Burning Desire (3 page)

“Fuck you, Chase. What are you going to do about it? I don’t exactly see you stepping up to the plate! Ever since that day with my Dad, you forgot who I am. You haven’t even texted me to see how college is, or how I’m doing. And I come home for a good time, and since you’re not the one to show me, I’ll take Jake up on his offer.” I spat at him while standing up straighter and I crossed my arms.
 

Chase’s eyes dropped to my cleavage, then came back up to my face. He leaned in closer. I could smell his delicious cologne and see his permanent 5 o’clock shadow covering his strong square chin. His sooty dark lashes lined his watery light green eyes. He was a groomed but manly biker- a yummy recipe that I want to make right now- wait, let me focus here.

“Is that what you really think? I’ve thought about you every day since your Dad caught you on the back of my bike. He’ll have my fuckin’ balls if he knew I was even under the same roof as you right now. And what kind of good time are you expecting from Jake? You know dressed like this, you’re asking for a hell of a lot of things. You know how the boys in MCs are- you shouldn’t be sniffing around that group, period.” He lifted his hand and tugged on the zipper on my bra top, which resulted in jiggling the tops of my breasts.

“We were just having fun, Chase. Plus, you’re part of an MC - what makes you any different?” I barely whispered as I leaned against the wall behind me.

“This is no place for a girl like you. You should just stay away from the guys in any MC.” He leaned closer into me.

“A girl like me? Are you trying to be my knight in shining armor, Chase? You sure do talk a lot for an MC member who seems to be interested in a girl like me.” I taunted him; he lowered his forearm to the wall above me- resulting in us being nose to nose.
 

“I’m not trying to be anything, Rox.”

“Liar.” My chin tilted up to him, I looked him square in the eye.

I could feel Chase’s breath on my face, as he moved his free hand around my waist, pushing into my hipbone. His large thumb grazed my skin and I gasped. Feeling the electric current between our bodies, I reached up and as I touched his broad, strong chest, Chase lowered his hand from the wall behind me and cupped the back of my neck. My eyes started to close as he tilted my mouth up to him. I grabbed ahold of the lapels on his cut and pulled him down to me, and his soft lips captured mine. Our kiss was anything but gentle.

Chase’s hand on my waist slid back to cup my ass, and his other hand pulled my thick hair as he went greedily at my mouth. His tongue grazed over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gave it to him. My hands slipped into his dark hair, my nails massaging his scalp as I pulled him closer into my body. Chase groaned as he shuddered. He tugged my bottom lip into his mouth and between his teeth, I moaned lightly as he gently bit down. His mouth explored mine as his hands did the rest of the talking. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

His hard body pressed into mine, we were basically one. The only thing that would make this better would be this, minus our clothes. I pushed my chest into his, I felt his hands travel up my waist and his thumbs brushed the underside of my breasts. I moaned, clenching my thighs together- a burst of tingling hit my clit, and I was ready for him.
 

Chase slowly pulled away, my lips swollen from his assaulting kiss. I opened my eyes to see him already looking down at me. My cheeks flushed crimson.

“Rox?” he said barley above a whisper.

“Yeah?” I was out of breath; I started to stand on my tiptoes to bring my face to his.
 

“Did you enjoy that?” he had a small smirk on his face as he cupped my face with both hands.
 

“What do you think? I think I did just as much as you did.” I slid my hands to his, pulling it down my abdomen to the front of my lady business.

“Good, because it will never happen again,” he said coldly and dropped his hand from my face and crotch, and simply walked away.
 

My face fell, along with my heart into my stomach. What the fuck, did I just miss something? I stood there stunned.

CHAPTER 4

~ 4 Years Later ~

Chase entered the nightclub feeling the base hit deep within his chest. The dancing lights and fog had welcomed him onto the main floor. Here there was a full bar wrapped around the entire right side of the club. Front and center was a half wall squaring in the dance floor. Posted on 3 of the corners of the wall were go-go dancers dressed in leather bras, matching booty shorts and “come fuck-me” heels. The DJ’s booth was set on the second level balcony, overlooking the scene. The sea of people moved in a wave to the thumping base.
 

Chase immediately spotted Jeremy, the owner of the club at the ripe old age of 28. Even though their club sported different cuts and bikes- they supported each brother’s endeavors. Jeremy spotted Chase’s arrival to the VIP lounge and got up to give him a handshake and clap on the shoulder.
 

“Brother, it’s been too long,” Jeremy yelled over the music as Chase leaned in.
 

“Tell me about it.” Chase’s laugh faded into the music. “Looks like you are doing well. Babes, liquor is flowing, money is being made. The club is proud of you, brother. I’ve been hearing so many stories- I had to come see it for myself.”

“You know this wouldn’t have been possible without the MCs. How about we get you something to drink, and a sweetbutt or two to keep you company tonight?”

“You know me too well brother!” Chase laughed as he slapped his friend’s shoulder, gripping the neck of a cold beer. He walked to the edge of the VIP lounge looking out over the entire crowd. The club was packed; his eyes scanned the crowded room, looking for potential to take home tonight. Bodies were molded as one on the dance floor, girls wearing scraps of clothing. As Chase’s eyes met the bare back of tan skin, his eyes trailed down her mid-back length dark hair and round hips and ass encased in skin-tight leather pants that could sail a thousand ships. He caught a sliver of ink wrapping around the woman’s hipbone as she swayed her hips to the beat. He’d know that ass anywhere.
 

