Shutout (The Renegades Series Book 5) (5 page)

Almost immediately the younger guys whistled and cat called. Some tossed bills onto the stage, and others shoved them into the hot girl’s G-string. Matt seemed fascinated with the blonde, heavily focused and shoving cash into her bottoms. Pat, Kris and Dom hung back with Tyler and watched the chaos ensue.

“These guys never seen a girl before?” Patrick joked. “Damn. I hope I never looked like that.”

“You really want me to answer that?” Tyler said with a grin.

Before anyone could say much more, a redhead with white pasties on her large fake breasts appeared and pulled Tyler up and out of his seat. “You’re coming with me,” she said as she pulled him up onto the stage and shoved him into a chair.

Tyler had a grin pasted on his face, but he looked uncomfortable as hell. He’d been a player before he met his fiancée Paige, and a strip club scandal was surely something he didn’t need right now. Especially seeing how Paige was the team’s PR person. Matt was right; she’d surely see any photos or posts about Tyler being here.

The young woman obviously didn’t care, because she danced around Ty, rubbing her breasts against him before straddling him and grinding her G-string against his blue jeans. She leaned back into his chest and pulled his head down against her tits.

“Poor Tyler,” Patrick commented, dripping with sarcasm as another girl joined in grinding around Tyler.

“Yeah.” Dom rolled his eyes. “Poor Tyler.” Ty was surrounded by hot, almost naked girls. Plus, his fiancée was hot. So, yeah, poor Tyler. Wait, he wasn’t supposed to think that way, since Paige was their PR person and she really was a sweetheart of a gal. Paige always was a good sport with Dom’s lighthearted flirting.

Matt was fully immersed on the girl dancing in front of him and slipped another bill into her bottoms, not moving his eyes from the prize. “Don’t be jealous, Dominic.”

Dom was far from jealous. Sure, Ty had it all — team captain, beautiful fiancée, and currently tits being shoved in his face. He was the face of the hockey league and the heart of the Renegades. He was also Dom’s friend. Ty and Kris had really taken him under their wing since day one, and they’d grown closer as friends.

“So when’s the big day?” A busty blonde rubbed up against Kris.

“In a couple of weeks.” Tyler beamed.

“Oh, so will we see you guys a few more times before then?” she asked, as she did her best to dance up on Kris.

He wasn’t moving from the table. Poor guy looked awfully uncomfortable. Dom was surprised that Kris was even here tonight. After all, he had a gorgeous wife and a little boy at home; he had no need for strange tits in his face. Dom was pretty sure Kris was only here to support his friend Ty, and to make sure Matt didn’t harass any of the guys into doing anything stupid.

“I wouldn’t count on it. Our game schedule is pretty busy; that’s why we’re here tonight.”

“I’m sure our balding and drooling friend over there will be in, though.” Dom pointed to Matt, who wasn’t really balding, but they liked to pick on him about it.

“Oh, he’s not balding!” She giggled. “He’s just ruggedly handsome. Oh yeah, that’s right, you guys are on some sports team, huh?” She purred.

Dom couldn’t help but flash a grin when she said that.
Some sports team
. He wasn’t used to not being noticed. Every girl seemed to know that he was the tattooed goalie for the Renegades. Not to mention she called Matt ruggedly handsome. “Yeah, hockey.” He didn’t mean it as an invitation; his smile was more one of amusement. Too bad, she must’ve taken it as flirty, and with one swift movement ended up in his lap. “Woah!”

“Hockey, huh?” She softly prodded at his arm muscles. “Ooooh, tattoos and muscles.”

He slid a twenty into her bra, and with a smile, she moved on to her next conquests, the rookie table. “You all hockey team guys too?” She was welcomed with wide, flirty smiles and open wallets.

