False Lines (Blurred Lines Volume 7) (4 page)

I moan and stroke his face, my fingertips tracing the line of his brow, the planes of his face. He kisses each of my fingertips, keeping his eyes locked on mine. There is so much emotion… desire, happiness. He’s missed me. That’s obvious.

Zane kisses my clit, pressing another finger inside, then he moves his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. I grab hold of his hair, watching him fuck me with his mouth. I can hardly believe he’s here, that I’m not dreaming.

Tears fill my eyes. Zane seems to sense them and looks up. When he sees my face, he groans and slaps my clit. “No tears, PFA. No fucking tears.” He rearranges himself and slides his hard cock inside. I cling to him, eager for him to be closer.

“Zane. God, Zane. I’ve missed you.”

He slaps my clit again. Rubs it with his thumb. The tightness gets stronger and stronger until I scream out with my release.

Faster and faster he presses into me. My orgasm intensifies and I crave more. He takes my breasts into his hands and squeezes the nipples. I throw my head back.

“Fuck.”

“Cadence, my beautiful PFA. I…” he pauses and I catch his almost anguished gaze. “I adore you,” he whispers as his orgasm fills me. I watch his face. My emotions are all over the place. “I adore you so much,” he says, running his thumb down my cheek. After a moment he rests his head against my thundering chest.

I hug him tightly. “I adore you too.”

I listen to the steady beat of her heart and wish I could stay, but I can’t. It’s bad enough I’m here. I’d planned to fly to Barbados but didn’t go through with it. If I get caught, it’ll be my own fault. It’ll be because I have fucking feelings for the woman under me.

Even at the thought of leaving now, I get angry. I should be with her always. Cruze needs to keep his dick out of her.

I lift my head. “Cadence…” I begin. She looks at me hopefully and I want to fuck her again. I want to fuck her, make love to her, and keep her with me always.

“What is it, Zane?” she asks, her fingers touching my hair.

I stand quickly, before I do something even worse, and change my mind. I want to grab her, throw her over my shoulder and take her with me into hiding. That’s no life. She doesn’t deserve that. “I’ve got to go,” I say, doing up my pants and tucking in my shirt.

Tears fill her eyes again. “Okay,” she says, and my heart splinters. How can this girl do so much to me?

I swallow back a roar and pull a box out of my jacket pocket. “Wear these. Never take them off. Unless…” I clear my throat. “Please understand; I’m around, Cadence, but no one can know.”

She opens the black velvet box. Her fingers run over the pearls. “Put them on me.”

Her request, so sure, so true, is almost my undoing.

I take them from the box without a word and clasp the necklace around her neck. The pearls look beautiful against her cream skin. “If you stop wearing these pearls, I’ll know you’re through with me and my bullshit and I’ll stop coming around.”

She fingers the clit ring. “And this?” Her voice shakes.

I take it from her and smile, then slide it over her clit. She gasps with pleasure. I flick it and her eyes go wide.

“You’d better go or I’m going to make you stay.” Her voice is hard and soft at the same time. She’s trying to be strong.

I lean down and kiss her luscious lips. “I won’t be far.” I touch her face one last time and hurry out.

Lincoln is waiting just outside the doors. “You’re cutting it close,” he says, and I nod.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

I watch Cruze return to the main floor of the club from another door. He’s been out smoking and doing God knows what else. I had Lincoln pay the two strippers to keep him occupied. Every time I see him I want to punch him in the fucking face.

I pick up my pink thong, use it to clean myself up, and throw it in the trash. Cruze comes in as I’m adjusting my dress. “You were gone a while,” I say. “Did you get your smoke break?”

“I did,” he says, smiling. Both of his hands are full: a bottle of bourbon in one hand and two glasses in the other. Behind him is the waitress carrying a tray of food. The stripper with short, dark hair walks in after her.

Cruze sees her and his eyes narrow. “I asked for the blond with the red bows on her thigh highs,” he snaps at the waitress.

The stripper smirks and turns to walk away.

“Actually, I prefer this one.” I give her a smile and she lifts an eyebrow.

“Really?” John says, giving the stripper another once over.

“My name is Beth,” she says, sauntering up to me and running her fingers along my back.

“Hi, Beth,” I say and walk over to the couch and sit. I can’t help but wonder if Beth coming up here is Zane’s doing. I’ll probably never know.

Cruze joins me on the couch. The waitress sets the food on the table in front of us. It’s steak and potatoes, and it smells delicious. I realize I’m starved. I pat Cruze’s knee. “Did you want the blonde to come up as well?”

A huge grin spreads across his face. “Send up the blond too and put it all on my tab.”

“Yes, Mr. Cruze.” She walks over to a stereo, turns the music up, and leaves.

Beth climbs up on the stage. She’s dressed in a slutty business suit. She has on stripper heels, no thigh highs, and a dark gray skirt that’s super short. It slits up to her waist on one side. She has on a matching jacket with nothing on underneath. Beth starts to move slowly, keeping her eyes on me. I smile kindly, but I’m more interested in the steak.

Cruze hands me some utensils.

“Thank you,” I say, unwrapping them and setting the napkin on my lap.

He rubs my back, his eyes flicking to Beth. She’s squatted so her panty-less pussy is directly in our faces. “You’re welcome.” He clears his throat and tries to focus on his food.

