Four Enemies – Four After Dark Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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I frown at him and shake my head. “I was joking.”

“Oh, yeah. Figured,” he says.

“God, I’ll bet she’s a good lay,” Colin says. “So fiery.”

His choice of words takes me back to when I first spotted her at Rusty’s. I didn’t know then how well her personality matched her hair.

“Yeah, she’s probably a wildcat in bed,” Jordan says.

“Neither of you will ever find out if you keep treating her the way you do,” I say.

Jordan grunts in response and turns back to sorting out props.

“Five-minute warning!” A loud knock on the door accompanies Brittany’s barely-muffled voice. “Hustle!”

“We just got here,” Owen grumbles as he digs through a bag, and it might be the first time I’ve heard him talk all day.

“Ignore her,” Jordan says. “She just likes to hear the sound of herself yelling at us.”

“She’d be completely intolerable if she wasn’t so hot,” Colin says.

“Yeah, I’d hit that,” Jordan says. “If I could tape her mouth shut first.” The two of them crack up, and I shake my head.

Brittany was the perfect amount of vocal in bed, loud when I made her feel so good she had to yell, but fuck, I need to stop thinking about that.

It seems like only two or three minutes pass before she’s banging on the door again. “You’re late. Hurry up!”

“There’s no way that was five minutes,” Owen mutters, buckling his chaps.

Jordan and Colin haven’t even started to get dressed yet for their first number. “We need to put her in her place,” Jordan says, gesturing to Colin with a downward wave. “Take your shorts down.”

Jordan pulls his own dick out and gives it a few yanks while grinning maniacally. Colin follows his lead, and it’s with a sick sense of dread that I see they’re both semi hard when Jordan yells, “C’mon in, Brittany.”

I start to move toward the door, hoping to spare her, but I’m at the back of the room, and there isn’t space to move quickly. She comes in and is opening her mouth to yell at us again when her eyes drop downward and go wide.

Her cheeks redden, but she quickly recovers and transitions directly into smart-ass mode. “Do you boys need help getting dressed? Can’t remember which leg goes in your pants first?”

“I need help with my third leg,” Colin says, stretching his dick out obscenely, making sure she gets a good view of it.

She rolls her eyes, pointedly ignoring what they’re trying to show off, and her tone is flat when she says, “Get dressed and be on stage in thirty seconds.”

Colin and Jordan erupt into laughter after she leaves. I have to admit that guys can be such jerks, and a prank like that could easily get someone fired, even when they’re working as strippers. We’re not really strippers, actually. We don’t do full frontal, but apparently these idiots do. “That was way over the line,” I tell them.

“She loved it,” Jordan says.

10

BRITTANY

“I wish we’d booked you for two nights,” Cubby’s manager yells into my ear. “What a great turnout.”

“We should be able to come back soon,” I tell her. “I’ll let the Stantons know you’re interested in another date.”

The bar is packed, and I feel bad for the cocktail servers who are running around trying to keep up with drink orders, though they should make good tips tonight.

I held my breath through the first couple of numbers, afraid the assholes would screw things up, but I have to admit they’re putting on a good show. Zane looks like he’s been a part of the act for years. He’s perfectly in sync with the others, and he has a lot of good moves. I have to look away every time he thrusts his hips, because flashbacks are hitting me hard.

Owen, who’s been sullen and nearly lifeless all day — which, don’t get me wrong; I appreciate sullen compared to the behavior from the other three — is owning the stage like he was born to make women scream. His abs are ridiculous, and when I first saw them, I did a double take to make sure he wasn’t wearing some sort of costume that had painted-on muscle definition. He has a solid eight-pack, and he knows how to display it to its fullest advantage.

Colin and Jordan might possibly be earning the loudest cheers, and I wonder if the women in the audience would be so into them if they knew what cocky jerks they are. Yeah, they probably still would, especially if they knew how big their cocks are.

I wish I didn’t know.

It’s bad enough that I was already intimately acquainted with Zane’s body; now I know that Colin and Jordan are hung like horses, too. We women accept all kinds of shit from men, especially when the sex is good, but even when it’s not. Not me, though. Not anymore. I’m not taking any shit from these guys.



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