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  “That’s what you think…” I laughed in his face.

  He pulled me to him, our noses barely touching.

  “Keep your mouth fucking shut, and don’t worry about the shit I do, okay? You mention anything to your Dad, Jeremy or your fucking precious Chase, shit is going to hit the fan.”

  “Are you fucking threatening me?”

  “What do you think?” He squeezed my arms, I’ll have bruises tomorrow, but I was too much of a hard ass to care right now.

  “I fucking dare you, see what happens.” The back door swung open and he immediately released me.

  “Roxy?” Nicole called out, peering around the metal door.

  “I’m coming.” I walked away from Jake, staring him down.

  “What the fuck was that about? It looked like World War III was about to go down out there.” She walked with me to the locker room. I took off my jacket and pants to expose my bustier outfit that Chase had so kindly helped me into. “Hot damn!” Nicole whistled and gave my ass a slap as I bent over to put my heels on.

  “Jake is a piece of shit. I have to remind myself why I’m with him. Something is up with him, Nic. I can feel it in my bones. He has been distant, stays out late at night with God knows who. When we do talk, he’s short with me. How the fuck should I know what is going on with us? Shit was so good in the beginning. It’s like once I finished school, and Chase and I…”

  “Saw each other and wanted to hump each other like rabbits in heat is what happened.” She laughed.

  “No…it’s not like that. Shit with him and I is complicated and…I have no clue how to explain that shit either. It’s like we both know we shouldn’t, but this is going to be hard with him around all the time. How am I supposed to just put that on the back burner? If it came down to my life on the line, hands down I know Chase has my back. I wish I could say the same for Jake. How can it be like that? Jake is a part of my own MC, if anything, he should be kissing my ass because my Dad is the President. How my Dad doesn’t notice this shit is beyond me.” I shook my head.

  “Babe, you’re thinking about this too hard. You need to listen to what you want. What your heart wants, not your mind. Are you talking yourself into wanting to be with Jake? Because it’s what’s the club wants? What your Dad wants? Or will you listen to your heart and go after what you want, or rather, who you want?” She fluffed the back of my hair for me.

  “I don’t know, Nicole, I just want to get out there and dance for right now.”

  “Okay, let’s get going, babe.”

  “By the way…” I stopped and looked back at her. “What was that with you and Jer earlier?” I laughed, knowing she hated when I teased her about their unspoken love bond.

  “Oh God, don’t even go there, girl. It was nothing.”

  “Ha, yeah right.”

  We walked to the bar. Tonight was busy; Jeremy had some local DJ in tonight- the bass of the music rocked through my body. I walked up to the girl who was dancing on the platform stage that surrounded the dance floor, she hopped down and I went up in her place. Jeremy must have had the poles installed this week. I’m sure Nicole had some influence on that decision. I let the music take control of my body and I let everything roll off me.

  Dancing was such a release for me. I forgot everything bad: my dead mother, my pressing father, my now jealous/abusive boyfriend, the person who was after me, my addiction to Chase. The green lasers danced about the club, bouncing off the sea of people. Rhianna’s “Cockiness” pounded through the speakers.

  I grabbed high on the pole, lining up to do a bumslide to splits move. I raised my feet to the pole, crossing my ankles as I let the top half of my body swing around the back of the pole so that I was now facing it, my arms stretched out to my sides, then I lowered them to the floor into a handstand with my legs still crossed around the pole. I uncrossed my feet to do a split in the air, while still holding myself up by my hands.

  I slowly lowered my butt down the pole and sat up into a split facing the crowd. I pulled my legs up in front of me and slowly rose to my feet as my hands roamed my body. I felt pairs of eyes on me from all over the club, by how the hairs stood up on the back of my neck, I knew a certain pair of eyes were also looking at me. I looked toward the VIP lounge; I saw those vibrant green eyes. Chase. Only he wasn’t alone tonight.

  CHAPTER 15

  ~ Roxy ~

  His eyes bored into mine. My dance stalled for a moment as I checked him from head to toe. Good God, he looked good tonight. He wore his hair in that "just fucked and a bitch was pulling on it" look. He wore a tight black V-neck, where I could see the edge of hidden tribal ink creeping at the neck of his shirt. I caught a glimpse of his silver chain- handed down to him from his father when he became VP of the club. His arms were begging to be squeezed. His black artwork was complemented with a large face black watch. His shirt was straining on his “guns”. My eyes trailed further down. He stood confidently with one hand tucked into his front pocket. Chase’s muscular thighs were clad in dark blue jeans and his black riding boots completed his outfit. Did I just moan out loud?

  A tiny girl in an itty-bitty white-banded dress interrupted my vision. She must have been about my height, similar build minus the booty. I worked hard for my shit, and I couldn't say the same for this broad. She hung off Chase as he finally tore his eyes from me and smiled down at her. I felt jealousy bubble in my stomach.