I dig into my steak.

Cruze takes a bite and chews slowly. His eyes never leave the stripper. As soon as the blonde walks in he pushes his plate away.

She has on a tiny white cheerleader top that’s see through. Her nipples poke through the material. Around her hips is a tiny red and white cheerleader skirt. She still has on her thigh highs and red Mary Janes. In one hand she carries small pompoms.

Her name is Kiki, apparently.

When Kiki climbs on stage, she immediately bends over and it’s apparent she’s isn’t wearing panties either. I can’t help but wonder if this is normal for the VIP rooms or if they’ve done this special for The Hottest Man on the Planet.

Cruze lets out a heavy breath. “Damn,” he says, placing a hand on my thigh. The girls smile.

Kiki asks, “What would you like us to do for you, Mr. Cruze?”

I look at him, curious about what he’ll say.

His eyes meet mine. “This is all in fun, right? That’s what you said.”

I shrug. “Sure.” I put another piece of steak in my mouth. Chew and swallow. It goes down like lead.

Cruze’s hand slides further up my leg. “Touch each other,” he commands the strippers. His fingers find the pearl clit ring and his eyes get wide. “God, you’re sexy,” he whispers, kissing the tip of my ear.

I can’t help but smile. “So are you,” I say, noticing the bulge pressing against his jeans.

Kiki giggles, her eyes on Cruze’s hand—the one that’s up my dress. I’m guessing she’s imagining his hand up her skirt. Beth rolls her eyes, but Cruze doesn’t notice. His eyes are on Kiki’s enormous breasts.

The strippers touch their chests together, nipples touching nipples through their clothes and they cup each other’s asses and grind their pussies together to the music.

It’s erotic, even a little hypnotic. Cruze is playing with my pearl clit ring. I don’t even think he realizes the sensations he’s sending through my pussy.

Kiki undoes Beth’s jacket and takes one of Beth’s nipples in her mouth. Beth gasps and grabs hold of Kiki’s pigtails.

The air in the room suddenly changes. It’s charged with sexual tension. Kiki looks up. Beth smirks and pushes Kiki to her knees:
Lick my pussy.
Kiki rips off Beth’s skirt, then she leans forward and lick’s Beth’s slit. Beth pulls on Kiki’s pigtails, egging her on. Kiki slides her tongue down Beth’s slit and back up. Cruze and I are watching, mesmerized. My pussy is wet and I’m surprised I’m so turned on by the strippers.

Beth reaches her hands above her head and grabs the pole. That spreads her thighs wide, giving Kiki easy access. It also gives Zane and I a clear shot of her pussy. It’s creamy and pink.

Beth looks at Kiki and then at Cruze. “Do you want Kiki to fuck me with her tongue?”

Cruze groans and slides a finger inside me.

I gasp.

“Yes,” he says, his voice hoarse.

I spread my thighs wider, giving Cruze easier access to my pussy. Beth notices. Her eyes get wide and she licks her lips.

“Kiki, fuck me with your tongue,” she says, her eyes never leaving Cruze’s hand and my pussy.

I spread even wider as my thighs begin to ache.

Kiki leans in and sticks her tongue inside Beth’s opening, her head moving in a rhythmic motion. She grabs Beth’s ass and pulls her closer. Beth moans. I stifle a moan. I’m so fucking hot. I peel my eyes away from Kiki and Beth. Cruze is fucking me with the finger of one hand and rubbing himself with the other. I move my hand over to him.

He unbuttons his pants and I stick my hand inside. “Fuck,” he says, when my hand closes over him.

Beth smiles and bites her lip harder. “What else would you like Kiki and I to do?” She glances at me. “We could fuck your friend.” Her voice sounds hopeful.

Cruze looks at me. I shake my head. It might be fun, but my rules are still deeply ingrained and I have no idea where those mouths have been. I don’t want them on my pussy. I don’t want their tongues inside me. But fuck it’s hot.

“I want you to undress Kiki and tongue fuck her,” Cruze says. His cock has released precome and I use it to make my hand slippery so that I can slide my palm and fingers around his cock.

Beth and Kiki stand. The song changes to one that’s slower. They move to the music. Beth helps Kiki out of her see through top and skirt. She moves over to the pole. Her eyes are on my hand and Cruze’s giant cock. She gives him a sultry smile and spreads her thighs. Beth moves in to tongue fuck her.

Someone lets out a cough-gasp behind us. “What the fuck is going on? And why wasn’t I invited?” Her words are slurred.

The strippers stand. Cruze and I remove our hands from each other. I turn just in time to see Jessica trip over air and fall into the room. Behind her are several of our friends. Two help Jessica stand. I readjust my dress. Cruze zips his pants and pulls his shirt over himself.

“Hey, Jessica,” I say, smiling sweetly. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

She wags her finger. “You two.” She takes a wobbly step toward the couch. “Are total sluts.” Then she gives Cruze a hard stare. “And you’re a lot more fun than I thought.”

Cruze clears his throat. “Of course I am,” he says, giving me a sideways glance.

Jessica smirks, takes another drink, looks at the strippers, and says, “Ladies, don’t stop on my account.” She tries to climb on stage and nearly falls.

Kiki reaches out and grabs her. “Steady, girl. I’d hate it if you hurt that gorgeous ass of yours.”

Jessica giggles.