45–Joey
Drinks at the Dragon.
It was at least a weekly thing we did. If not every couple of nights, depending on if Alex had meetings with Oliver.
I didn’t mind. It gave me a chance to talk to Jade, since her mom watched Hiro every night while she worked. It also allowed. me to mingle with the Clan. I learned names and faces and personalities, who was more approachable than others and who to only say hi to
“Good evening. Miss Brewster.”
I turned, looking at the youn
“Good evening. Naoki.”
young man who had come up to the side of me at the bar.
Naoki was one of the sweetest young men I had met in the clan. He was a little taller than I was, strong and polite. Every time I was at the club, he would come and say hi. He was never rude, and always had a smile on his face.
“How are you tonight?”
“Very well, thank you.” He replied, bowing slightly. “You have done an amazing job on the wound on Mr. Tamashii’s face.”
“Aoto? Yes, he was a perfect patient. Very still. It should heal very well, with fine scarring.”
Naoki bowed. “Well, do enjoy your evening, and if there is anything you need, please let me know.”
“Thank you. Naoki.” I replied and he wandered off, leaving me on my own again.
“Oh, there you are!” Jade sided up to me, bumping her shoulder against mine. “I’ve been looking for you, I knew Alex was here, but you weren’t with him.”
I turned my head and looked back to the table Alex and Oliver were sitting at. It was the center of the club.
The boss‘ table.
Usually I sat there with them, but tonight…
Alex and I hadn’t really spoken since the hospital.
He’d texted me at about three, asking if I wanted to go to the club tonight. When He and Sota had picked me up, he’d said hi but other than that, we’d been almost frost toward each other, and I knew it was because of what Yuka had said.
“Yeah, we’re just giving each other some space at the moment.”
“Oh has this got anything to do with what father offered?”
I turned back to Jade. “You know!”
“Oh yes, Ollie and Alex spoke about it earlier. Sounded like Alex was absolutely pissed with the fact father had offered the role to you.”
Frowning, I turned and looked back to Alex again. He was listening to something Oliver was saying, but he was watching me. I had always found Alex’s attention intense. It literally felt like he was undressing me with his gaze, but right now, it was like fire. There was something different about him and I didn’t know if it was a good thing or not
“Joey”
I looked back to Jade. “Huh? Sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s a lot to think about. I understand. I once considered the role. But then
hen I fell pr
pregnant with Hiro and father wouldn’t let me do it. He just tolerates me being at the club, only because they get a few hours with Hiro a couple nights a week
“And it must be nice for you to have the break.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe how nice.” She giggled. “I love my boy with all my heart, but babies are intense. Plus, it gives Ollie and I time to spend together.”
I smiled and Jade leaned in. giving me a quick one–armed hug.
“Give it some time. Have a good think about what your plans are, then give father an answer. Either way, he will be okay with your decision. He’s not as stuck up as a lot of the other clan leaders. He’s not going to have you hunted down because
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you
said AD.
I laughed with her. “Well, that’s a good thing. Thanks Jade.”
“You’re welcome. Now go and sit with your man.”
Oliver’s wife wandered off, doing her manager duties and I turned, looking back to the table Alex was sitting at. He was alone now, Oliver had left him to speak to some patron on the other side of the room, and he was still watching me.
When he noticed me staring right back, he smirked and took a sip of his whiskey, giving me one of those panty–melting stares he did so well. I finished my drink and put the glass on the bar and walked over to him.
“What are you thinking about?* 1 slid up to Alex, placing my arm around his shoulders and he turned his head, slipping his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His nose slid along the side of my neck, as he lifted his head and nipped at my ear.
*Really want to know?”
I nodded as his hand slipped down, cupping my butt. He was such a hands–on guy, always wanting to touch me, needing to
touch me.
“You sure?”
“Alex, just tell me.”
He smirked and looked around the club. “See all these private booths?”
I looked at the little curtained rooms dotted around the room. There were little tables, and a small light on the outside of the room, which would flash, bringing a waitress to them. Other than that, they were private, and no one disturbed who was inside. “Yeah?”
Alex leaned in closer, his mouth going to my ear, his breath hot against my skin, as he gently squeezed my butt. “I was thinking, if I took you into one of them, whether the music would be loud enough to drown out your moans, as you grind your pussy on my thigh and make yourself come.”
My face burned with heat, and I closed my eyes, willing my body to behave. I’d never had someone like Alex in my life. Always horny, always wanting me. Alex gripped my earlobe with his teeth, tugging it gently and I sighed, sagging against
him.
I turned my head, looking at him, before leaning in, whispering in his ear. “You know how loud I am, when I come, do you think the music would be able to cover it?”
Alex chuckled, gripping my chin with his hand and kissed me, his mouth hard on mine. His tongue dueled with mine, eliciting small gasps from me and he pulled away, resting his head against mine. “Nope, it wouldn’t. But I’m done my meetings and Yuka is home safe. Let’s go home, so you can be as loud as you want.”
