Dagger: A Devil's Hellions Romance (22 page)

My head was in a daze. I couldn't believe that Axe was taking me out to dinner tonight. My shift at the Emerald would be over in an hour and Axe was supposed to pick me up soon. I was so excited that I could barely keep myself from shaking.

I danced on stage, swinging around the pole, closing my eyes and focusing on the image of Axe. His shirtless chest, strong arms, and open lips made me ooze inside. I wanted to kiss him so badly, to feel his mouth against mine. I bent over and rubbed the pole in between my ass cheeks, imagining it was Axe's hard erection. I moaned as a warmness pooled between my thighs. I spread myself up and down the pole, flipping my hair back and taking off my top. The crowd cheered at the sight of my bouncy chest.

I got down on my knees and pushed my tits together right in front of a customer's face. I turned around and crawled towards the pole, giving them all the perfect view of my ass. I ran my tongue up along the pole, gathering my salty wetness. I'd never tasted myself before and it was really turning me on.

The desire to touch myself was building. My face was flushed and my heart was racing. I continued dancing, picturing Axe holding me tight and never letting me go. I snapped back to reality when the music stopped. The audience erupted with cheers and gave me a standing ovation. I didn't even know what I did up there. I was so distracted with the thought of Axe.

I went back stage to find Helena getting ready to go on.

“I just watched you, Winter. What got into you on stage? I've never seen you like that before.”

I blushed and hid my face. “I don't even know what I was doing.”

“It looked like you were ready to orgasm up there.” Helena laughed.

My face turned a deeper shade of red. “I think I almost did.”

Helena continued applying her makeup. “Well give me whatever drug you're on because I want to feel that.”

Should I tell her about Axe? There was something about this guy but I barely knew him. “Good luck out there,” I told Helena as she went out on stage.

I sat down in my seat and realized that my panties were soaking wet. I got a fresh pair from my drawer and slipped them on. I relaxed and closed my eyes. Axe was so fucking hot. My body pulsed at just the thought of him.

Joe marched in through the door and interrupted my fantasy. “I don't know what you did out there but it was fantastic, Winter.”

“Thanks, Joe. I guess I was just in the right mood.”

“Well whatever it was, do it again. You have a gentleman out there requesting a lap dance.”

Could it be Axe?
I checked the clock on the wall and it was almost ten. I smiled and got my game face on. I was going to give him the lap dance of lap dances.

I strutted out into main room and over to the private booths. My heart skipped a beat right before I opened the velvet curtain. And everything fell apart when I saw it was a stranger and not Axe.

I put my smile back on. Got to focus on all those tips. “Hey sugar, you want a lap dance?”

“Get that pretty little ass of yours over here.” The customer was large and reeked of alcohol. His eyes were cast in shadow and his grin scared me a little.

“Buckle up then, this is going to be a wild ride,” I replied playfully.

I faced away and planted my butt right on his crotch. He was already hard which wasn't surprising. Most of my customers were before I even started. I rubbed against him, listening to him moan and groan.

He wrapped his hands around me and squeezed my breasts. I normally didn't care about men touching my chest or my ass but this felt different. It felt wrong. The man leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You were so hot on stage. I couldn't stop thinking about your big tits and fine ass. I bet your pussy is so wet right now.” His hand trailed down my stomach and I swatted him away.

I shook my finger at him. “No no, you're being a bad boy.”

The customer leaned back and smiled. He was really enjoying this. I spun around and straddled him. I buried his face in my chest, rubbing my cleavage all over his face. Suddenly, he flung me off him and stood up.

His smile turned devious as he looked down at me. “I bet you can't wait to feel my big cock inside you.” He began to unbuckle his belt.

I was calm and collected. I'd been in this situation many times before. Jerome, the bouncer, was only feet away—plus I knew Karate. The customer was drunk and there was no need to cause a scene. I tried reason with him. “Sir, you're drunk and you can't do this.”

The man kept grinning as he pulled down his pants. His prick was small and hard. Not enough meat for any woman. I giggled a little and called out for Jerome.

The velvet curtain opened and it wasn't Jerome. It was Axe. His eyes glanced from the customer's crotch to me sitting helpless in the booth. His eyes filled with fury and his fists clenched into wrecking balls.

I put my hands up to stop him but it was too late. He used the customer as a punching bag, hitting him in the stomach until the customer puked all over the floor. Axe didn't stop there. He smashed his fist against the guy's face, dislocating his jaw.

Jerome hustled over within seconds and wrapped Axe in a bear hug. But Axe was in a blind rage. Nothing could stop him now.