“Hey there, handsome. I’m Mona.” A petite brunette with too much eye makeup moved up beside Dom and ran her fingertips over his shoulders, then down his chest. She took a moment to outline the ink on his arms with her soft fingers, gently scratching him with her nails. “I like your tattoos,” she purred. Her round and tight ass was in full view. The tiny skirt around her waist was purely for decoration, and the tiny white bikini top wasn’t doing much to hold in her enormous tits. She squatted in front of him, and gently parting his legs, she slowly rose between them while running her fingertips up his thighs, crotch and up over his chest. She lifted his chin with her finger so he was positioned right at her cleavage.

“Woo-hoo, Dom!” Some of the guys cheered from around him. He was too busy concentrating on her naughty moves to care about their comments.

She was hot, but she was brunette. Besides her not being blond, he didn’t do strippers, but that didn’t stop his body from reacting to her sex appeal. His dick was straining against his jeans as all the blood rushed to his lower body; it had obviously already left his brain because he when she grabbed his hand and pulled him to stand up, he didn’t hesitate to follow her. Laying her finger to his lips, she led him to a private room.

“Have fun, Dom!” Matt called over his shoulder without even a look.

Dom shook his head.
Of course, this must be the surprise Matt was talking about
. At this point, it didn’t much matter. He needed a release and he needed it badly. Again, this wasn’t ideal, but it was better than his empty apartment. It didn’t have to be lonely if she was interested in extra-curricular activities.

She shut the door behind them and pushed him down onto a leather couch. Her eyes wandered over him, stopping on the bulge in his pants. “My, oh my, cutie pie. I really appreciate the compliment.” Pulling off the faux skirt from her waist, she dropped almost to her knees in front of him. Having her head almost at crotch level, his body temperature skyrocketed. These girls sure knew how to earn their money. She slowly crawled up his legs, spreading her legs wide as she went, rubbing her bare skin against him.

Settling in on his lap, she rocked her hips against him. “I was supposed to just bring you in here for the other girl, but I can’t help myself. This is totally for me, no extra charge.”

She moved against him a few more times. This unexpected bit of pleasure made him wonder why she wasn’t taking full advantage of this private room and his obviously full wallet. He would’ve had a hard time saying no, and he wasn’t stupid; he knew they fed on that.

Moving off his lap, she smiled bashfully and batted her eyelashes seductively. She handed him a business card and leaned down close to his ear. “I get off at one.” She ran her hand over his crotch once before she pulled away. She smelled of smoke, but he had a great view of her rack.

Even so, his stiffie was already deflating before her dance was even over. It was just a reminder that he could use a good lay. Not just hittin’ that in the sack. She was a brunette, and he tried not to cross that line. That’s what was nice about blondes; they weren’t his thing and didn’t remind him of
her
.

“Call me if you wanna get off too.” She cooed breathlessly in his ear and caressed his jeans before moving towards the door. “Oh, my real name is Lyssa. My cell phone number is on there, that’s the one you want.”

“I’m Dom.” He attempted his typical crooked, sexy smile.

“Well, Dom, I hope to see you later.” Lyssa flashed him a smile before leaving.

Dom looked around the room.
What the hell just happened
? He just got hit on by a stripper and kind of molested, but damn, he liked it. That’s why it was so messed up. Glancing down at the card, he considered filling his lonely apartment with a night full of sex with Lyssa.
Nah, she’s more Matt’s taste than mine
. He mindlessly tucked the business card into his pocket.

The room went completely dark, and a colored glow filled the space. A shadowed figure moved toward him as the haze changed from red to blue to pink. She was slim, and from what he could see, had on thigh high boots. A dark G-string was covered up with a tiny dark skirt, obviously just for decoration like the other girl’s, because all his favorite parts were easily visible.

Before he could get a good look at her, she moved behind the couch. Her breasts pressed against his neck and shoulders, then her hands traveled over his shoulders and down his chest as far as she could reach. Even in the dark, he could see she had various tattoos on one arm and a few on the other.

Although he’d calmed down from whatever exactly had gone down with Lyssa, the way this girl’s hot breath hit on his neck when she said, “I’m Foxy, now sit back and enjoy the ride,” turned him stiff.

