Page 38 of Hitch
Is it just a dance, or a business discussion?
Todd flirts, but he’s never made any moves on me.
And Duanedefinitelydoesn’t strike me as someone who likes to share.
“All right,” I say, and the two of them chuckle as they focus on me. “What’s going on?”
“What’s it look like?” Duane asks, his tone nurturing, like he’s talking to a scared animal, but there’s a hint of violence in his eyes, and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to assume.
“A double dance?” I ask.
Todd nods. Duane, on the other hand, grits his teeth.
“Right,” I say. “But—” I turn to Duane. “I didn’t think you liked sharing.”
He cocks a brow at me. “That would imply that I own your body. But I don’t, do I?”
His eyes gleam, daring me to disagree, but I don’t. It’s like I’m carefully treading over water, barely able to keep my head above the surface, and yet, Duane could do anything to me and I’d spread my legs for him. His gun shines under the red lights, and I know he could kill all three of us right now.
But I straddle Duane. I’m being paid for a double, but knowing what Duane is capable of, I’m not willing to risk Todd’s life for it. And besides, Todd knows what it’s like back here. Todd isn’t a customer; he’s the owner of the club.
This is about Duane.
I drag my tits along Duane’s face, letting the bra rub against his cheeks, and his jaw ticks, his nostrils flaring.
What have I done wrong now?
“What?” I ask.
He fists my hair, yanking me off of him. I struggle to find my footing, but he brings me down in front of him and forces me to my knees.
“Show me how you want to be used,” he growls.
Then it’s clear. My fantasy of being used by multiple men at once. I told him about it in the glory hole, and now, despite his need to make me surrender completely, he’s sharing me. Like a toy. His plaything to use.
My stomach spins, knowing how bad this is. Tempting fate with a man who likes playing with guns during sex, who cut my neck only yesterday for the hell of it. A man who stuffs severed fingers inside of illegal mushroom farms.
And now, I’m teasing the jealous monster inside of him.
“Look at you,” Duane says in a low voice. “I bet your cunt is sopping already.”
Duane’s bulge twitches in his jeans, and Todd smirks, rubbing himself through his pants.
“So shy,” Todd says. “Come on, Secret. We know what you do back here.”
My cheeks redden at those words. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“Don’t lie,” Todd says, raising his shoulders. “I’ve known you let the Mortician get some extras. Duane does too.”
I flick my eyes between the two of them. I broke the strip club rules, and my boss knew the entire time?
How did Duane know too?
Duane unbuckles his belt, sliding the leather through the loops. He folds it in half, then links it around my neck, pulling me closer. Instinctively, I open my mouth. He jerks out his cock, red and veiny, thicker than an arm, and glares back at me. I stick out my tongue.
“That’s it,” he growls. Need pools between my legs and my cheeks flush. “That’s my good little slut. Suck my dick, now.”
I push my head down, forcing the head of his cock down my throat. I gag, choking on him, but he holds my head, not letting me up. A set of hands touches me from behind, and Todd pulls down my underwear, letting it grip my upper thighs. His cologne swims around me, and I can’t help it—I spread my legs wider, willing him to take me too. His long fingers play with my slit.
