Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Side by side with my brother, we intercept their group as they scope the place out. "Crusher."
He grins when he sees us. "How's the merchandise working out for you boys? I thought I'd come and check things out for myself. Can't say I see the appeal of this place. Feels a little unfriendly if you ask me, but maybe if this first transaction pays off, we can keep a fresh supply going."
Animal growls, but I nudge him to roll it back, then I wave for them to follow.
"Come on. I told—" What did he call Natalie at the auction? "Sugar to set you up at a VIP booth. We can catch up. Who’re your buddies?"
He narrows his beady eyes. "You give a fuck?"
"Not really." One of the guys looks exactly like the kind of flunky to attach himself to a jackass like Crusher, but there's something about the other one. He looks too slick for their crew, like a rich boy slumming it for the night.
The VIP booth is a rounded seating area with a low table in the center for drinks. It's a good place to sit back, watch the dancers and get a little privacy. The five of us slide in and spread out, with me between Animal and the Unwanted. I know Quickshot’s watching, but being outnumbered doesn't sit right. At least this time, Crusher’s the one deep in enemy territory. If shit goes south, they won't make it far.
He lets out a low whistle. "Damn, she broke in nice, didn't she?"
I turn to look, and see Natalie coming over with a full tray of drinks. She's acting her fucking heart out, full hips swinging in tiny shorts, and gorgeous breasts swaying with every step. There's a promise in her walk that momentarily wipes my brain.
When she puts the tray down, she puts her back to me and bends at the waist. Jesus fuck. "Is this all right, sirs?" She looks up at me and Animal through long, black lashes. "I can bring something else if you'd like."
Crusher's laugh has a mean edge I don't like. "I'd like your face between my fucking legs, Sugar. I remember the mouth you had on you." He looks at us. "How much for that?"
Animal's eyes flare, and knowing my brother, I grab Natalie and pull her into his lap before he can do something stupid. Natalie yelps in surprise, and Animal puts his hands on her hips, holding her in place. "Sorry, not ready to share yet. Move for me, baby."
Crusher frowns.
Beside me, Animal murmurs to Natalie. "Eyes on me." She listens, focusing entirely on him. He guides her hips in a low grind over his cock. "Hands up here."
Natalie closes her eyes and rests her arms on his shoulders, tentatively starting to move to the music. On stage, a dancer swings around a pole in next to nothing, but it's got nothing on the innocent sexuality of Natalie giving my brother a slow, untrained lap dance. He whispers in her ear, and whatever he's saying, her cheeks are flushed and her chest is moving faster.
"Guess you want your money's worth. Don't suppose you got it on tape when you popped her?"
This time it isn't Animal that needs holding back. He's got his hands full. I'm out of my seat and reaching over when a hand stops me. It's Quickshot, accompanied by King, Hero and Wild Child. He must've made a call. Thank fucking God, because while I was afraid Animal would cause trouble, or Natalie wouldn't be able to do her part, it turns out I was the one about to start something.
Crusher sits up a little straighter. "The VP. I must be moving up in the world."
King's smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. He glances at Animal and Natalie. "Take her out of here so we can talk."
Quickshot grabs Natalie and gets her the fuck out.
17
NATALIE
Trembling, I let Quickshot drag me out of the booth and away from the men that remind me of one of the worst nights of my life. I came so close to being sold to that monster with Crusher. Thoughts and emotions whirl through me, fear, anger, and the non-stop pulse between my legs.
God help me, all I can think about is how their hands feel on me, and the hardness of Animal's cock beneath his jeans. I owe them so much, but it's not obligation that has me thinking about the low whispers in my ear about how fucking sexy I am. What are these men doing to me? I must be crazy for wanting them, but I do.
Quickshot takes me straight to the office and locks the door behind us. "Are you okay?"
I nod. "S—sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Don't give me that crap. I saw everything. You did fucking good, but we both know this isn't you."