Foxy stepped over the couch, her tight ass brushing by his face, and he noticed her legs were adorned with tattoos as well. Straddling him as she sat with her back to him, she rocked back and forth, grinding to the beat of the music.

He forgot that Matt had paid for this, forgot that there was a room full of men outside the door, and instead was letting the heat of the moment drive him. Not being able to see her face, he watched her with hooded eyes and just went with it.

Foxy wasn’t as genuine with her moves as Lyssa had been, but it was working for him. Without so much as a glance at him, she went through what seemed like rehearsed movements, gyrating and grinding.

She didn’t say much, but her voice stuck with him; there was something about it that went straight to his chest. But then her movements slowed down and that made him forget about everything else as her creamy skin rubbed against him. The lights continued to rotate through the color spectrum, and he wasn’t sure if that was what was making him dizzy, or the way she was moving against his stiffie.

Leaning his head back against the leather couch, Dom closed his eyes for only a moment. Foxy’s moves might have felt rehearsed, but he was enjoying every minute, a lot more than he expected. Instinctively he laid his hands on her hips to push her harder onto him.

“Sorry, no touching.” Foxy removed his hands from her.

“Sorry.” He hadn’t felt this desperate to touch Lyssa, and she’d been all over him. But this strange, tattooed girl had him forgetting where he was and who she was. Again, something felt familiar about her, and this ran through him, but his throbbing lower body overrode his thoughts.

The music changed, and Foxy spoke. “You can look but not touch.” Reaching around her, she peeled off her bikini top. When she turned around to straddle him, her bare breasts with gold pasties were what had his attention first. They were stunning, exactly how he liked them.

Her face was in a shadow as she settled down onto him. He was concentrating on her perfect tits, but then his eyes wandered to take in the ink that graced her ribs, collarbone and shoulders. He’d never admit it to Matt, but he was enjoying this.

She was moving so close to him, her hair brushed against his face, her sultry tatted skin slid by his face. He breathed in her warm scent. It was unlike the other girl’s, her name suddenly slipping his mind. His senses were on overload and his pulse sped up from her luscious, almost candy scent. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but it was familiar and he liked it.

Her hips rolled slowly against him as she leaned in, her tits briefly grazing his cheek. His pants weren’t the only place housing a warm feeling; something warmed in his chest. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch, but she was making it very difficult with the way she sat against his hard-on and shook her breasts in his face.

The sweet candy scent took him to another place and time, and before he knew it, he had laid his hands on her hips again and pushed her harder against him. This time she didn’t protest, instead she ground slowly against him. Her hands braced on his shoulders. Her alluring scent surrounded him.

Foxy leaned forward, bare tits invading his face. Her still unhurried movements changed and now no longer seemed stiff and rehearsed. Maybe he was imagining it, but every touch was now drawn out and sensual as she rubbed against him. He wondered if she was actually enjoying this as much as he was. It had become a different kind of performance. His hard-on twitched, throbbed against his jeans.

Dom could feel her breathing slow and deepen, almost matching his own, and it made his heart pound in his chest. Goosebumps rippled along his arms when she let out a hot breath by his ear. The music was now dark and sexy. His little soldier was at full attention as her lips ran along his jawline and nipped gently at his neck.
Holy shit, this girl is something else
.

He didn’t know what it was about her, but he was drawn to her and he wanted more. As a matter of a fact, he craved it. He had the strangest urge to wrap his arms around her, bury himself in her scent, pull her face to his and taste her lips, before beginning a slow exploration of her body.
That’s it, I’m asking her to come home with me. I don’t know what spell she’s got me under, and I don’t fucking care
.

He cleared his throat but his voice still sounded raspy as he began. “Foxy, you probably get this a lot, but… I was wondering if you’d like to come home with me.”

With his words, her movements abruptly stopped and she leaped off him with a gasp. “Dominic?”

His heart thudded to a stop. Now that really sounded familiar. Looking up at her face, even in the dimmed colored light it was suddenly apparent who she was.
What in the damn hell
? “Hailee?”