Chapter 16

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

SPENCER

Bren laughs as I attempt to spin around the pole. I only make it around once, and I try to arch my back the way she showed me, but I fail completely. Sliding down to the floor, I start giggling, too.

“Watch a pro,” Ophelia calls out.

Turning toward her, I watch as she wraps her leg around the pole and spins perfectly. If I didn’t know better, I would guess Ophelia has worked a pole before. Maybe she has? I open my mouth to ask her when Shawn whistles loudly.

“Go, go, go, go ,” she chants.

Kyle is standing at the bottom of the stage, unable to hold back her laughter at the situation. Ryan is still at the bakery. She is holding down the fort, but Kyle called Shawn and told her to get down here to get a lesson from Bren and the other strippers.

It’s a hot-ass mess.

I love every second of it.

“I couldn’t ever imagine Ophelia dancing on a pole, but she’s good,” Kyle announces.

Flicking my gaze back to Ophelia, I watch her move and twerk, Bren, who’s beside her, joining in. They’re having a great time, and for the first time in my life, I see Ophelia as more than just the woman who owns and works behind the counter of the motel in town.

She’s beautiful, sensual, and fun.

“Okay,” Bren calls out breathlessly. “Let’s switch it up.” Her gaze finds mine, and she jerks her chin slightly. “Stand up, and instead of trying to climb the pole or anything like that, why don’t you use it as your partner?”

“Partner?” I ask,

The room fills with what I can only describe as sex music. It’s got a low beat that thrums through the room and even my body.

“Make that pole your lover, Spencer. Fuck it.”

My eyes widen. I blink, but then my lips turn up into a smile as I stand up and wrap my fingers around said pole.

“Stripping isn’t always about being naked. Anyone can strip off their clothes and shake their tits. This is about the art of seduction. The men out in the audience want to believe that it’s them between your legs every time you spread them. They want to be that pole.”

I close my eyes, feeling the music move through my body, and only then do I begin to dance. I don’t know if anyone is watching me, I don’t know if anyone even gives a shit about me, but I give it my all. It’s easy to do that because it’s just us girls in the room.

“Arch your back,” Bren calls out.

Then I hear Kyle whistle, and Shawn calls out something as well. They’re basically catcalling me, and I can’t help but smile. I’m not usually one who wants or likes attention, but I have to admit this feels good.

I feel a type of power that I have never experienced before. Powerful, sexy, sensual, all words that I didn’t think were possible to describe me. Little me—Spencer Maddison. I’ve always been cute at the most. But right now, I feel like I could conquer the world.

When the music dies down, my lips turn up into a smile, and I open my eyes. I am invigorated and feel as if I can conquer the entire world. Every square inch of it. Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out right as the door to the room slams open.

I’m standing with my fingers still gripping the cool metal of the pole when I see him—them. Not just Evan but Atomic, Gnaw, and King as well. Chewing on my bottom lip, I stare straight ahead. I try not to look into Evan’s eyes, but I fail miserably.

A chill runs up my spine at the look on his face. I don’t know if he’s angry or horny. I can’t tell, but whatever it is, it’s intense, and I can’t breathe. The other people in the room either actually disappear or just vanish from my vision because I can only see him.

Slowly, Evan makes his way toward me. One step, then another. I am his prey and he is stalking me, except he doesn’t have to. I’m already his. I’ve always been his. Since the moment I laid eyes on him.

It didn’t matter that I was too young for him.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t see me that way.

I knew I was his.

Made for him, meant for him.

No matter how twisted that might sound to someone looking in from the outside of our bubble. He moves closer, step by step. His bootsteps are silent as he moves. And then he stops where Kyle had been at the base of the stage.

“You don’t dance for anyone but me, especially like that.”

His voice is growly, raspy, and rough all at the same time. My heart squeezes before it jumps to my throat. I try to swallow down the lump but fail. I inhale a deep breath and let it out slowly as he grabs a chair from behind him, bringing it behind his body and sinking down.

“Evan?” I ask through trembling lips.

“Dance for me,” he demands.

Seconds later, he has his phone out and I hear music coming from the device. It’s not quite as sexy as the music that Bren was playing, but it’s also not pulsing through me the way the bass did from the speakers that surround the stage.

“Evan?” I ask again.

He smirks. “Beautiful, show off those sexy legs and that blonde hair. Dance for me.”

“I’m not very good,” I say, my tongue thick with my confession.

