“Woo, baby!” Jean yells, and one of them flashes her a grin.
They all start dancing, grinding to the music, and humping the air and the floor. One even fake-fucks a woman, making love to a chair.
I don’t know what to think, but I do laugh.
“This is lame considering what we have at home waiting for us.” Jean flips her hair over her shoulder and rolls her eyes.
I have to agree. Jordan is a ten, and these men are sixes on a good day. We may be biased, but they are too pretty for us. We like them tattooed and with that bad-boy vibe.
The men jump off the stage, and I jump back in pure shock. One lands directly in front of me and acts like he’s going to thrust his hips in my face. I push with my feet and bend my chair back. I put my hands on my face. I look at Locke, and he is pulling me back away from the man.
“Leave me alone,” I tell him sternly, hoping he will move on to another woman who wants it. I have a man at home, and he would kill this man.
He grabs my hands and pulls them away from my face. I look at the stripper and he lets my hands go, but then he props a hip on my chair and grabs the back of my head. Then I notice his dick and his balls sticking out of the side of his G string.
Hell no.
I grab his balls and twist them. He drops just like that. He cries out and rolls around.
“I told you no fuckwad!” I scream.
One of the men who was on stage yells and jumps down and thunders over to me. I see something move past me and stop the guy. I would know that butt anywhere. Jordan. He cocks his fist back and knocks the guy out, just like that.
My jaw hits the floor and I look to the girls, who look as shocked as I do. The man hits the floor, and Kyle climbs onto the stage and goes to a side door. He peers his head in, and the man who announced earlier pops out.
He brings the microphone up. “We have some technical difficulties. The main event will be out soon and give you the show of your life.”
The women scream again, and disaster is averted.
Jordan climbs off the stage and looks at the man, who is now sitting up, still holding his junk. Then the man takes off running. Jordan grabs my hand, pulls me out of my seat, bends down, and throws me over his shoulder.
“Bye, Alisha!” all the girls call at once.
I smile before waving goodbye.
Jordan walks right out of the room, and I feel way too many stares, but I don’t care. Jordan’s butt looks really nice from up here. I snake my hand into the back of his jeans and pinch his butt.
Whack! His palm hits me hard on the ass. “Behave!” he growls loudly.
I giggle. Should I poke the bear? Yes, I should. I rub the spot I pinched through his jeans, and he smacks me again but on the other cheek.
He walks out of the club, but he doesn’t set me down until we reach his bike. Flipping my hair back, I watch him. He opens his saddlebag and pulls out a bulletproof vest and my helmet. He doesn’t say a word, and I start to worry that he is really angry.
“Jordan,” I say, putting my hand on his back to get his attention.
He turns around, pissed off. My eyes widen, and I take a step back. I know he won’t hurt me, but he’s never been angry at me before. He takes a large step to me, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me hard.
When he pulls back, I stand completely still, in a daze. I guess that means he’s not mad?
Jordan’s mouth quirks up as he studies me. “Damn, baby. Should I be worried about my balls now?”
I laugh and hug him, laying my head on his chest. Bending my hand, I slide it down his side until I reach his dick. I give a small little pinch.
He jumps and smacks my ass. “Behave, angel.”
I laugh and bend my head back. He kisses my forehead. Reaching behind him, I grab the bulletproof vest and step back from him. I pull it over my head, snap the snaps, and then pull my helmet on.
“We got things to do at home.” I wink.
A sly grin comes over his face. He hurries onto his bike.
I climb on behind him. “Butch kidnapped Shaylin. She made it a few steps away from the Hummer.”
I feel him shake with laughter. The bike roars to life, and we take off down the highway.
I scoot closer to him and rest my chin on his shoulder. Looking ahead in the dark, I see a shadowed figure standing on the side of the highway. He’s not moving; he’s just staring at us as we move closer. An uneasy feeling seeps into my stomach. After tapping Jordan on his shoulder, I point at the man. We get closer to him, and then Jordan drives past the man. I see something flying in the air toward us. I duck, and Jordan speeds up. A brick hits the highway three feet away from us.
Jordan stiffens and speeds up faster. I thought he would stop.
Leaning forward, I yell to him, “Why didn’t you stop?”