Benji“Well, I—”Harley laughed. “You don’t need to explain yourself. There’s nothing wrong with it. I think my girl might fancy you too, philanthropist.”“I’m not a philanthropist.”“You’re the closest thing to one I’ve ever met,” she said simply.I looked around at the others, desperate for salvation from this conversation. “So. How long have you guys been here?”Harley’s eyes lingered on me for a while but she let the subject shift. Mason answered my question, thank God, and steered the discussion toward more comfortable subjects. “About twenty minutes or so. When we showed up the doors were closed and the whole front lobby was packed.”“It’s still filling up by the minute,” Laina said, nodding toward the door.She was right. The whole place would soon be packed to the brim and the doors would have to be closed. Talk about a successful business. Well done, Charlie.It was while I was watching people continue to file in and go to the bars to redeem their drink tickets that the house
Charlie“Fucking jerk,” I hissed, as I lashed out at the garbage can beside my desk in my office. The kick I dealt to the side of it sent it slamming into my desk, where it promptly fell over and spat out all the paper and trash. I groaned, crouched down, and gathered it all back into the can before standing it upright and putting it back in its rightful place.Then I dropped into my chair and sighed, leaning my head back and trying to ignore the pulsing pain in my hand.Why had I hit him? Usually I was able to keep my temper under control. But he’d gotten on my last nerve, and it felt so fucking good to feel his nose squish under my fist.I shook my head. Who was I kidding? If I had to do it over again I would have handled it the same way. He deserved it. Someone needed to put him in his place and I wanted to be damn sure it was me. My girls already dealt with some shady clientele. I had zero tolerance for harassment and it was my job to keep my girls safe. That included protecting t
CharlieI did as he said and he stood up and went into my bathroom. I leaned sideways to watch him crouch down and rummage around under the bathroom sink. He pulled out the red nylon first aid kit, unzipped it, and rifled through it until he found a long stretchy white bandage with metal pins. “Ah ha!” He cried victoriously before zipping the bag back up and tucking it back under the sink. He closed the cupboards and came back to me, assuming the same position in the collapsible chair.He held out his hand again and I gave him mine.Benji wrapped my hand like an expert. It wasn’t too loose or too tight, and the ice pack stayed exactly where it needed to.“You’ve done this before,” I said.“More than I care to admit.”“Ever done it for a girl?”He chuckled and shook his head. “No. This one’s a first for me.”“Is everyone okay out there?”Benji never took his eyes away from his job of wrapping my hand. “There was some chaotic energy for about five minutes, but your security guys calmed
BenjiCharlie made a mean martini—and I wasn’t a guy who drank them often.Or at all.I preferred a glass of whiskey or something simple. A one ingredient kind of cocktail. But her martini was something to be rivaled and I enjoyed every sip of it.Except, I passed off my olives to her.I liked watching her pop them in her mouth. And I liked how she chewed. In fact I liked everything she did.How she walked. How she talked. How she giggled in an almost reserved sort of way.We sat at the bar together and enjoyed our drinks and chatted about all sorts of things that didn’t really matter. Surface level things. Like how the evening went, how annoying Mason and my sister were when they were being lovey-dovey, and we even cracked a few jokes at the expense of the guy Charlie had decked earlier.“You should see if you can get a doctor to look at that hand of yours in the morning,” I said, as I finished my drink. “Just to be safe.”Charlie shook her head. “No. I’m alright. I swear. This isn’t
Benji“It looks great. Thank you so much for your help, Benji. You saved me a lot of time.”“It’s the least I could do. You helped me out big time tonight. You had to punch a guy and everything.”Charlie laughed and shook her head at me. “He would have been here tonight regardless of the fundraiser. Sit tight. I just have to grab my jacket and helmet and turn off the lights.”I did as she said and dropped down into one of the chairs near the stage. I’d been on my feet for the majority of the evening and could feel the tension gathering in my lower back. Falling into bed tonight would feel good.After sitting down for about two minutes the house lights dimmed until they were completely out. The club seemed to grow quieter with the dark, and as I sat there my eyes were drawn to the chandelier above the stage—the only light still on save for the strip of lights along the foot of the bar and the emergency exit signs above the back doors.The crystals dangling from the chandelier glimmered
CharlieAs soon as Benji relinquished his grip on my hair my lips curled in a smile. I gave his lap one last roll of my hips before dropping to a crouch between his legs, looking back at him over my shoulder, and straightening my legs slowly. I maintained my bent-over position, giving him a good view of my ass and the thin strip of fabric that covered my lady bits.It had been a long time since I put on a show like this.I’d ball park it at about three years.Sure, I’d had some fun with some of my girls up here after closing on the occasional Friday or Saturday night when we had the whole place to ourselves, but it was a completely different thing when there was a man in the room. Especially a man who made you feel all hot and bothered every time he turned his brilliant green eyes on you.Benji was something special. I felt like a fool for thinking it, but I thought it anyway. He was kind and attentive and not at all self-involved like all the men I’d been with before. Every conversat
CharlieThe warm wet press of his tongue upon my clit sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I braced myself with my hands behind me on the table. My wrists ached but I didn’t give a damn as I hung my head back and closed my eyes.Benji worked his tongue in slow circles around my swollen and very sensitive clit. I tried to keep my legs apart for him, but when his slow strokes turned into quick flicks my legs trembled and I lost control of muscles I was not accustomed to letting take over for themselves. My legs tried to close and Benji pushed them apart and left one hand on the inside of each of my thighs to keep them there.His fingers dug into the flesh of my legs while his tongue plunged low to trace my opening.Whimpering, I looked back down at him. I couldn’t look away. He worked with determined ease that had me biting down on my bottom lip as soft moans escaped me and I inched closer and closer to the first climax a man had given me in years.I reached down and ran my fingers t
BenjiRick nodded down the long narrow road that was illuminated by his Jeep headlights. “You sure this is the right place, man? It looks pretty—deserted.”“This is where the GPS says to go,” I said, glancing down at the map on my phone. I’d plugged in the address Harley sent me earlier that afternoon for tonight’s race. “Go on. I’m sure it’s just around a corner at the end or something.”Mason leaned forward in the backseat to grip the sides of mine and Rick’s seats. “Don’t be a pussy, Rick. It’s just a long dark road. The scariest thing that’s down there is Harley herself.”I chuckled. “He’s right.”Rick scowled but drove ahead anyway. “I just figured there’d be more cars around is all. Are we late? Or early?”“Maybe a bit early,” I said.Our early arrival was intentional. I wanted to meet up with Kevin before the race and get a feel for his Hellcat. Hopefully he’d arrived as punctually as we did in order to make that happen.The road had to be a good three miles long. It was flanke