Текст книги "Always Enough"
Автор книги: Stacy Borel
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Kyler and I had a quiet morning. He didn’t seem up to talking very much and was clearly still thinking about my phone call from Michael. I wanted to reassure him, but decided not to. He needed to trust me. We weren’t officially together, and I didn’t feel that I owed him an explanation. Call me a bitch, but he could stew on it for a while.
Around noon we decided to go for a walk in Central Park. It was a sunny, fall day, and the air was crisp and cool. I’d needed a light jacket, but Ky also tucked me into his side, keeping me warm. The park was beautiful—the movies and pictures didn’t do it justice. There were so many different spots to see and explore. We fed the ducks that floated on a small pond, watched performers sing, and another person spray-paint canvases while dancing. I’d never seen anything like it before. New York City was a world in itself. When we’d walked through a bit of the park, Ky suggested that we go to Times Square to do the tourist thing and buy as much expensive knick-knack shit as we could get our hands on. I laughed at the idea, but went along with it. Times Square was almost overwhelming. People crowded the streets, bumping into each other on every side. Lights were on the sides of the buildings, advertising new movies, underwear ads, and anti-gay campaigns. I didn’t even know where to look, or if I’d ever be able to see everything.
Ky tugged my arm and pulled me through the crowd. We went into so many stores, buying things like plastic snow globes with the city skyline, magnets, t-shirts that said “I {MISSING SYMBOL} NYC”, and a really stupid Statue of Liberty thing that when you pressed the bottom of it, it crumpled down and when you released the button, it stood back up.
We walked and walked, until we couldn’t walk anymore. We took a cab back to the hotel and ordered room service for dinner. Ky had to leave in a few hours to go to Levi’s birthday party and I was feeling a little … uneasy about it. He’d be at a strip club, and I seriously didn’t care for the idea of some other chick’s tits being smashed in his face.
“Harper, I’ll stay in the back by the bar and they won’t even notice me,” he said, trying to make me feel better.
It was a sweet gesture but hadn’t I scolded him yesterday for doing the same thing to me and Michael? It wouldn’t be fair for me to ask him to not have fun with his band mates just because I was acting jealous. No, I’d ignore my crazy-ass feelings and tell him that it was fine.
“I’d never ask that of you and besides, I want you to have fun.”
“What are you going to do while I’m gone?”
“I think I’ll ask one of the hotel pedicurists to come up to the room and paint my toes, then maybe catch a movie. It’ll be relaxing.” I didn’t know if I’d sounded convincing, but he watched me intently, before nodding his head.
“Well, please don’t think you have to stay up for me. I’ll try not to stay late, but the guys will do everything to keep me there.”
“Ky, go, have fun. I’ll be here when you get back.”
As he got ready, my nerves were getting the better of me. Right before he left, I decided that I couldn’t just sit in the room and think about him looking at a bunch of naked women. What if he liked what he saw? What if the women liked what they saw? Holy fuck, what was I talking about? Ky was the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen … of course they would like what they saw! I couldn’t have that—I’d go out of my mind wondering what was going on at that club.
Ky had come out of his room looking sexier than normal. He was wearing dark wash jeans and a black button down shirt. His aftershave wafted through the living space, and my mouth started to water. Oh fuck no. My man was going out looking and smelling like sex candy, and the women were going to flock to him in herds. I need to take some deep cleansing breaths to calm my already shot nerves.
Ky sauntered over to me and leaned down to kiss me on my forehead.
“Checking again just in case, are you sure you’re okay with me going?”
“Mmmhmmm,” was all I was able to squeak out. I would not be the possessive type.
He looked at me wearily, then went to the side table where his room key and wallet were, and walked out of the door with a smile and a goodbye.
After Ky left, I came up with a brilliant plan. I raced into my room and grabbed a few items of lingerie that I’d packed. Throwing them into my purse, I took the elevator downstairs and hailed a cab.
“Spice Gentlemen’s Club, please,” I told the cab driver. He looked at me through the rearview mirror and winked. Gross! He probably thought I was one of the dancers.
