Page 66 of Doubts & Fears

After twenty minutes, I shook Allison’s hand and told her I’d be in contact with her regarding the training schedule, then we walked out together. My eyes searched the bar where I’d left Kinsley. She was nowhere in sight. Damn that girl. Marcus stood by the warm-up space, and I drew in a sharp breath and walked over. His hand halted me.

“Don’t interfere.”

“You know the saying, don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Kinsley smirked.

Her normal radiant face had completely transformed. With her brow furrowed and her lips pressed in a tight line, she placed her hands on her hips. Her anger was directed at Alisha and Jenna.Fuck.

“You talk big. Your little lap dance on game night was more like a cross between interpretive dance and a malfunctioning robot,” Jenna sneered.

“Hmm, well I guess it’s good for me that Nik’s into that kind of thing. Tell me, when was the last time he invited you into hisbed? Oh, that’s right, never. It’s not his thing, at least not with you. I could out dance, out suck, and out fuck either of you every day of the week and twice on Sundays.”

Marcus’s shoulders shook as he fought to keep control of his laughter. The heat in Kinsley’s cheeks deepened as she spoke.

“I’ll start with out dancing you. The sucking and fucking I’ll do later with my guys.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder.

Fierce determination radiated from her. Whatever happened between them had caused a fiery spark of conviction in my little kitten, and there was no turning back. She walked over to the pole and ran her fingers down it. A secret naughty side to her existed, and I was game to watch it unfold. The previous song ended and a new one began.

She swayed and moved her tight body to the music. In a slow, sensual blur of motion, she flung herself against the pole. Crossing her ankles and hugging it between her thighs.

My mouth went dry, my mind in overdrive, imagining her topless with a thong barely covering her. I had to adjust my cock in my pants, and Marcus turned away.

She arched her upper body back, letting her hands slide over her breasts. Bathed in a soft amber glow, she matched the rhythm of the song playing as she worked the pole. Her body moved sensually like a silken ribbon, each motion a hypnotic caress.

It was impossible not to be mesmerized, her style a raw sensuality. She gracefully spun around the thin metal as she untangled her legs, lowering herself to the ground once more.

Running her hands up her dress, she raised it and revealed her panties. Damn, even in her little cotton panties, she was sexy. We’d have to have a talk about those later.

Sparks flew, and I moved deeper into the room. Our eyes met, and I expected her resolve to falter. Instead, she let the dress drift back down, then grabbed the pole, climbing higher and higher.

My breath caught in my throat as she did a death-drop to about halfway before doing a perfect split. Her shapely legs pointed out into a V, showing her panty-clad pussy. She’d given enough of a show.

I walked over, clearing my throat, and she jumped down, blushing clear down her chest. “I can explain…”

My lips crashed down on hers. Fuck Jenna, fuck Alisha. There was only her. Dark heat raced through my veins. Fire licked up and down my spine as my heart thudded in my chest.

Curling my hand around the back of her neck, I plundered her mouth. Her fingers fisted my shirt, gathering me closer. I shifted my hips, rubbing my hardness against her as she shuddered. A realization dawned on her, and she pulled back.

“Alek—”

“I can’t leave you alone for one minute. I don’t recall giving you permission to show my pretty kitty to anyone. Male or female. You should be thankful there aren’t any bouncers back here, or your little ass would be the color of your face, kitten.”

She gulped, and her eyes grew wide before fleeting around the room. But it had only took one look from me before Alisha and Jenna scattered.

“They left the minute I walked in. Wanna tell me what happened?”

“No, Sir, not really. Confrontation isn’t my strong suit.”

“Well, dancing apparently is, among other things.”

“You heard that part?” she groaned.

“Yup. You ready to go to Fred’s?”

The song shifted once more to something upbeat, and I motioned her forward. Together, we walked through the club and over to the exit. The air was still cool outside and a welcome relief.

The grocery store was an eye-opening experience. One I wasn’t keen on repeating anytime soon. I couldn’t wait to get her back home. An uneasy feeling had spread through me as we shopped. Whether it was real or imagined, I sighed in relief the moment we settled in the car.

Nik’s ring tone sounded. I answered. “Brother?”

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