Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (6 page)

“What can I do for you, darling?” she asked just as the other bartender asked her a question. She turned her head, causing her ponytail to whip in front of her then back around.

When she turned to see what the guy wanted, he had a look of pure lust in his eyes. It was amazing and it gave her the chills. “What can I get you, honey?” she asked again as she stared into a gorgeous set of brown eyes. He didn’t answer her, so she looked toward the big guy with the brown hair to his shoulders.

“He’ll take another beer, doll.”

Melissa got him another beer then continued to serve the other patrons. The five guys remained crowded around the bar asking her for beers or shots, never leaving the spot. They were tipping well, so she really didn’t care. They engaged her in small talk and seemed really nice.

She absorbed their similar good looks and identical eye color. That’s when it hit her.

“Are you guys brothers?” she asked, but the music was too loud as the strippers took the stage and the bachelor had a front-row seat.

“What?” the one guy with the short brown hair and a solid, muscular body asked. He looked like he had been in the military.

She leaned over the bar, and the guy leaned over closer. Their heads nearly bumped, and they both laughed. Up close he was even more handsome. There was a look in his eyes that did a number on her insides. She wanted to ask his name, but then he would think she was interested. So far they hadn’t asked her name yet.

“I asked if you all were brothers.”

He held her gaze and inhaled as if he smelled her.

It should have felt creepy, but instead, her body seemed to react in its own way. She felt the sudden moisture against her folds.
Holy fuck!
This guy was so hot he could make her come just by whispering to her.

“Yes, we are,” the other guy answered, and she wondered how the hell he heard her when he was so far away. She had a funny feeling in her stomach and quickly looked toward the clock on the wall. She had to get ready for her set, and it took time to do the makeup and attach the wig. She’d better disguise herself well or one of these brothers was going to grope her on the stage. The thought caused a tingling in her belly.

* * * *

Logan watched as the bartender walked toward the end of the bar and spoke with another bartender.

“What do we do?” Frankie asked.

“Nothing we can do without scaring her,” Logan stated.

“How can you be so fucking calm when we just found our fucking mate?” Vince asked.

“Because we know she works here and she’s not going anywhere?” Logan replied, and Frankie looked down the bar for her.

“We should have grabbed her when we could have. She’s gone,” he replied, sounding annoyed, and his brothers all searched the bar for her.

“Fuck!” Sunny exclaimed.

“Don’t panic. She has to be around here somewhere. Do what we do best and investigate,” Logan added, and they all agreed to find out anything they could about the bartender.

* * * *

Logan and Vince were caught up in questioning Charlie, the owner of the place, when suddenly the main strip act was about to begin. Logan and his brothers joined the rest of the crowd as everyone pushed for a front row seat.

“I love you, Charlie!” the bachelor, Alex, exclaimed as he moved as close as he could to the stage.

“What the fuck is the big deal?” Frankie asked Alex’s partner and fellow cop, Ken.

“This dancer is special. She only performs once a month, or maybe two or three months could pass without her performing. The rumor is she’s in the witness protection program.”

“What?” Frankie asked then chuckled.

“I’ve got to see this.”

“I’m telling you, Frankie, once you get a load of the body on this blonde, you will be searching for a woman just like her and coming back here week after week.”

“She’s that fucking hot?” Frankie asked, and his buddy nodded.

The lights lowered, leaving a slight dim over the stage and nowhere else.

The announcer’s voice echoed over the loudspeaker.

“Gentlemen, Stiletto’s is honored to have a special guest this evening in honor of one of our loyal patrons, Officer Alex.” The crowd of men cheered and screamed as Alex sat holding the sides of his seat with anticipation. The sound of a slow drum beating in the background added to the anticipation of the announcement.

“Stiletto’s is proud to introduce for your ultimate pleasure this evening, in one of her rare appearances, Miss Lola Lamore!”

The audience roared with excitement as the drum roll began and instantly a bright light shined on Miss Lola from the breasts down.

“Holy fuck!” Frankie exclaimed and his brothers added similar comments.

They wanted closer and now regretted not moving in while they had a chance, but they were looking for their mate.

* * * *

Logan gave up trying to see around the crowded, dark club and instead focused on the voluptuous blonde on stage. She wore six-inch stilettos and had the most perfect set of toned, muscular legs he’d ever seen on a woman. The fire-engine red nightie and a sequin mask that only covered her eyes left just enough to the imagination. She was built like a sex goddess. The sheer nightie was decorated with sequins and light, fluffy fur on the edges and matched the mask. She stood with her hands on her curvy hips then bent forward as the music began. From there on out, Logan was in a daze.

“My dick is so hard right now, I think I’m gonna come in my fucking pants,”
Frankie stated through their link.

The stripper reached for the pole, pressing her satin-covered pussy against it as she arched backwards in a very interesting and precarious-looking position without hesitation and with perfection. Her large breasts moved past the material, revealing just a touch of her deeper colored areola and more sequins.

“I just came in my fucking pants,”
Sunny moaned.

The stripper slowly pumped up and down against the pole with one hand while she sucked and licked her finger as if she were sucking cock.

The crowd of men roared louder. As the beat of the music picked up, the stripper wiggled and strutted around the edge of the dance floor, letting men stuff bills in the elastic of her tiny string panties as well as the cleavage of her sexy bra. Logan noticed that the stripper covered more of her body than most but the men didn’t seem to mind. Him included.

She then made her way near the bachelor, who was so excited, he nearly climbed up on stage. The bouncer was going to stop him, but the blonde took complete control of the situation, knowing it was the guy’s bachelor party.