  I continued my performance, turning my back to the VIP section. My hands trailed up the sides of my body, and up the sides of my neck into my hair. I bent at the hip and held onto the pole while I shook my ass and lowered into a squat, rolling and circling my hips. I probably did have more swagger than a white girl should have or admit to, but dancing was second nature to me. I bounced back up and swung around the pole, starting at the top and swinging my way to the bottom.

  I heard a squeal and laughter coming from the VIP section. I tried to fight looking up in that direction. I lost that battle quick. I saw Chase had his face buried in little hussy’s neck as he pulled her body closer to his. Her hair was dark like mine, but not nearly as long. If I didn't know any better, he tried to get a girl that resembled me. Ha, men!

  Martin Garix’s "Animals" thumped through the speakers. Everyone went wild. Bodies were dancing, jumping, grinding. Hands were up in the air, and I put Chase out of my head. I noticed a couple of guys were herding around the base of my dance corner. It wasn't anything out of the norm to have guys swarming the girls for a show, however when I opened my eyes and looked down, there were three of them looking as though they were ready to pounce and devour me. They made me slightly nervous, but I chalked it up to boy's night out and they needed a good show. I put my all into a seductive dance for them. They whistled up at me and it encouraged me to go harder. I lowered to my knees in front of them, and let my legs slide apart and let my hands roam my body, squeezing my bosom that was spilling over my bustier, thanks to Chase. Needless to say, I was basically dry humping the stage with the way my hips moved. One guy in the group who was bald and had tattoos where his hair should be got closer as I flipped my hair and then I felt a slap on my ass. I immediately stopped and my instinct was to reach out and slap the guy. He grabbed my wrist roughly.

  I immediately started to panic and looked for the bouncers. They were making their way through the crowd toward me. Before I knew it, I was pulled down off the stage by Baldy.

  "Get your hands off me!" I struggled against him.

  "Jake said what was his is mine!" he shouted at me, tightening his grip. What the fuck?

  The stranger was pulled back and down. Chase stood over him with a knee on his chest, and hit him over and over. "Don't you fucking touch her!" Chase shouted in his face.

  "Chase!" I yelled at him as the bouncers pushed me through the crowd away from Chase. "No, let me go," I yelled as I saw the other two guys start to fight Chase. "Help him, Joey! I'm fine." Joey finally listened to me, and when he saw me through the crowd, he turned back to go for Chase
. I saw Nicole look over at me with a worried look but I nodded to her that I was fine and I ran to the locker room. I don't even know why I was crying, but my face was streaming with tears. I didn't want Chase to get hurt; I was scared from that guy who grabbed me. Then the locker room door flew open, and I spun around.

  I half expected it to be Nicole, but there he was. Chase was out of breath, his lip busted, his check bruising, the collar of his shirt was torn. His chest heaved up and down and his fists clenched at his sides.

  "Chase." His name fell from my lips as I rushed to him and he took two large steps towards me and grabbed my hips, lifting me up. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. I grabbed his face and slammed my mouth down on his.

  "Shit," he groaned in pain. I quickly pulled away and cupped his face, looking down at his mouth. Chase licked his lip.

  "Oh my God. I'm sorry, are you okay?"

  "I'll live, Rox." His chest vibrated as he laughed, his grip tightened on my ass. I gingerly ran the pad of my thumb over the bottom of his lip. I avoided his cut. I slowly leaned down and ran my tongue over his cut. I tenderly kissed his bottom lip and then the top. Chase groaned into my mouth and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my mouth down onto his.

  Chase slowly made steps toward the leather couch that was in the room. He took me with him as he plopped down on the couch. I straddled Chase’s lap, gripping his hair I let my head fall back and guided his mouth to my neck. He devoured me; he peppered my neck and cleavage with kisses. My skin was on fire- I needed him, and he needed me just as badly.

  I barely heard the locker room door open. Nicole poked her head in. "Roxy, are you okay? Oh, I see you're just fine," she giggled and locked the door handle and left.

  I pulled Chase's ripped shirt up over his head. Our lips broke apart long enough for the fabric to pass between our faces. I raked my nails down over his broad shoulders, down his muscular pectorals, and down his defined abs, to his belt buckle. Chase pulled me to him, nibbling on my bottom lip, and then skimming his tongue along the crease of my lips. His mouth tasted like sweet mint. I felt his fingers work the tie in the back of my bustier, fumbling with the double bow he tied earlier today.

  "This fucking thing," he grumbled.

  "You're the one who tied it."

  "Yeah, to give Jake a hard time."

  "Jealous much?"

  "Nah, Roxy. How can I when I know you've already been mine since the beginning?" My heart fluttered.

