Page 42 of Seduction

I don’t know the girl on stage. Then again, I doubt any of the girls from four years ago are still here.

It’s Aunt Nita who brings us a bucket of beers. As she sets it down on the table, I stand to give her a hug. She’s my dad’s sister, and practically raised me and Gage since our mom died when I was a baby. She also manages the club.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey. What are you doing waiting tables?”

“I’m not. I heard you were here and had to come see for myself.”

“You can thank Einstein for that.”

Her eyes shift to him, giving him what looks like a grateful smile. “Thank you, baby boy. You two let me know if you need anything.”

“Sure thing, Nita,” Einstein answers as she walks away.

He hands me a beer, and I lean against him as I take the first sip. This feels good… and not just being close to him; it’s being back in civilization, socializing. I didn’t realize how much I missed just hanging out. Reaching into the inside pocket of his cut, Einstein pulls out a stack of dollar bills and hands it to me.

“Go crazy, beautiful.”

“I will.” I raise my beer to him. “Maybe after a few more of these.”

True to my word, on our third bucket of beer, I have one of the girls grinding on my lap. I stick a few bills under the strap of her thong, then smack her ass. The waitress comes back again, and I order a round of shots, telling her to keep them coming. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time, and I intend on making the best of it. The girl leaves, blowing me a kiss. Another one will be by shortly, so I let her go. When the shots arrive, I grab two and straddle Einstein’s lap. After handing one to him, we clink our glasses together, then down the liquid in one gulp. He takes the empty glass from me, setting both aside.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean close to his ear.

“Thank you! I’m having a great time!”

He hands me another shot. I knock it back, sliding back and forth to the music. He grabs my hips, keeping me still. Meeting his stare, I find a hunger in his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine.

“I want you,” I whisper.

He reaches for his phone, taps out something on the screen, and then helps me off his lap. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me to my feet and practically drags me out of the club. The car slides up to the entrance and we hop in. Not giving a second thought to Tyler in the front, I climb back onto Einstein’s lap. Both hands move to my ass, and he positions me so I’m sitting directly on his dick. I slide my fingers through his hair, pressing his face into my breasts.

“Ellen.”

His voice is a warning, and I know he’s drawing my attention to the fact that we’re not alone.

“I don’t care.”

His teeth nip at my skin, then he moves down, raking them against my nipple through my shirt and bra. Moaning, I throw my head back.

“Fuck,” he groans, biting down.

“Yes….”

I wiggle back and forth, desperately needing to ease the ache between my thighs. His fingers dig into my hips, pressing me down on his lap as he pays equal attention to my other breast. Tangling his hand in my hair, he pulls me toward him, sliding his tongue up my neck. I shiver, trapping his head between mine and my shoulder. He doesn’t let up, licking and sucking. My muscles clench, my clit pulsing.

Tyler clears his throat, alerting us to the fact that we’ve stopped moving. Einstein throws the door open, tugging me out behind him.

“Wait for my call,” he tells Tyler.

As he leads me away, I notice we’re at his house. I think the only time I’ve been here was when he first bought it a few years ago.

We make our way inside, turning on lights in each room we enter. It might be the alcohol in my system, but it’s so warm in here… and I’m not talking about the temperature. It’s all so inviting, earth tones in every room. There are a few bookcases along a wall in the living room, and I imagine he’s read all the books gracing the shelves. Confusion hits me when, instead of his bedroom, we end up in the kitchen.

Huh?

“Coffee?” he asks.