We left the club, and Sota took us home. The tension between us had eased into something a little more tangible and I was glad. I didn’t think I could have handled Alex being annoyed or pissed with me for the whole night
We waved to Sota as he drove off and we let ourselves into the house, locking up behind us. I headed toward the stairs, but Alex grabbed my wrist. “Where are you going!”
I looked at him. “Huh?”
Alex walked into the living room and sank onto the sofa, looking up at me. He crooked a finger, and I walked toward him. His hand came out, grabbing just behind my knee and he moved me to one side of him, then forward. I blinked and he looked up at me. “I told you, I want you to make yourself come on my thigh.”
I looked down at the fabric on his dress pants, before looking back to him.
He was serious
Alex leaned forward and gripped the edge of my skirt, lifting it only enough for him to hook his fingers in the waistband of my panties and drag them down. I stepped our of them, and Alex tossed them to the side, before grabbing my hips and guiding me down onto his thigh. I straddled it, my knees digging into the sofa, my left one, tight against his crotch and I could feel how hard he was
My hands went to his shoulders, my blunt nails digging in.
My stomach clenched with need, as the soft fabric pressed against my pussy and Alex’s hands gripped my hips, gently pushing me back, and then bringing me forward. “Move.”
I closed my eyes, as the hardness of his thigh rubbed against my sensitive clit, shooting pleasure right through me. My
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rhythm was steady, and Alex’s hands left my hips. I heard the clanking of a belt buckle and opened my eyes, as Alex stid his belt from his pants. I slowed almost to a stop, and his gaze lifted to mine.
“Did I say you could stop?”
My face heated and I started to move again. Alex’s hand traced up my thigh, across my belly and up between my breasts, until it wrapped gently around my throat. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, my pleasure building with his grip, and he pulled his hand away.
“Stop. “I blinked and stopped my movements, and he grabbed both my hands. “I’m going to tie these behind your back. Okay?”
I nodded and with quick movements, Alex used his belt to secure my hands behind my back. “Not too tight?”
“It’s fine.”
His hands dropped to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, exposing hard, bronzed muscles, lined with tattoos. He looked up at me again, smirking as I bit my lip “Like what you see?”
I nodded as he pushed open his shirt, showing me his strong chest. All I wanted was to bite at his nipples, because I knew it sent him crazy.
“Feeling is mutual.” He breathed, his gaze lowering to where I sat on his thigh. Alex‘ hands went to his pants, and he undid the zip, shifting us just enough to push down his pants a little and expose his cock. Using one hand, he stroked himself, his own hips jerking slightly, and he looked up at me, his other hand going to my hip.
“Start moving” I started to grind my hips again, and this time, probably because my hands were tied, or Alex was stroking himself, the pleasure was more intense. “That’s it. Fuck you’re so pretty, making a mess of my thigh.”
My head tipped back, a little moan escaping, and Alex groaned.
“Fuck.”
I could feel my orgasm building, the tense coil in the pit of my stomach winding and I knew it wouldn’t take much for it to release. Alex’s hand moved from my hip to my skirt, and he lifted it, exposing where I was grinding, to his gaze. I looked down at him as he stared, his hand working his cock faster and I could feel his hips jerking their own rhythm.
Neither of us were going to last much longer.
Alex’s dark gaze lifted to mine, and he licked his lips, as his hand moved back to my hip, and he gripped it hard. “I can feel how wet you are. So fucking wet for me.”
His hand moved off my hip again, reaching up and he pushed his thumb into my mouth, gripping the side of my neck with his huge hand
That was it. I couldn’t hold it any longer. Not with how primal this was.
I orgasmed, the pleasure ripping through me and my hips bucked, as I ground on his thigh. His thumb left my mouth, swiping across my lower lip as I moaned his name. “Alex.,”
“Fuck.” His grunt was all I needed, to know he was there with me, and I opened my eyes, looking down at him, as thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, landing on his abs. “Ah, fuck…”
Alex‘ head was tipped back, his breathing harsh as he finished spurting, his hand slowing against his cock. He stopped, tilting his head back down and smirked at me. I returned it, looking down at his abs again. “I’m not the only one to make a mess.”
He chuckled, reaching out to undo the belt and my arms fell to the tops of his thighs, as I rested. Alex’s hand reached up, caressing the side of my face. “So fucking worth it. Watching you come has me all sorts of fucked up.”
My face heated again, and I stared down at Alex, not believing after two months of doing this, he was still as hot for me as he had been when we first slept together before Jake’s wedding. In my mind, I had always been a passing fancy, and honestly, if he had said tomorrow that we were done with it, I would think I had a good run with him.
“About earlier-”
Alex shook his head. “Not now, Doll. Can we just have this, and talk about it tomorrow?”
“As long as we do talk about it.” I replied and he nodded, his hand rubbing my thigh.
“Yes, Joey. Tomorrow. We will talk about us.”