The traffic in the city was like nothing I’d ever seen before. I had no idea how far away the club was, and with each passing minute, my stomach churned with images of Kyler with some trashy blonde grinding all over him. I barely noticed when we eventually pulled up to the curb.
“Thirty bucks,” the cabbie called to me, not even bothering to look over his shoulder.
Thirty bucks! That was highway robbery! I remembered how many cab rides Kyler had paid for over the past few days and shuddered. As I fished the money out of my purse, I looked out of the window to see a tall four-story building encased in black glass. I had to hand it to Levi, from the outside it certainly did look more ‘gentlemen’s club’ than ‘strip club.’ Finding only twenties in my purse, I thrust forty bucks at the cabbie, and said to keep the change. He’d watched me in the mirror the whole ride and it had given me the creeps.
Walking through the dark double-doors, I found myself in a dimly lit room that held a cash register, and a very large man sat on a stool by another set of double-doors. You couldn’t see through them, and I assumed that the stage was on the other side.
The girl at the cash register eyed me, before looking over my shoulder like she was waiting for someone else to come in and join me. She was short with bleached-blonde hair. She pretty, but in a very ‘done up’ way. I’d bet if she removed all of that make-up she was just an average girl-next-door.
“It’s a one hundred dollar cover, and no cell phones allowed,” she said with a strong New York accent.
“Honestly, what is it with this city and its prices?” I dug in my purse for my wallet.
“It’s New York, and this is an exclusive club. How else do you think we pay for people like him?” she replied, nodding to the bouncer on the stool.
“I’m actually here for the party up on the top floor. How do I get up there?”
“That’s an exclusive party. Unless you have an invite, you’re not allowed in.” She was now eyeing me like I was some stalker-obsessed fan.
“Actually, I was invited, but I’ve decided to give the boys a little surprise instead. I’m Kyler Lewis’ girlfriend.” That last part might have been a lie but I had to try anyway. I might be able to take her down and run for it, but with the big guy in the corner, I didn’t stand a chance.
“Riiiiight. Do you know how many girls have already come in here tonight saying the exact same thing? If you’re not here to go into the regular part of the club, I suggest you take a hike.”
Now I was getting pissed. Deciding that honesty was probably the best policy, I figured I should talk to this chick girl to girl. I explained to her who I was, and what I had planned. As I spoke, her hard eyes softened, and by the time I’d told her what I had in store for the guys—more specifically Ky—she was flat-out out laughing.
“Girl, why didn’t you just say that in the beginning? We even have the perfect prop for you upstairs. Back here is the elevator the girls take to go up and down to the dressing rooms. Sasha and Cam are up there right now. They’ll get you set up.”
I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn’t being kicked out, and moved behind the counter. The elevator door popped open and I stepped inside. Right before the doors closed, New York Girl said, “Good luck.”
When the doors opened on the fourth floor I could hear the soft beating of music coming through the walls. The room was brightly lit by large light bulbs that surrounded full-length mirrors—just like in the movies. Racks with costumes, string bikinis, and lingerie were beside each mirror, each clearly belonging to a different girl. My heart jumped into my throat as I looked around and I started questioning my sanity for even deciding to do such a thing.
It was then that I noticed a tall and very beautiful woman with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes off to my left. She was applying her make-up, and was dressed in a shimmery, silver bikini top, and a long black skirt. She stopped with her mascara wand in the air and looked at me.
“Hi there, can I help you with something?”
Well, at least she sounded friendly.
“Uhhh … I think so? I was told that I could come up to this floor to get ready. I’m here to perform for the birthday party.” Even my voice sounded shaky.
“Oh, I wasn’t aware that management had hired another girl to help out. I’m Sasha.” She got up from her chair and came over to shake hands with me. Up close she was even more beautiful. I was starting to wonder if Levi had a point about the women who worked there. If I’d seen this woman outside of the club, I would have never have guessed she was a dancer.
“Actually, I wasn’t hired. I came here to surprise my boyfriend.” There was that two-syllable word again.
She cocked her head to the side slightly. “Your boyfriend?”
“Yes, he’s part of the band. Kyler Lewis?”
