Page 25 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

I thought Fang was attentive before, but I was wrong.

Since last weekend when I danced in his jacket, he’s been more.

He touches and kisses me every chance he gets, and the guys from the club?

They are nicer to me than before, not that they were mean or anything, but now when I dance, they don’t watch.

They do still tip, though, which is nice and has eased some of my concerns.

Fang, though, he’s gone from always on my mind to completely consuming me.

I want to spend every moment I can with him.

The last thing I want to do is get ready to dance tonight.

I’d rather be back at the clubhouse, locked up in his room, and curled up in bed with him.

I can’t do that, though, not yet at least. Especially since I picked tonight’s theme.

When I came to Fang with my idea, he looked hesitant but ultimately agreed.

Barbie.

It’s a theme I’ve never seen or heard of done in a club, and I’m obsessed. Especially since Fang went along with it and let me pick who each dancer should pretend to be. Then he was the one who got to break the news to the girls and had their anger directed at him.

It wasn’t my fault I got to be Biker Barbie.

It was Fang’s only stipulation. Although part of me kind of wanted to be the police officer one, since I already had an outfit.

I thought Venus was going to have an aneurysm when she learned she could either be the avian Barbie or the bull-attracting Barbie.

Two that I never knew even existed until I looked up the least popular Barbies of all time.

I can’t wait to see which one she chose and how she’s going to work either of them into her set.

“This is bullshit. Whoever’s idea tonight was should be fired,” Jenny mutters as she dresses like the homemaker Barbie. The apron really sells it for me.

Silently I laugh as I pick up my eyeliner.

Once I have my giggles under control, I apply it, a little heavier than normal.

After that’s done, I apply red lipstick and then move onto my hair.

Indecision rolls through me. I could wear my hair down and curled, or I could wear it in braids.

Two styles I’ve seen several times around the clubhouse.

In the end, though, I choose something a little different.

I put my hair up in a strategically messy bun on the top of my head.

Then I grab the bandana and fold it. Once it’s just right, I tie it around my head.

Leaving the knot of it on top of my head.

After pinning it in place, I step back and smile.

The hair makes me look like Rosie the Riveter but the all-leather outfit makes me look like a badass.

He’s going to love it, and I hope he likes the new dance too.

Ugh, the dance. While I like it and it’s fitting, I don’t love it. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever been as over dancing as I am right now. If it weren’t for school, I would probably quit.

Fang’s told you that you can.

I won’t, though. I refuse to let him pay my way. Even if it is tempting as hell.

“Cami, you ready?” Happy asks.

“Yep.” I spin away from the mirror and walk toward him. “How do I look?”

“Like you’re going to give Fang a heart attack,” he says, smiling.

“Mission accomplished then,” I quip, making him laugh.

I study the man out of the corner of my eye. It hits me suddenly that I really don’t know him even though I spend most days with him following me around.

“So, Happy, you have anyone special in your life?”

He raises a brow. “Why do you ask?”

“I just feel like it’s something a friend should know.” I shrug.

“I’m working on it,” he mutters.

I clap my hands and walk sideways, facing him. “Oh, will you tell me about her?”

Happy rolls his eyes. “Maybe some other time.”

“You’re no fun,” I pout.

Turning I start walking straight. When we make it to the stage I see Fang talking to Danny.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I ask.

He leans down and kisses me softly. “Fuck me, you look amazing. Run away with me.”

“You’re ridiculous, now answer my question.”

“Just wanted to tell you good luck.”

“Thank you.”

He leans in closer and whispers in my ear, “And I wanted to remind you to dance just for me, little dancer.”

“I will,” I murmur.

He kisses me one more time before he walks off.

“Phew, that guy’s fucking done for when it comes to you,” Danny says.

“Yeah, the feeling is mutual.”

The last dancer exits the stage.

“See you guys in four,” I say as I walk onto the stage.

The lights are low, and I take my mark. My heart races, but not from nerves, but from anticipation. I hope Fang likes this one. He likes all of them, but this one I planned with him in mind.

I want to make him proud.

“Crazy Bitch” by Buck Cherry starts to play and I giggle. When the lead singer calls his girl a crazy bitch, Fang tips his head back and laughs. It’s so loud I can hear it over the music, and I smile.

Mission accomplished.

Grabbing onto the pole, I pull myself up, then I wrap my leg around it just right before I slide down. When I hit the floor, I bounce up and down like I’m riding him. I make sure to move my hands from my breasts down.

Fang’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t shake his head for me to stop. Not even when I cup my pussy over the tiny shorts I have on. The guys in the crowd lose their mind and boo when I get up, moving back to the pole.

Sorry, boys, only one man will see me get off.

When the song ends, I’m breathing hard, but I have a smile on my face. I exit the stage and find Happy standing there, with his arms crossed and a smile on his face, making the scars on his cheeks more pronounced. If I didn’t know him, I would think his smile was creepy, but I know it’s genuine.

