She choked out the words, turning reluctantly to face him. “I can’t just forget they’re there, watching.” Sienna felt as if everyone were watching her as she straddled his hard thighs, riding him. She carefully avoided his hardening shaft thumping against her belly.
“Yes, you can. It’s just you and me.”
She didn’t know Garrett McAllister at all. Over the last few years she’d worked at the club, she had men who’d come in faithfully, but none of them had ever made a dent in her shield. She had never longed to know any of them, as she did with this man. It made no sense. God, it made no sense.
But she wanted to know him. She yearned for him. In ways she never had for any man. Even more so than she had for Damian, when she’d first met him, before she learned of his true nature.
She’d noticed him the first time he’d entered the club. He and the black guy he came in with. They’d sat to her left, never making any catcalls, never coming up to the stage—yet she’d felt his stare. Among a roomful of men, she’d been aware of his intense gaze on hers. Each night, she’d thought he’d be waiting for her.
Nervous, afraid that he would be there, she’d left the club as soon as she’d collected her money for the night and had cashed out. Disappointed, despite self avowals to the contrary, she realized he’d never been waiting for her.
Her nipples rasped against the rough material of his blazer, spiking in arousal. Her vagina clenched, coming into scorching contact with the bulge lying beneath his zipper, despite her intent to avoid it. The music playing was a slow, sensual beat. Sienna reveled in the rhythm and closed her eyes.
“Yes,” he rasped, easing her body closer to his, touching her, although it was forbidden to do so. “Just like that. There’s only you and me.” With his words, Sienna gave in to what her body demanded she give him.
No longer was she performing a service, a lap dance. Instead, helpless, she feverishly worked her body against the long, hard length of pipe lying hot and thick between her legs.
Grinding her body against his, she lost touch with her surroundings and, with it, her inhibitions loosened.
“That’s good. That’s real good,” he encouraged. “Don’t think of anyone. It’s you and me. And what you’re doing to me.” He uttered the words in a guttural tone, unashamedly referring to his hardened penis centered between her thighs.
She felt the heat of embarrassment; lust and passion flushed her cheeks, yet she continued to ride him. Everyone in the club had to know of the cream now flowing from her. She felt the ease of it, down past the lace of her thong, traveling her thigh and saturating his lap.
The burdening weight of a hundred pairs of eyes seemed to mock her. She tucked her head against his chest in shame. “No,” she whispered.
“You can,” he insisted gruffly.
Again, ignoring the club rule of no touching, he placed both hands on her waist and centered her directly on his massive erection. “Now rub that sweet snatch all over this dick, and make me come, baby. Make me come,” he demanded.
He then did the unthinkable. He snaked his tongue out and gently swiped at the seam of her lips.
Sienna forgot about who might or might not be looking at them. Daringly, she stuck out her tongue and engaged in a short duel with his, lapping her wet tip against his before retreating it back into her mouth.
With those words, that short kiss, and the hot feel of his shaft knifing against the seam of her vagina, Sienna felt the unmistakable beginnings of an orgasm shake her quivering body.
“Oh God, I can’t believe this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t do this. I—”
He pressed one finger against her lips, while the other kept her steady, riding him. “Sssh, it’s okay. I’ll protect you. Just come for me. Let it go,” he whispered, and adjusted her body, positioning them away from any chance onlookers.
The music faded, smoothly blending into the next song; this one slower, the rhythms heavier, more sensual. A soft cry escaped her lips. Sienna closed her eyes, allowing the music to take over.
“No, open your eyes. Look at me,” he demanded, and captured her lips, again, in a short, soft kiss.
“Oh God—” she whimpered, yet obeyed his dictate.
Sienna ground against him, tight swirls with her hips, curled her spine and smoothly popped her buttocks up and down in his lap. She didn’t know what was affecting her so strongly—the music, the dark, or the man she was riding. Or a combination of all three.
Whatever it was, she was lost in the moment. She completely gave in to the sensations coursing through her body, the feelings this man had helped to create.
She kept her eyes trained on Mac’s eyes, her forehead barely touching his. She swallowed her automatic cries of passion while she slid her body along his.
His deep, harsh breath fanned against her forehead, telling her he was as caught up in the feelings they’d generated as she was.
“I—I think I’m going to come. Please let me go. I can’t…,” she begged when her pussy tightened and the orgasm began to curl in the pit of her stomach.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” he whispered. “It’s okay, release it. Let go,” he encouraged. His husky words, the music, and the feel of him between her legs, so hard and strong, were her undoing.
He grasped her hips, helping her to ride him, and she let out a cry that he swallowed. She arched her back sharply, desperately clutching his broad shoulders.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” an angry voice intruded, harshly ending the orgasm rippling through her body.
6
With a painful cry, Sienna felt herself snatched, bodily, from Mac’s lap and thrown to the floor. Disoriented, she was barely able to catalog the swift movement from the man who had been inches away from giving her the ultimate pleasure.
She scrambled to her feet, only to encounter Damian’s twisted, red, angry face, his hand raised, fist closed, prepared to strike her. She covered her arms over her head, readying herself for the blow.
Instead of feeling a fist connecting painfully with her jaw, she saw Mac towering over Damian. He grabbed Damian’s much smaller clenched fist within his and spun him around.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Mac barked.
“Get your damn hands off me!”
Posturing, aware of the small audience now paying avid attention to the threesome in the dark corner, Damian wouldn’t back down, Sienna knew, despite the fear she saw blazing in his dark brown eyes.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Dragged abruptly from the hot feel of her body riding him, Mac quickly jumped to his feet once Sin had been torn from his lap and stood, cowering. He grabbed the smaller man’s hand before he could hit Sin.
“Nothing, Damian! I was just giving the man a dance. What the hell