Sasha nodded her head and then asked, “What kind of surprise?”
Just as I’d done downstairs with New York Girl, I gave her a rundown of my whole plan. By the time I’d finished talking she was clapping her hands and jumping up and down. “Let me call Brad, he’s one of the maintenance guys. He can bring up the prop. Do you know what music you want to use?”
I gave her the name of the song and the artist, and she told me to go ahead and get dressed and she’d put me on next. Sasha went to tell the DJ the next line-up and I took out the lingerie that I had stuffed into my purse earlier. I undressed quickly and put on the black lace bra, the matching thong, and a black garter belt with nylons. I brushed my hair with the small comb I always carried with me, and applied some extra make-up to give me a more ‘dramatic’ look.
I heard some men laughing on the other side of the door closest to me. Wanting to take a peek before I went out, I opened the door slightly until I realized it was masked by a heavy red curtain. I pulled it somewhat to the side and looked out into the small room. It wasn’t as big as I’d expected—several round tables were scattered throughout the space, and there was a small bar in the back of the room. I could see all of the guys sitting in chairs in front of the stage, and they were laughing and watching a girl slowly move to the music. Her top was already off and she was rubbing her breasts to draw attention to them. The stage was not so much a stage, but rather a part of the regular flooring with light bulbs that defined where the woman would be, and where the men couldn’t cross.
I looked around the room, trying to find Ky. It didn’t take very long. He was sitting next to Anders, trying to talk to him, but there was a dancer making a good attempt to get his attention. She looked like she was doing it for more than just earning some money though.
“Oh fuck no,” I said to myself.
I was longer feeling nervous—I was pissed. He told me he’d stay away from the strippers if he could. But here he was with one trying to put her hand in his shirt. I wanted him to have fun, but if this was him having fun, then I’d show him who was more appealing.
I went back into the dressing room where I saw Sasha standing in front of a giant plastic cake. The lid of the cake was pushed back, ready for someone to climb in. That someone was me.
“Oh my God, that’s perfect!” I said.
Sasha smiled. “I’m going to get Cam in here to help me push you out on the floor, and when you hear the music come on you just do your thing, girlfriend.”
I nodded and climbed up into the cake, squatting down so when they closed the lid, I’d fit. I hoped Cam wasn’t the chick that was all over Ky, or I’d say, “fuck the dance,” and rip her hair out. I felt the cake start to move, and I knew they were pushing me out to where I was supposed to be … right in the middle of the floor.
I heard Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” start to play through the speakers. I took a deep calming breath and pushed open the lid. Before I stood up, I let the music build. The guys started hooting and cat-calling, begging me to come out and give them a show. When the first part of the chorus started, I stood up and a bright spot light shone on me. Even though I desperately wanted to give in to the nerves that threatened to overtake me, I pushed them aside and began to move with the music. The guys in the band were laughing and singing “Happy Birthday” to Levi as I started to climb out of the cake. When my feet hit the floor, I looked over at Ky, and it was then that he recognized me. I smirked at him and continued to move.
Each one of the guys started to recognize me as well. I couldn’t hear their voices but I could see them nudging Kyler. That’s right, asshat, you came to watch women dance, when you had this at the hotel waiting for you. Well now they could all enjoy it. Ky’s face went from shocked to pissed in a matter of seconds. I’d just turned around to give them all a small view of me in the thong when I heard the guys shouting Ky’s name. I looked over my shoulder, and noticed he wasn’t in his chair anymore—he was coming right for me.
I hadn’t wanted to leave Harper at the hotel while I went to a strip club with the guys. But I’d already promised Levi I’d go, so I figured I’d just make an appearance and then head back to the hotel.
I had been there for about an hour, which I felt was already too long. I planned on leaving in thirty minutes. There was a girl who had been all over me and, no matter how many times I tried to stop her advances, she wouldn’t keep her hands off of me. I was just standing up to leave when giant cake rolled out, with two girls on either side of it. Leaving it in the middle of the floor, they skipped backstage. Sonny reached up and grabbed my shirt and made me sit back down.
“No way, Lewis, you’re not leaving just yet. It looks like things are about to get interesting.”
