The DJ announces one last time that this is my final night, and as he thanks me on behalf of management and staff for my loyalty and all the work I’ve put into this club, Scar throws her arms around me in a tight embrace. The rest of the girls follow until we’re one big mess of arms and bodies and so much love.
Tears well in my eyes and I laugh as it finally hits me. I wasn’t feeling anything earlier because I wasn’t allowing myself to. I’m going to miss the hell out of this family I’ve created, and pretending that didn’t hurt was easier than acknowledging how very much I’ve come to love this place and these people.
Chapter Ten
Atlas
She collapses in a heap of just-fucked euphoria beneath me, so I slowly climb back and put my feet on the floor, then admire her ass while I slide the rubber off my cock. There’s a puddle of wetness beneath her on the bed. I smile, looking her over. My fingertips left faint red marks in each hip; my mouth left the faint mark of teeth in her shoulder.
No wonder Dave was excited when he realized she was working tonight. He knew I’d be all over this chick.
And I was.
But now it’s time for her to go.
I grab a t-shirt from the pile on the floor and clean myself off, then climb up the bed and thank that sweet ass with a quick squeeze and a kiss on each cheek. If I keep my hands on this thing too long, I’ll have to fuck her all over again, and frankly, I’m ready to get out of this room.
I jump off the bed and head for the shower to rinse off. “I’ll make sure Dave gets the money for that extra bit you threw in there.” I shut the door and turn on the shower. Anal is always extra and not something I usually do.
But what can I say? Gotta give the ladies what they want.
Beg for.
Regardless, I’m done with the hired help for the day.
She knocks on the door just as I step behind the glass. I ignore her and stand beneath the stream of hot water. She’ll get the hint.
“Atlas.” Her voice isnotcoming from the other side of the door.
My eyes fly open. Does she know who the fuck I am? You don’t just walk into my bathroom without an invitation. I bring my head forward and stare her down.
But she doesn’t even flinch.
She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow, then steps into the long shower, stopping about three feet away. The steam coils up around her legs, and I follow its ascent, settling my gaze on her pussy. I neglected that thing, didn’t I?
I should be mad at her audacity, but her body was made for fucking, and she knows it.