“Crazy bitch? Really?” He laughs.

I shrug with a smile on my face. “It felt appropriate.”

Venus scoffs. “Fitting because you slept your way to the top.”

The smile falls from my face, and ickiness fills me. I’m not ashamed of my relationship with Fang, but I hate how it looks.

“Hey, don’t let her get to you,” Happy murmurs.

“I won’t,” I lie.

“Good. Now come on, Fang’s already blowing up my phone waiting for you to come out.”

That girl.

She told me she had something special planned tonight, but I wasn’t expecting this.

When she moves her hands across her body, from her breasts down to her pussy, I about lose my mind.

Fuck yes, baby.

The guys in the crowd lose their minds as they lean forward, hoping to catch a glimpse. My girl, though, doesn’t give them one.

The ultimate fucking tease.

Money goes flying toward the stage, making me smile. The men fucking love her, but they will never have her.

She’s all mine. Only mine.

As soon as the song ends, I get up and head toward the locker room.

“Your old lady is something else, man,” one of the old-timers says as I pass by.

“I know,” I tell him over my shoulder.

By the time I make it to the locker room, she’s standing in front of her mirror. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her.

“You were fucking magnificent,” I murmur as I kiss her shoulder.

Cami goes tense in my arms and tries to shrug me off.

“Thanks,” she says coolly.

I take a step back and look at her. I don’t know how I missed it at first, but something happened between the end of her dance and her coming back here.

“Come with me.”

I don’t give her time to object. I grab her hand and pull her toward my office.

“What the hell, Fang? I would have come with you if you would have asked nicely,” she snaps.

I lean back on my desk and cross my arms over my chest. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she lies.

“Wrong answer. Try again.”

Cami huffs as she drops into the chair in front of me. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“I do. Now answer the question.”

“I just think that maybe we should keep our relationship private, at least when we are here.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I…”

“No, cut the bullshit and tell me where this is coming from. Because you sure as hell didn’t think we should keep it private when you wore my jacket on stage and declared you were mine.”

Cami groans and slouches in the chair. “The other girls hate me.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Cami shoots me a dirty look. “They think I slept my way to the top. That the only reason I get the best time slots is because I’m fucking you, and before you say anything, yes, I know that’s not true. I know I earned those spots on my own, but their accusations make me feel dirty.”

My stomach sinks to the floor. “Does my touch make you feel dirty?”

She shakes her head. “Absolutely not, but when we are here and they are watching…”

I rub my hands over my face to try and calm myself down.

This is bullshit.

“Cami, you might sell a part of yourself on stage every night, but that’s not what this is.

I didn’t fall for you because you’re a stripper but because of who you are.

When I touch you, it’s because I want you, not the woman you make those assholes out there believe you are. It’s my way of showing you that I care.

She squeezes her eyes shut. “I hate selling myself every time I get on that stage, but I have to, to survive. If I don’t, I can’t pay for school, my dorm, or, hell, food.”

Just hearing that she struggles to get by even though she makes bank every night kills me. I knew she was struggling, it’s not a secret, but that doesn’t make it any less painful to hear. Especially when she won’t let me do anything to help her.

I step forward and kneel in front of her, and I take her hands in mine.

“I’ve told you more than once that I don’t want you to do something that makes you uncomfortable.

I know you don’t want me to help you out, but you’re mine now.

I can’t let you keep killing yourself in the name of pride.

I love you, and I want to help you. So let me. ”

Tears fill her eyes. “Y-you love me?”

I smile. “Baby, do you really question that? I let you on the back of my bike. I let you wear my jacket. Of course I fucking love you. I love you for you. The girl who’s been to hell and back, the one who works her ass off going to school and working full time.

The woman who crawls into my bed and falls asleep with her head on my chest. Not the dancer. ”

Tears fall down her cheeks. I can’t help but reach up and brush one away.

“I love you too, you know.”

“I do.”

She scoffs. “So arrogant.”

“Nah, baby, it’s all confidence, and let’s be real, if you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t let me touch you.”

She rolls her eyes but smiles.

“Are we good, though? Can we drop this shit of me keeping my distance while we’re here? Because I’ll be real, I don’t think I could do it. I’d try, but I know I’d fail.”

Cami nods. “It would be hard, but I don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll figure it out, little dancer. I promise.” I cup her cheek. “Now come on, how about we get out of here and head home?”

“I like the sound of that.”

I stand, my knees popping as I do. “Good, now come on. After that little stunt you pulled on stage, I have some plans for us.”

“You do?” She smirks as she places her hand in mine.

“I do. Namely feeling your scratches up and down my back.”

Cami tips her head back and laughs.

Worth it.

Do we have shit to figure out? Yeah, but that can come later. All I want to do is get my girl home in our bed and show her how much I love her until the sun rises.