If I hadn’t had Harper back at the room waiting for me, I might’ve agreed with him. But none of these girls held a candle to my Harper. I’d stay and pacify them through one more song, but then I was cutting out of there.
The music started to play and the guys started laughing.
“Hell yes, this song fucking rocks!” Levi shouted.
A girl suddenly popped up out of the cake and looked out over the crowd. She climbed up out of the ridiculous cake and really started to move. None of the other girls held my attention, but when this girl came out, I was completely enraptured. God, she was beautiful. The lingerie that she was dressed in got me hard and I immediately felt guilty for having such reaction. I silently scolded myself for it, knowing that it was wrong when Harper wasn’t anywhere near.
When the girl was completely out of the cake, I saw her eyes move across the seating. Her eyes landed on me and my stomach plummeted.
“Dude, isn’t that Harper?” Levi leaned over and asked me.
Sonny was sitting on the other side of me and he said, “I didn’t know she was coming, let along giving us a show. Wow!”
Was she for real? What on earth was she doing there? And why in the flying fuck was she wearing that for all of my buddies to see? She was for my eyes only. Her tits were about to pop out of her bra at any moment, and the boys were about to get a really good show. My brain was firing on all cylinders and I was really fucking pissed at her for that stunt. The Behemoth, on the other hand? Well, he was quite delighted and straining against the zipper of my jeans.
She was just turning around when I noticed she was wearing a thong, and that was it—I snapped. I shot up out of my chair and went for her, ready to take her out of sight.
“Kyler, sit back down,” Levi shouted.
Harper looked over at me as my name was called and she saw me coming towards her. The stunned look on her face turned into a smirk, and damn if I wasn’t going to smack her ass for that. When I reached her, I couldn’t even speak because I didn’t trust myself not to yell at her. I just picked her up and hauled her over my shoulder. I was really fucking turned on and her ass right by my face wasn’t helping matters.
She squealed and kicked her legs. It was all I could take. I reached my palm up and smacked her good on her left butt-cheek. Harper yelped and squirmed some more. I walked toward the bathroom in the back of the room, but made sure to keep her ass out of the light.
“Shut up, Harper, or I’m going to spank you again,” I growled through my gritted teeth.
When we got into the restroom—thank God it was clean—I set her down on the counter and looked at her.
Her eyes were wild, and I realized she wanted me. I stood there watching her breasts push up against the tight lace fabric as her breathing grew heavier with each second.
“Ky,” was all she said before my mouth was on hers.
I pushed her up against the mirror and roughly shoved my tongue past her teeth and into her mouth. She gave it back with her own ferocity and kissed me harder. She grabbed my hair and, wrapping her legs around my waist, she pushed her pussy against my cock. A rumble came from my chest. I couldn’t help myself—I needed to be inside of her. No more fighting what we were good at. I just hoped to God that over the past few days she’d seen that she was so much more to me. I wished I could slow down and make the whole thing more momentous, but all I could think about was getting inside of her and making her mine.
I continued to kiss her and bite her lips. She let out little moans that were making me absolutely mad. My hand traveled down her back to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it. She wiggled her arms a bit and the material slid down her arms. Her perfectly round tits were exposed and I dived in. I nipped and sucked one side while alternately pinching and then soothing the other. After a few minutes I switched sides and gave the other one the same attention. They were fucking perfect—just a bit more than a handful and a light pinkish brown color to the tips.
She squirmed on the counter and reached for the fly of my jeans. I moved her hand away and undid the button and zipper. I’d gone commando, and I was glad because I didn’t want to wrestle with underwear. I watched her face as I pulled myself out of my pants. She sucked in her lower lip, and that made my cock bob. Again, I knew this wasn’t the place for this sort of thing, but I had to have her mouth on me.
“On your knees and suck it, Harper.” My voice was gruff.
“Say please?”
Oh fuck no. She wasn’t going to do this to me when I was already on the edge. I grabbed her by her arms and hauled her off of the counter, before slapping her ass again, hard. She moaned and her legs quaked. Jesus, she liked me smacking her.
“Enough of the games, Harper. Get on your knees.” I said the last part slowly and precisely.