He wrestled with Jerome and I screamed for them to stop. “Jerome, he's my friend!” I called out.

Jerome saw the customer on the floor and realized what happened. He released Axe and held him at arm's length. “Are you okay, Winter?”

“Yes, I'm fine,” I replied. “My friend, Axe, came to my rescue just before things got out of hand. Jerome turned towards Axe. “I'm sorry I grabbed you. I thought you were the one trying to hurt her.”

The red in Axe's eyes faded as he breathed in deeply. He nodded to the bouncer who dragged the customer out of the booth. Axe took my hand and lifted me up. “Are you really okay?” he asked.

I nodded, dusting myself off. “Thanks for protecting me.” My heart was beating more rapidly than before. He still held my hand as he led me out of the booth. His touch was electrifying. We came to the back door that said: Employees Only. “Let me change and I'll be right back.”

Axe looked concerned and didn't let go of my hand.

I wanted him to hold it all night. “It's okay, Ill be all right.”

Axe nodded and let go.

I caught his eyes staring into mine as I closed the door.

Poppy came running up to me in heels with her big tits flopping up and down. “Are you okay, Winter? What happened?”

“A customer got too close. Nothing out of the ordinary,” I told her.

“Thank god, with all the commotion out there, I thought it might have been worse.”

“Relax, I'm fine,” I told her. But did I believe it myself?

Poppy smiled and went back to fixing her hair.

I took in a deep breath and found the dress I brought for the date tonight. I changed out of my skimpy strip-club outfit and into my civilian bra and panties. I slipped the dress on and couldn't reach the back zipper.

“Poppy, could I get a little help here?” I asked, gathering my hair out of the way.

She rushed over and pulled the zipper all the way up. “Damn Winter, you look fucking hot.”

“Thanks.” I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that Poppy was right—I did look hot. My short black dress hugged every curve and pushed my boobs together, creating a massive canyon of cleavage. I sat down and put on my long leather boots.

“Have a hot date?” Poppy winked.

I nodded. I hadn't been on a date since high school. If you could even call that a date. Kyle trying to get in my panties before we even started the car wasn't exactly what I thought a date should be.

“You're going to knock his socks off.”

I smiled and hoped that Axe would feel the same. I brushed my hair and fixed up my makeup before going back out.

Axe's smoldering look turned to shock when he saw me in my dress. “Winter, you look fucking beautiful.”

A shiver ran through my entire body. How could his words make me feel so sexy and confident?

Axe bent his elbow out and I took his arm. “Shall we go?”

I stared at him behind my lashes and nodded. I was speechless in his presence.

Jerome apologized to Axe on the way out and he played it off like it was nothing. We walked through the parking lot, arm-in-arm, and came to his motorcycle. The bike was all black save for some large chrome pipes that ran along the sides.

“What's wrong?” Axe asked, sensing my fear.

“I've never been on one of these before.” I pinched a small strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear—my nervous tick.

“It will be a first for both of us. I've never let a girl ride with me before.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Why not?”

Axe shrugged and kept silent. He was so mysterious which made him damn sexy. Axe handed me a helmet that was big and bulky while he put on a little bucket that barely covered his skull. “Why do I have to wear the full helmet and you get to wear the small one,” I asked.

“We have to protect that beautiful face of yours.” He knew exactly how to make me melt. I whipped the hair out of my face and stuffed my head into the tight helmet. It fit perfectly.

Axe straddled the bike and jerked his head for me to come over. I lifted my leg over and sat down behind Axe. My thin dress didn't provide much of a barrier between my panties and the seat of the motorcycle.

Axe hit a red button and the bike groaned to life. The rumbling between my legs was a sensation I'd never felt before. It was rough and hard but I kind of liked it. I looked around for somewhere to put my hands. Where does the passenger hold on?

Axe yelled over the roar of the engine. “Wrap your arms around me and hold tight.”

I did as I was told and slipped my hands under his arms, placing them on his chiseled chest.
Oh my, this man is built.

Axe twisted the handle and the bike lurched forward. I hung on tightly as the motorcycle sped away. I looked behind me at the neon Emerald sign before Axe banked around a corner. The wind soared through my hair as we cruised through the night. The vibrations between my thighs were exciting and unknown. That familiar wetness from earlier returned.

Winter held onto me for dear life as we weaved in and out of the cars. Her hands on me felt so good. If she moved them down just a little lower she'd feel how hard my erection was. At a stoplight, I looked behind me to gauge her but the tinted visor hid her expression. She definitely wasn't trying to run away though.

