Page 8 of Finding Hope

“Let’s go, Jack.” Blondie’s tongue plays with my ear lobe. Her teeth come out to play and have my eyes rolling.

She brings her hand up to cup my cock, but still, she gets nothing from me.

I can’t get hard for her because I’m too busy watching the dancinggirls. One of them makes me hard, but the other reminds me of my late girlfriend and kills it again.

Drunkenly closing one eye to block out the mouse, I use the other to watch the blondes and brunette; thinking about all three at once has me stirring to life.

I’ve never done that before…

I’m all about new experiences these days…

They’re young, but they’re legal. And if they’re not legal, then they’re fuckin’ good with a makeup brush. They get it exactly on point.

No, they’re not close to my twenty-five, butmaybetwenty-one. I might be high, I might be drunk, but I’m pretty confident they’re twenty-one…

Maybe.

This is my sister-in-law’s club, and we don’t allow the underage or the riffraff in. It’s a decent bet that if I fuck one – or all – of them, I probably won’t go to jail. Good deal.

Eyes tracking the brunette’s swaying hips, I study her rolling movements, her sensual thighs, her tiny stomach showcased in a tiny top that leaves several inches of her trim midsection bare.

Smiling at the back dimples an inch above the belt of her low worn skirt, I turn back to my blonde and push her away with gentle hands. “Turn around for a sec.”

Her eyes go wide. “Huh?” She actually looks excited, like I’m gonna fuck her against the bar. Ignoring her silent offer, I pull her top up and stop on the ugly tramp stamp where the brunette’s dimples are.

Blondiepaidsomeone to stab a blurry dolphin and flowers into her skin. And if that ain’t bad enough, she went and put ‘Breathe’ in the space above.

Wow.

Turning back to the back-dimples andnotramp stamp, I sit my drink on the bar and watch her dance. Turning slowly, seductively, like she knows I’m here, and she knows she’s dancing just for me, she slides gentle hands along her body, turns, then stops with a daring grin when our eyes meet.

She doesn’t stop rolling her hips, but she stops spinning. Laughing with her girlfriends, but studying me as closely as I study her, her body hums for me and sets me on fire.

The good kind of fire.

Not the my-girlfriend-just-died kind of fire.

Studying me curiously, her dark makeup has her looking a little goth.Sexy, straight, almost black hair falls to her elbows. Sexy, almost black eyes watch me. And a black top and skirt, topped off with a black hair band thingy, all come together to make her beautiful and trendy, and so fucking intriguing, my teeth almost ache.

Almost.

Large pouty lips have mine tingling. Already plump, they dare me to bite and make them swell.

“Jack.” Blondie slides her hand along my chest. “Are you listening to me? Do you wanna get out of–”

“No.” Walking away and letting her hands drop, I step through the parting crowd… Yeah, they fucking part for me. They part, or they get run the fuck down.

Moving toward the side of the club where the girls dance, it occurs to me halfway across the dancefloor that maybe they’re hiding all the way over here for a reason. Maybe they’re not looking for company.

Wanna know how many fucks I have to give?

She’ll tell me no if she doesn’t want it.

Nodding at my buddies as I pass the main stage, I grin as Scotch rips raspy lyrics up his throat and tweaks his guitar with talent. He tosses me a fast nod, but his attention quickly goes back to the main crowd, to the gyrating bodies, to the people who pay his food and electric bills.

Stopping by the small huddle of girls, the one with dark eyes doesn’t back down from my stare. I look her up and down, appreciating the sexy heels that give her a few extra inches and bring her eyes up to my chin.

Slim, but muscular thighs have my mind imagining all sorts of filthy shit as my dick grows in my pants. When her eyes – bright, light blue under all that makeup – meet mine, she traps her bottom lip between her teeth and makes my mind up.

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