She looked me straight in the eyes and sank to her knees, her gaze never leaving mine. She grabbed my cock and looked up through her thick dark lashes as she put her mouth on the tip. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and she gave a quick tentative lick, tasting the salty drops that coated my tip. She shut her eyes as if she was savoring the taste. Jesus, I was going to blow my load just at the sight of her. I was about to say something about it, but then she opened her mouth and took me in as deep as she could. I felt the back of her throat as she started to gag. My legs began to shake and I had to reach forward to hold on to the counter.
Those lips moving over me, her cheeks hollowing out as she pulled her mouth away, and that soft and sweet tongue rubbing the underside of my cock had me on fire. Before I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth, I pulled away and hauled her up to me. Her hazel eyes were glazed over with lust, and I knew I needed to take care of my girl first.
Her small little thong was in the way of where I needed to be, so I took each side of it and ripped it off of her.
“Turn around and hold on the sink,” I demanded.
She did exactly that. When Harper turned, she rested her elbows on the counter and grabbed the sides of the sink, pushing her ass out towards me.
“Fuck me, Ky. I need it, now,” she begged.
“I need to get you wet first, baby. Just let me get you wet and I promise I’ll fuck you good and hard.”
Her head dropped when I put my hand on her back. I let my hand glide down until I was right at her ass. Her cheeks were a nice rosy color from the spankings I’d already given her. I slid my hand down between her crack to the entrance of her pussy and she gasped at the contact.
“Fucking Christ, Harper, you’re soaked.”
I dragged two of my fingers between her wet lips. She was ready for me, and I was enough of a bastard to not wait any longer. Grabbing my dick at the base, I placed it at her opening before giving one hard thrust forward until I was fully sheathed. We both cried out at the sudden onslaught of feeling. She was so tight.
“Oh God, it feels so good,” Harper rasped.
I had to hold her still because she began to push back against me and I was so close to coming already. I tried to think about something else … anything else. Puppies, chainsaws, or chocolate cake—it didn’t work. All it did was remind me that I was taking Harper doggie style, I’d like to fuck her as hard as a chainsaw, and I would love nothing more than to drizzle chocolate all over her body and lick her clean.
“Harper, you better be close because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“I am, Ky, I’m so close, just please …” she panted, “give me more of you.”
I started pounding into her in earnest. She moved with me by pushing her ass back against the front of me. I slapped her ass, and she cried out.
“Spank me, Kyler.”
I brought my palm down again against her smooth flesh. I could feel what I was doing to her all the way to my own dick. Needing to up the ante, I brought my hand around to the front of her and started rubbing small slow circles around her clit. A few more hard thrusts and Harper cried out incoherently. Her pussy clamped around me and I was lost. I yelled out and emptied myself inside of her, shuddering while every last drop left me.
Harper rested her head on her hands while she tried to catch her breath. Her body was still pulsing and every few seconds her pussy would flutter. I’d been with this girl before, but never had it been like that—completely raw, and wild with need.
I slipped out of her, holding her up with my arm wrapped around her waist. When she could stand on her own, she looked up at me through the mirror in front of her.
I thought I would feel sated but truthfully, I wasn’t even close to being done with her. Before that, though, I needed to ask her a few questions.
“What was that all about out there, Harper?”
She looked away, shrugged her shoulders, but remained silent. I turned her around and, using my finger to tip her chin, I made her look at me.
“Answer me. Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know.” Defiant tears started to well up in her eyes.
I softened my tone and stroked my fingers down her cheek. The last time Harper had cried in front of me was the day I showed up at her house while we were still in high school—after Aubrey had been a bitch.
“You can talk to me about anything, Harper … you know that, right?” I kissed her forehead.
She jerked her chin out of my grasp and turned away.
“You want to know what that was about, Kyler? I was fucking jealous, okay? I didn’t like the idea of other girls coming on to you, and rubbing themselves all over you. I wanted to make sure your eyes were just for me.”
She wouldn’t even look at me.
“Harper?”
“Hmmm …” She grunted.
“Harper, look at me.”
“No.”
