Page 12 of Wicked Little Nightmare

“Don’t you dare throw a tantrum here, Lakey. Get your ass backstage and put clothes on. I’ll finish what I started at home.”

I chuckled as she stomped off. She was right, of course. I did start it, and I was going to finish it. But honestly, I’d then have to gouge the eyes out of anyone who saw her orgasm and I just didn’t feel like doing that right now.

Plus, I really wanted to get her home and naked.

I paid the bartender for my drinks and made my way backstage, where I knew Lakey would be furiously throwing her clothes on and muttering under her breath. I loved when she was feisty. Knocking on her door, she opened it with a scowl.

“What? Come to tease me some more?”

“Come here, baby girl.” I pulled her in for a kiss. “I don’t want everyone to see you like that and I shouldn’t have started it in the first place, but I’ll make it up to you when we get home.”

“Fine, but I want steak tonight. I made over a grand, so rent is paid for, and I deserve a treat for that performance.”

“Done.”

We walked out of the building, her arm looped through mine as we headed towards my bike. “Oh, and Cam?”

“Hm?”

“I love you,” she said, her voice barely audible over the noise of the city.

“I know,” I said, getting on and waiting to hand her her helmet. “You too, psycho.”

Once she was settled in and holding me, I started towards the butcher shop. Only the finest cuts for my baby. I found parking easily, given it was late as fuck. Usually, shops would be shut down at three a.m. but not this one. Phil stayed open late on weekends for this exact reason. He found a little gold mine in strippers heading home and wanting protein. Said it was his best time of the week.

We walked in and greeted him, picking the best rib eyes he had in his display, along with those little premade stuffed mushrooms and some baked potatoes. As we picked, the bell sounded and in walked a long-legged brunette. I swept my gaze over her. She looked fine as all hell.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled, licking her lips.Oh yeah, I was gonna get her number.

“Cam?” I looked down and saw Lakey’s eyes wide as she looked at me.

“Yeah, babe?”

“You know I’d kill for you, right?”

"I know, Lakes. I know." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a little business card I had made for myself. It simply stated my name and phone number and reached across to hand it to the brunette. She looked shocked that I was openly hitting on her with my girlfriend seething beside me, but I simply smiled. Sure, I was tired of this game, but something about riling up my girl made my cock strain against my pants.

“Don’t mind my sister. She’s got an attitude far too big for her britches.” I winked, “But if you ever need a real man, give me a call.”

She took the card, and her smile widened, looking at Lakey with pity. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your brother.”

That wasn’t a wise thing to say, and I could feel Lakes vibrating beside me. Thankfully, Phil interrupted the moment.

“Here’s your stuff, that’s $57.50.”

Lakey pulled out her wallet and sent $60 flying across the counter. “Keep the change.” She grabbed the brown bag and stomped out of the store, leaving me to follow with a ‘remorseful’ smile.

“What the hell was that, Cam?” Since we’d only taken one bike after the lake, she got on first, relegating me to being her backpack.

I squeezed her hips. “Babe, I know you’ve been flighty lately and I thought you could use someone new to hunt. C’mon. If you don’t want me to fuck her, I won’t.”

She sighed, a heavy release of breath that went through her whole body. “Ugh. I hate you right now.”

“You know I’m just doing it for you. Besides, this has always worked out in your favor.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She took off as fast as a bullet and I grinned. She was a firecracker, but this was our deal.

Unless…

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