why couldn’t I get her out of my mind? I wanted her. I’d told her that I was going to fuck her. But that didn’t mean that I owed her any kind of loyalty. We were nothing to each other. One meeting, a little flirting…oh yeah, I’d forgotten about the orgasm.

My hips jerked upward, and I almost came right then just thinking about it. Helping Millie get off had been fucking hot.

Cassey gagged and a grin spread across my face. “Take it, sweetheart. You know you can.” My encouragement gained me a smile around my dick. “Careful with those fucking nails,” I warned when she began to use her hands around the base of my dick and balls.

She gave me a little squeeze to let me know she’d heard me, and then she was right back to moaning loudly. Cassey liked giving head, she was fucking good at it, and she knew how far she could take shit. I closed my eyes again and concentrated on how fucking good it felt, seeing Millie’s innocent face again. The image of her between my legs dragged a loud groan up my throat, and the familiar tingle at the base of my spine warned me that I was about to blow. I clenched my fingers in Cassey’s hair and forced her to take more of me, and when I felt her teeth lightly scrape the sides of my dick I exploded down her throat like a fucking geyser.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!I silently chanted as I emptied my balls with the sight of Millie’s face behind my closed lids.Goddamnit!I’d never come so fucking hard, and I’d never let another woman come between me, my dick, and the club whore servicing me. This was a fucking first, and it scared the fuck out of me.

That wasn’t who I was. I wasn’t supposed to covet. Didn’t want to. I liked my life the way it was. All the free pussy I wanted. No commitment. No fucking strings. No hurt feelings. Millie would be a big major mistake, and I’d be a fucking fool to cross the line with her.

She had all of the things that I was afraid of surrounding her like a fucking cloak.

As much as I wanted Millie, I had to get her out of my system one way or another. Either fuck her once and move on, or completely ignore her. I knew that would be easier said than done, because since I’d first set eyes on her I hadn’t been able to get her and that smokin’ body out of my head. I figured if I stayed away from her it would be easier to ignore her.

I snorted. Yeah. I had a beautiful woman’s mouth on me, sucking my dick clean, and I was thinking of another woman.

I was so fucking screwed.

As if she knew that I was thinking about another woman, Cassey began to make loud, slurping noises to bring my attention to what she was doing. But now that I’d come I was done, and she should have known that. One of the reasons that I liked public sex was because I didn’t have to chase anyone out of my bed and room.

I pulled her off my dick, ignoring her gasp at my roughness. “I’m done, sweetheart.” I nudged her to her feet. Her pout did nothing for me. I did up my pants and reached for my beer. “Maybe I’ll return the favor later.” I winked.

With my half-hearted promise, Cassey was smart enough not to complain and moved away from the table toward the bar and her next conquest. Like most of our club whores, she liked sex, a lot of it, and with anyone she could get her hands on. The girls knew they’d be well taken care of by the club if they did what they were there for.

It helped that they didn’t look at their services as a job. They actually liked what they did, and there were plenty of man-whores like me to keep them happy.

I was about to relax back in my chair when Demon motioned me over to his table. I grabbed up my drink and went over. “You need something, Prez?”

He reached inside his cut and pulled out a piece of paper. “Got a job for you in Vegas. Punk skipped out on paying Morty for a big-ass, expensive tat. Robbed him on the way out, too.”

I nodded, opened the paper and looked down at it. There was a name and address and that was all.

“Make it hurt.”

His harsh comment caused me to grin. Normally he’d send our enforcer, Cole, to handle this kind of shit, but one of Raven’s sisters was getting hitched, so she and Cole were leaving later that afternoon and would be gone for a week.

“Do I need to hurry back?”

Demon shook his head. “Take a couple of days if you want. Shit’s been quiet lately.”

“Will do.”

A pretty, well-stacked redhead with green eyes entered my thoughts. Maybe I’d pay Millie a visit.

Chapter 4

Millie

Damn, I was tired! Not for the first time, I thought about hiring someone to help me, but the problem with my kind of work was that I never knew how many contracts I’d have at any given time. Because of that, the flow of money was always up in the air. I didn’t want to hire anyone that I couldn’t guarantee a decent income to, so until I could make it worth their time, it was just me.

Some of my contracts wereshort-term---clients who weregoing onvacation who couldn’t take their pets with them--and a few were what I considered permanent--those that I visited several times a week, most of which were elderly pet owners, and which provided me with a steady income.Then there were the clinics that called me in when they needed someone to stay the night with a sick animal. Those jobs were good money, but they were few and far between.

I was definitely starting to gain a good reputation in the business though, and for the time being I didn’t turn down any job. (Well, except for the one guy who was going to jail for six months and wanted me to care for his twelve snakes. I shuddered just thinking about it. One I could handle,maybe--and that was a big maybe. Who had twelve snakes?

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