I stepped forward, taking hold of her chin again and not letting her move away.
“Why were you jealous?”
She shrugged her shoulders. My mind was reeling. I knew why she was jealous, but I don’t think she really wanted to admit why she was jealous. Either way, I felt like a prick for being happy about it.
“Think about it, Harper. Why would you feel jealous?”
“Shit, Kyler, I don’t know! Why are you questioning me like Dr. fucking Phil?” she spat.
“Because I want you to use that pretty little head of yours.”
She pushed away from me and I let her. She paced back and forth, still naked and beautiful.
“You know, you’re really starting to piss me off.”
“Good, get mad. At least that’s an emotion I’m used to with you. Now tell me why you came here to put on a show in front of all the guys. To get my attention?” I couldn’t help raising my voice. I was starting to get mad at her for being so stubborn.
“Christ, Kyler, do you want me to say it?” Her anger was like a living, breathing thing but she refused to let it go. It was like she couldn’t because it was something she could hide behind.
“Yes!” I shouted at her.
Her face got red and the tears started to slide down her face, when she yelled back at me, “Because I sorta love you, you asshat! I don’t want anybody else to have you. The idea of it pisses me off to the point of madness. I want your eyes on me, Kyler. Me.”
I was just about to say something to her when she decided to continue her little rant.
“Something you need to know about me, Ky, is that my dad was a shitty person, and an even worse father. I have serious issues with letting a man in because I know they could take my heart and do whatever they want with it. My dad fucked with my and my mom’s emotions so hard. He would pick and choose when he wanted to come around and usually when he was around, he was so high off his ass that he didn’t even know I was there. That scared me to the point of believing I’d be better off using ‘em and losing ‘em. And you, you persistent bastard, wouldn’t leave well enough alone, and now you hold the piece of me that could crush me.
“The man that is supposed to be my father, the one who essentially donated his sperm and helped to create me, gave me a slew of baggage to deal with. I have nightmares at night, Ky. I saw things that a child should never see, and I heard things that I will never be able to unhear. Is that the kind of person you want to declare their love for you? If it is, then you’re all sorts of fucked up.”
I was shocked. It was something that I wanted to know more about so I could help her deal with it, but right now she thought that she wasn’t good enough for me, or that she was too messed up for me, and that didn’t sit well with me.
“As a matter of fact, that is the sort of person I want to love me. Because, if that’s who you are, Harper, then you bet your ass it’s what I want.” I looked down at her. Her chest was heaving, as if confessing her darkest secret left her exhausted. “I can’t say I didn’t know there was something more behind your need to keep me at a distance, but I knew it wasn’t this.” I grabbed her on both sides of her face so she was looking right at me as I spoke. “Your ‘baggage’ isn’t a deal breaker. It’s you and me, Harper. I’m here and I’m not leaving because you think I can’t handle it. That’s just another challenge that I’ll win.”
Her eyes darted back and forth, and I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. She was digesting what I said and thinking of her next move. Either way, I was ready for her.
“You’re a pain in my ass, Lewis, you know that?” she smirked.
Her playful attitude was back. Good. I loved it when she was feisty. “Yeah, and you just let me spank the shit out of yours, so what does that say about you?”
Harper rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh, we’ll see if I let you touch my ass like that again.”
I bent down and picked up my shirt and stopped in front of her.
“Put this on, we’re leaving.”
She was confused. I was starting to adore her confused face. “Now, after everything I just said, you want to leave? I was kidding, you know. You can totally spank my ass again.”
My grin was wide, and I replied, “Yes, we’re leaving right now. And we are leaving right now because you just said you sorta loved me. So I sorta want to take you back to the hotel and sorta make love to you. So put the fucking shirt on, Harper.” As she took the shirt out of my hands I added, “and you and I both know, there will be more ass spanking.”
She smiled the most brilliant smile I’d ever seen, before slipping the shirt over her head. I quickly kissed her nose and peeked out of the bathroom door to make sure there wasn’t anybody in the hallway. We snuck out the back way to the dressing room so Harper could get dressed and we made our trip back to the hotel so I could show my girl just how much I loved her