Jeremy blocked his continuing view, arriving with two slutty bombshells on each arm.
 

“Monica and Ciara, meet my boy, Chase. You make sure you keep him happy tonight.”
 

“Ladies…” Chase sat down on the plush leather couch, arms open wide welcoming them in. Monica and Ciara quickly trotted over to him throwing themselves into his arms. Monica’s barely there red dress left little to the imagination, while Ciara’s tight skinny jeans and black corset pushed up her overly fake breasts. Ciara’s hand found his inner thigh and Monica busied her fingers in Chase’s hair.
 

~ Chase ~
 

I overlooked the dance floor trying to find her. The base hit harder, colored lasers danced around the room. The lights went down low, and a red spot light on the ceiling came on. Lana Del Ray’s “Burning Desire” came on the speakers. A trapeze hula-hoop looking contraption lowered from the ceiling, with a woman standing on the bottom bar wearing a white plaid mini skirt that showed off an amazing pair of cheeks, and a white corset with halter straps. Two long pigtails dangled, dusting the top of her butt. Roxy.

I removed my arms from around the girls, whatever their names were. I ignored their protests and moved to the edge of the couch. So this is where a bachelor degree got her?
 

The music started and she pumped her hips and started to swing to the beat. Her pigtails trailed behind her as she lowered her butt to the bar, let her hands go, falling backwards, holding onto the bottom of the hoop with the back of her knees. Her tiny schoolgirl skirt flipped up onto her stomach, exposing her fit thighs.
 

Roxy’s fingertips trailed from her knees, over her skirted hips, and up to her large, heavy breasts - that were coming close to falling out of her bra, then they settled on her full pouty lips.
 

She then dropped further so she had her ankles supporting her from either side of the trapeze. She started to undo the white corset she was wearing. I stood from my spot on the couch, dismissed the girls and walked to the edge of the VIP section. Roxy removed her skirt; she was left in lacy white booty shorts, and a white bra. My mouth started to water, remembering how sweet her mouth tasted and how her body felt pressed against mine. Shit.

The crowd went wild, reaching up to try and touch her but she was too high—good, I don’t need to be kickin’ anyone’s ass tonight. Her corset dropped into the crowd as the beat of the song picked up and she moved fluidly into each position. She sat up onto the bar and moved her pointed toes as if she were sitting on the side of a pool. Roxy then moved into her next position. She put her legs up over the top of the hoop and lowered her head and arms so that she was resting on the back of her neck. She slid her one leg over the cable that was holding her hoop so that she slid down on her hip inside the hoop. She sat up a little and untied satin bows on ballet looking flats, and they fell into the crowd.
 

Roxy maneuvered into a split over the bottom of the hoop and threw her head back as she spun the hoop. The slow steady spin had everyone screaming for her. At some point during her spinning she had removed her bra, and was left with nude material and rhinestones covering her nipples. I looked at the crowd to see them mesmerized by her.
 

She ended her show by sitting cross-legged on the hoop, as everyone screamed and clapped. She did a scan of the room, her eyes hitting the VIP section- those big doe eyes met mine. Before I could read her reaction to me, her hoop disappeared into the rafters, and her spotlight cut off.

I stood there completely hypnotized. I felt like that show was only for me. Although she had no idea I was there.
 

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jeremy asked behind me.

“She’s something alright. You’re okay with her doing all that here? She was basically naked! Didn’t she finish with school, and that’s where she ends up, on a strip hula-hoop thingy putting on a show in front of hundreds?” I ran a hand through my hair, and then grabbed another beer from a waitress.

“Yeah man, she finished school, the whole losing clothes thing was new tonight and sure as shit wasn’t approved by me- that’s Rox for you. Like she would listen to me anyways. She works here a few nights a week- her shows are every other weekend.”
 

Jeremy’s sentence fell short, looking onward to see what or who was in my line of vision. Roxy. She was at the bar back in her previous outfit- tight leather pants, and a black sequin cowl neck halter that showed off her tan back. Her long hair was back down- curls and curves full of body, just how I liked my women. How I liked Roxy. What the fuck is wrong with me? Stop thinking with your dick, Chase. I reminded myself of my pledge to her father-to stay far away from his only baby girl. My words of promise were quickly fading tonight.
 

I watched as a man approached her, placing his hand on her bare lower back.
 

“I see nothing has changed.” Jeremy chuckled.

“I’m sorry brother, but I think I shouldn’t be rude and go say hi to our girl.” I patted him on the shoulder.

“Just don’t get caught up, you know what’s at stake. This is a different game than we played 4 or 5 years ago.”

“Yeah, I do. I’m just going to say hi.”

“Yeah, sure you are.” He shook his head and directed his attention to club business.

CHAPTER 5

~ Roxy ~
 

Good God I needed a drink. Of course he has to be here, of all shows- this one he sees.
 

“Just give me a shot of whatever, and a drink…make that two shots and a double,” I leaned over and shouted into Nicole’s ear. She giggled, shaking her head.
 

“What the hell happened, girl? You looked fucking hot. Jeremy won’t kill you, I won’t let him.” She winked.