  He loosened the strings, and I stretched and pulled the bustier up over my head, releasing my breasts to him. My hair fell down around us. The hand that he had been massaging my ass with reached out and grabbed the tips of my hair and tugged down, making my head fall back as a gasp fell from my lips.

  Chase pulled my hips into his, causing me to release his belt buckle and to hang onto his biceps. I felt him grow hard through his jeans and the thin material of my booty shorts. I felt my cheeks flush knowing how wet and ready I was for him.

  "That's what I love about you, Rox," he managed to get out before his thumbs grazed the underside of my breasts.

  "What's that?" I asked breathlessly.

  "Such a little minx, yet you still blush." He looked up at me from under his sooty lashes. I pulled him to my chest. He instantly nibbled at the barbell that ran through my nipple. I sucked in a breath between my teeth. Oh, the things that man could do with his mouth!

  "Chase..." I pleaded with him as he gave my other breast the same kind of attention. He gripped the sides of my booty shorts and pulled in opposite directions, tearing the delicate fabric. I pulled his face up to mine and pushed him back so that I could unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.

  He pushed his hips up and I rose up so that he could push his jeans down and kick off his boots. As soon as his butt hit the couch I sat up on my knees, and grabbed his thick cock. Chase groaned with pleasure and kissed me. I pumped my tight fist up and down his long length. Shit, if I had known how well-endowed he was, this would have happened eons ago.

  "Grab my wallet," Chase moaned between kisses. I bent down to grab the heap of jeans on the floor. I searched his wallet, nothing.

  “Uh, there isn’t one. You manwhore.” I tossed the wallet back at his chest, and he caught it with one hand. I heard him curse under his breath.

  “You always use protection?”

  “Hells yes.” He threw his wallet down on the couch, letting it bounce to the floor.

  “Well, then… you’ve been checked lately?”

  “Yes, I’m good. And you?”

  “I have a clean bill. I can’t wait, Chase. I need to feel you inside of me.” I straddled his lap.

  “Christ.” His fingers dug into my ass.

  I hovered over his tip, just teasing my folds. I let the head rub over my hood piercing, making butterflies explode in my lower belly.

  "Rox, enough of being a tease or I'm going to put you over the arm of this couch and fuck the shit out of you." He pulled at my hips, his fingers flexing on either side of my ass.

  "Just making sure this is what you want," I teased him, biting my bottom lip.

  "You have no fucking idea how much I want you baby." Chase grabbed the nape of my neck, and I aligned myself over him. Slowly, I lowered down onto him. He filled me to the brim.

  "Jesus, Rox, you're so tight. You feel so fucking good, baby." His large hands slid up my back and cupped my shoulders, pulling me down onto him as he pushed upward with his hips. He hit the back wall of my pussy; it felt as though he was going to break through my belly button. I placed my hands on the couch behind him and started to roll and grind my hips onto his. I quickly found my motion and sped up my pace. We both moaned at the sound of our bare skin slapping against each other.

  "Oh God, Chase," I barely got out as I rode him. My breasts bounced in his face, and he took the invite- latching onto one breast, as his fingers rolled and pinched the other.

  "Shit, you're so wet for me, baby, I can feel you splashing up on my stomach. His thighs flexed under me, and I felt his cock swell further.

  "Don't you dare come first." I gripped his hair.

  "Ladies first, Rox. I can feel it, you're close. Come on, baby." His eyes were hooded as he looked up at me. He bit his lip as he waited for me. I felt the buildup in the bundle of nerves that my piercing sat right above. The forward roll of my hips caused me to rub up against his abdomen.

  "Oh god, right there!" I cried out to him.

  "Come for me, baby," he encouraged my climax. That was all I needed and my orgasm came over me like a tidal wave.

  "Chase," I whimpered, as my body shook like an aftershock. My nails dug into his shoulders. I fell forward onto his chest that was covered with the sheen of sweat.

  "That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, baby. Next time I’m going to make you watch yourself, you're so damn beautiful when you come, shouting my name." He pushed me back to my sitting position and kissed me passionately.

  "I want you to come, Chase."

  "I’m getting close, baby, hold on." He sat closer to the end of the couch and held onto my shoulders like he did before. He held me down and into his large hard body, causing my piercing to massage into my clit again.

  "Oh my god, Chase. I’m going to come again if you keep doing that!" I moaned, feeling the hot tingling buildup inside me.

  "I’m right there with you," he grunted.

  My eyes clamped shut as white stars appeared behind my eyelids. I yelled out a moan as I felt Chase’s cock swell and release inside me. My inner walls clamped down onto him as the feeling of his hot seed shooting inside me set me over the edge. He fell back against the couch, holding me to him.

  "That felt..."

  "I know," he panted out of breath himself. He had small spasms as I moved myself off of him. I started to clean myself up.