He laughs softly, but I can tell he’s not laughing at me. It’s a dry laugh, almost as if he finds this anything but humorous. Then he jerks his chin toward me, his eyes sparkling and his lips twitching into a smile as he watches and waits.

My hips move from side to side, my eyes never leaving his. I feel stupid, but then I remember what Bren said. It’s not about getting naked. It’s about how they imagine that pole being their dick.

So, that’s what I do. I wrap my fingers around the pole, loosely gripping it as I spin in a single circle, then I fuck the pole with everything I’ve got. As silly as I feel when it begins, slowly, it starts to ebb, and sensuality takes over.

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I’ve never been so pissed off and so turned on at the same time in my entire life. The music plays, but I can’t even hear it. I am focused on this woman dancing in front of me. Everyone else who had been in the room left us alone. They won’t come back in here. At least, not anytime soon.

“Strip, Spencer,” I demand. “Give me a show.”

To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate. I watch as she reaches down to the hem of her shirt and slowly peels it up her body, tossing it to the side. It lands on the stage in a pile, then her bra follows suit.

Fuck.

Her tits sway with her moves. Her breathing comes out in pants. I can’t take my eyes off her. In another life, she could be a professional dancer. But I’m a selfish fuck. I’m not like Dennis. I couldn’t stomach my woman showing any of this body of hers to another living soul.

It’s mine.

She’s mine.

When she reaches for the button of her shorts, I sit up a little straighter. She reaches up, wrapping her hands around the pole as she spreads her legs. Her back is to me, and I watch as she arches, drops her head, and looks at me. Her pussy moves up and down on the pole.

I imagine it’s my cock she’s riding and shift in my seat slightly.

Her tits sway and bounce with her moves. Fuck me. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to wait until I’m inside of her. A minute, thirty seconds, five seconds. I’m on the verge right now, ready to tip over and lose all of my control.

The song finishes, and she spins around the pole one more time, then shoots me the sexiest fucking smile I’ve ever seen in my life. Standing, I clear my throat and let out a grunt as I climb onto the stage.

“Shorts and panties, beautiful,” I rasp.

She does what I’ve asked, dropping both her panties and shorts. Lifting my hand, I extend my finger and press it gently to the hollow of her throat before I softly glide it down her center, between her tits, her belly, and then through her folds.

“Soaked,” I state.

Spencer’s entire body breaks out in goose bumps. I smile at the sight, slipping two fingers inside of her. Curling them, I make come-hither motions as I watch her. I can only finger fuck her for a moment or two because I’m ready to goddamn blow.

Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers. At the same time, I curl my fingers around her tit, gripping her there before sliding my thumb across her puckered nipple. “Ride my fingers, Spencer. Show me how badly you want my cock,” I demand.

Fingernails dig into my shoulders as she bears down on my fingers and begins to jerk and buck against them. I cup her pussy with my palm, and she grinds her clit against my hand.

Fuck me.

Goddamn beautiful.

“I’m going to come,” she moans.

I feel her pussy flutter against my fingers, but neither of us stops. She’s chasing that orgasm, climbing higher and higher. She’s ready to jump off the edge of the cliff, and I can’t wait to catch her when she tumbles over.

Then I’m going to fuck her.

Hard.

Her pussy clamps down around my fingers as she finds her release. I watch her, keeping my gaze focused on hers for a long moment. Then she trembles and shakes a few times before she releases her tight grip on my shoulders and her entire body slumps.

Releasing her breast, I wrap my arm along her back, pulling her closer to me. Feeling her tits press against mine up on this stage, I can’t help but smirk down at her. Lowering my head, I touch my mouth to hers, then rest my forehead against hers.

“Beautiful,” I exhale as I slip my fingers from between her legs.

Bringing them to my lips, I lick them clean. Her taste is fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it. I want to taste her every day until the day I die. Her fingers are still curled around my shoulders.

“I need you,” she whispers.

“Do you want me to take you and fuck you? Or make love to you?” I ask.

She smiles up at me. Her blonde hair is messy from the dancing. And as much as I wish it were from my hands, it’s not. But I plan on tangling the fuck out of it, and soon.

“There’s a difference?” she asks.

She gives me a small smile as her eyes dance. She watches me, waiting for me to make a move. I’m going to make one, too. I’m just not exactly sure how much she can take. I’m trying to figure it out in my head before I do it because once I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.

Then she surprises the absolute fuck out of me when she leans forward, her lips touch mine, and she speaks.

“Fuck me, Evan. I want you to make me scream on this stage.”

You don’t have to tell me twice.