I was tempted to speed right past the restaurant and ride with her for the rest of the night. I wanted to feel her arms around me forever. I held the brake as I revved the engine of my 2011 Harley-Davidson Forty-Eight, waiting for the light. When it hit green, I released the break and tugged at the throttle. The motorcycle burst forward and Winter screamed as she dug her nails into my chest. I chuckled to myself as Winter shrieked for her life. She'd be moaning my name soon enough.

We arrived at the restaurant that faced a busy street. I parked around the back at the valet. I lifted Brook off and set her down. I unsnapped the chin strap and set my helmet in front of the bike. Winter peeled the helmet from her head and she couldn't stop laughing.

“What is it?” I asked. Not the reaction I was expecting after riding a motorcycle for the first time.

Winter laughed harder and her hair was a mess from the helmet. “That was the most fun I've had in my entire life.” Winter had a an innocence that hadn't been tainted yet. My innocence was stolen from me when my brother died.

“I'm glad you liked it.” I handed the keys to the valet who looked just as excited as Winter to ride a motorcycle.

Winter looked up at the restaurant's sign. “San Giovanni's? Isn't this where all the celebrities go to eat?”

I nodded and led her inside. The restaurant was empty except for the maitre d' and a lone waiter. The place was exceptionally tiny for a restaurant. The entire place only sat around sixteen people. San Giovanni's specialized in ultra-expensive dining so they only needed to fill a few tables a night.

“Good evening, sir,” the maitre d' announced. I smiled and escorted Winter as we followed him to our table. I pulled the chair out for Winter and winked. Her face lit up as she took her seat. The maitre d' bowed and left us.

“Where is everyone?” Winter whispered across the table.

I unwrapped my white napkin, set the silverware down, and placed it across my lap. “They're closed.” Winter looked confused so I elaborated. “We helped the owner out a while back with some fuckers that kept breaking their front window.”

She nodded with her mouth open. I didn't want to tell her too much—we killed the three guys and buried them out in the middle of the desert. Those details could be left secret.

The waiter arrived wearing a black and white outfit with a bow-tie. He handed us two long menus. “The chef is prepared to cook anything you desire.”

I left my menu closed on the table as I stared at Winter. Her eyes were big as she scanned all the items. Most of the menu was in Italian and she tried to mouth the difficult words. “Anything look good?” I asked.

She looked back at me with a look of terror. “Well, I'm having a hard time figuring out what they serve here.”

I laughed and snatched the menu from her. “Do you like chicken?”

Winter nodded and blushed. What I wouldn't do to make her blush like that all night.

I waved the waiter over and shot a wink to Winter. “We'll both be getting the Chicken Vesuvio tonight.”

“Excellent choice, sir. Anything to drink?”

I'd kill to have a pint of beer but this place wasn't the type. “Surprise me with a nice bottle of red.”

“Of course.” The waiter bowed and left us.

“What's Vesuvio?” Winter asked.

“It's a meat cooked in white wine served with potatoes and peas.”

“Sounds delicious. I don't think I've had a really authentic dish from Italy.”

I chuckled. “You'll have to try something else because this meal originated in Chicago.”

Winter looked fascinated. “How do you know all this stuff? Are you Italian?”

“No, actually my parents are Scottish and Irish. I've just eaten here so much that I've picked up on a few things.”

Winter fiddled around with the silverware on the table when the waiter came over. He placed two wine glasses in front of us and popped the cork. I stared into Winter's eyes as she watched with wonder as the waiter expertly poured the wine.

I took a sip of wine and let the alcohol calm my nerves. Why was my body reacting this way to Winter? She was just another chick. Just another girl to bed and forget. But I'd never taken a girl on a “date” before. I didn't want to tell her that this was another first for me. “I want to know more about you, Winter. What made you want to dance?”

Winter avoided eye contact. I probably shouldn't have brought up the subject. She was obviously ashamed of it. She opened up anyways. “My parents didn't help me with college so I needed a way to find money. I was working two jobs and trying to make ends meet. When I didn't have enough to pay for my books, I got desperate. I started stripping and the money came flowing in. I quit my two jobs and now I actually have time to study.
And
I can pay for books.”

“You got to do whatever it takes,” I added.

Winter smirked and I felt something graze my leg. She drank her wine as her foot ran up my ankle. Jolts of electricity zapped through my system. My pants tightened. I looked around the restaurant for a place to bend her over so I could fuck her fast and hard. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pressing need in my pants.