“I say if Alex tries something, we save the blonde and take her to her dressing room in the back,”
Jake suggested, and his brothers chuckled as they watched the scene unfold.

She kept him in control by grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking him up onto the stage but making Alex remain on his knees. The crowd of men roared louder as she wiggled around him, barely touching his body yet eliciting moans and sexual innuendos from both Alex and the crowd.

When she stopped in front of Alex with her back facing him then bent forward, displaying her ass in his face, Alex roared. But he didn’t touch her. It was as if he was afraid to do it, and she was too hot for him to handle.

“Touch her!” the crowd yelled.

“Smack that ass!” they cheered, but he didn’t do it. Instead, the blonde slapped herself on the ass cheek then gave a light push to Alex’s chest, causing him to fall to the stage floor on his back.

The music continued as she did a sexy dance over his face and body. At the end she kissed her finger then touched it to his lip and chin. She was about to move away and the song seemed like it was ending when Alex grabbed her wrist.

“Wait,” he begged of her then reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred-dollar bills. He began to tuck them into her waist then into her cleavage. He ran out of room but still had bills in his hand. She tilted her chin forward with her mouth open and took them from him with her teeth.

The whistles and grunts filled the air, and slowly she began to rise up and down as if she was dry-humping him. She seductively rubbed her hands up over her breasts then over the small knot that kept her little red nightie together. She removed the garment then wrapped it around Alex’s neck as a memento. Her breasts were completely exposed except for her red sequin-covered nipples. Her abs looked tight and defined, and the ruby-red stone in her belly button accentuated her curves. Rising, she sashayed away, stopping here and there for more patrons to hand her money. As she exited the stage, the crowd clapped and whistled, asking for more and for the blonde to come back again.

* * * *

“I’ve never seen anything like that in my life,” Vince stated to Logan as they cringed from the loud screams.

“Me either. She was fucking hot. The other women don’t have a body like hers.”

“That’s why she’s so special, Commander. She doesn’t perform often, and only for special occasions or surprise events. Charlie hooked up Alex because he’s good friends with Alex’s cousin,” Dave Flynn, Alex’s Lieutenant, stated to Logan and Vince.

They watched as Alex received slaps on his back and comments about the performance on stage.

Logan and Vince were listening as he walked by them smiling and laughing. Suddenly, Logan stopped Alex and grabbed him. He inhaled as Vince did the same.

“What’s up?” Alex asked, sounding drunk.

“Nothing. Congratulations!” Vince said then pulled Logan’s hands off of Alex’s shirt. Frankie, Jake, and Sunny joined them.

“That stripper was amazing, and what a fucking body. Man, I wish I could find me a piece of ass like that to take home. I’d never let her out of my bed,” Sunny said.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jake asked Vince.

“The stripper? She’s our mate,” he stated, and their low growls filled the immediate space.

Frankie grabbed Logan’s shirt. “What are you fucking saying?”

“Go smell Alex right now. Our mate’s scent is all over his fucking clothes,” he stated through clenched teeth.

“Let’s go find her,” Sunny growled then looked around the room like a wild animal. Vince pulled Logan and Sunny closer.

“We can’t do that. How the fuck are we going to explain that we know the stripper and the bartender are the same person?”

“We don’t have to explain shit. She’s done working here. She’s done on that fucking stage. And if I see another man touch her I’m going to rip his fucking throat out.”

“Calm down, Logan. We need to think about this.”

They all looked at Jake.

“Did you have your eyes covered when our mate was up there stripping? She’s ours, no one else’s, Jake. This ends now!” Frankie growled then headed through the crowd. His brothers had no other choice but to follow him.

* * * *

“That was fantastic, Mel! My God, that crowd is still cheering for more. I think that was our best performance yet,” Charlie stated as Melissa removed the money from her underwear and cleavage. The long silk robe hung open as she did it.

“Don’t get any ideas, Charlie. That was probably my last performance.”

“No! Oh, please, you can’t be serious? Look at the money you just made.”

She stared at him through the mirror.

“I don’t like doing it. You know that, Charlie, so why are you pushing this?”

“How are you going to maintain paying the bills and helping all those people you are financially supporting?”

She released a sigh.

“I’ll figure it out, Charlie. With Aunt Peggy out of the hospital and most of the bills paid, I’m in better shape. Celine has that job and a babysitter, and the others are all working now and supporting their own families. I need to worry about the kids.”

* * * *

Frankie heard the whole conversation, and so did his brothers. They waited for Charlie to leave the room, and when he did, they told him they needed to see Lola.

“Sorry, guys, she’s off-limits.” He refused then tried to get them to go back into the hallway.

“It’s important, Charlie, and you know we’re not here to hurt her,” Logan added.

“I can’t. She’s a good friend, and despite what you just saw out there, she’s shy and really a great person. I think of her like a daughter. Lola doesn’t see anyone offstage.”

They were silent a moment. They really didn’t want to force their way in there.

“How about Mel? Would she be interested in seeing us?” Vince asked, remembering that the other bartender told him that was the female bartender’s name.

Charlie’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?”

“We know that Lola and Melissa are the same person.”

“No one knows that. She’s kept it a secret for a reason. She has kids, a family to support, and bills for her sick aunt. Please, guys,” Charlie begged.

Logan touched his arm.

“We’re not going to hurt her. She’s important to us, Charlie. She’s our mate,” he stated then showed his wolf eyes to Charlie.

* * * *