CHAPTER 10

T o say I was in love with a stripper named Journey was a fucking understatement. I was so goddamn enthralled with the woman. I would’ve dropped anyone and anything to keep her. The pull I felt toward her was intoxicating. I couldn’t remember why or how I ended up at The Cove , but I was grateful.

So fucking grateful.

When Journey told me to wait while she went back to get ready, I waited like a goddamn puppy dog for her to return. It felt like forever.

When she showed back up wearing nothing but a skimpy little number in leather and lace, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Or maybe hell considering how dangerous those goddamn curves of hers were. Maybe it was the pink body glitter that covered every inch of her, making her sparkle like a goddamn diamond.

When she pushed me into a chair so she could dance for me, I was a willing captive for her.

When she showed me the ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ tattoo curling over her lower spine, I traced the lines like they were gospel and I was a sinner needing redemption.

When she asked if I wanted to buy a private dance, I couldn’t hand off my card fast enough. Thank the fucking Lord they took debit cards.

I was fucking dying as I followed her to the second floor like a lost puppy. My dick was so goddamn hard it hurt. I needed her in a way I hadn’t known possible.

“Sit for me, handsome,” she ordered when we entered the private room. I listened, settling quickly in the only leather armchair. “Such a good boy, Gray. You listen so well.”

I fucking loved listening to her. If she said jump, I’d ask her how high.

Her hands slipped behind her back, and I watched in complete awe as she undid the barely there top she wore. Strips of fabric dropped to the ground, leaving me with a view of the most perfect tits I’d ever fucking seen.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Gray?” Journey asked. As she slid onto my lap, I palmed her thighs, reveling in her softness and warmth. Her hips rolled forward, grinding against my dick. I moaned, biting my lip as I damn near came right there.

“I think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby,” I told her and meant every word.

“I’m supposed to make you wait,” she whispered. Her teeth scraped against my ear, making me groan. My fingers dug tighter into her hips, pulling her tighter against me.

“Fuck, there’s so many clothes between us, baby,” I muttered. I wanted her.

I wanted all of her so badly that I was fucking delirious. She consumed me. The feel of her body against mine, that exotic perfume of hers, the little sounds she made. I couldn’t get enough.

“You’ll be a good boy for me and keep our secret, won’t you, Gray?” Leaning back, she hit me with the full force of her sexy pout. Her hands skimmed down my torso until she reached my pants.

“I’ll do whatever the hell you want me to, baby,” I said. I would. I really fucking would. If she wanted me to kill a man, I’d rip him apart in a heartbeat.

Journey could have whatever the hell she wanted.

“Kiss me, Gray. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged. My fingers curled around the back of her neck. I dragged her closer, taking that sinful mouth of hers with mine. I ate up the sigh she let out and took the chance to stroke my tongue against hers.

Fuck me, did she taste sweet. She was goddamn candy-wrapped up in a gorgeous little body. Her kiss touched my goddamn soul. I felt it with every nerve in my body—everything firing all at once and ruining me instantly.

My lips drifted across her jaw and down her neck. Her head tilted back, exposing her fluttering pulse. I licked and sucked the spot, leaving my mark. I’d be damned if anyone else had her.

When her hand wrapped around my dick, I saw stars. I hadn’t even come yet, and the woman had my world upside down.

“Fuck,” I rasped, “I want you, baby.”

“Next time,” Journey promised. Her hand skated up and down my length rapidly. My breath hitched in my throat as the heat and pressure in my spine multiplied tenfold. “You’ll come back and see me, won’t you, Gray?”

“Every fuckin’ night, baby,” I promised. My teeth sunk into her delicate shoulder as I attempted to ground myself. I held on for dear fucking life.

“Tell me you’re mine, honey. Tell me you belong to me, Gray. Tell me you’ll always come back to me.”

“It’s just you and me, baby,” I said. “Always and forever. Just you and me.”

My reward was those sweet lips claiming mine. It was the last thing I needed to push me over the edge. I came in her hand, the room pitching sideways with the intensity. I lost sight of everything and didn’t care because I still had Journey.