Jack Hammer (24 page)

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CHELSEY

THE NEXT MORNING,
I woke up embarrassed by my last conversation with Blaine and a beating headache. I couldn’t believe I’d confessed something so personal to him. I blamed it on the stage ride he’d given me, which made me so hot I spent the rest of the night squeezing my legs together.

The stage ride, mixed with the alcohol Lynn gave me, and the hurt I felt when I went looking for him and found him having raw, unadulterated sex with another woman, was a deadly combination for me. I found myself desperate and blabbing like an idiot about the things I wanted.

Pulling myself from my bed, I went into the kitchen to find Chelsey and Marshall making breakfast. I’d almost forgotten that I’d agreed he could spend the night with her.

“Good morning, Sunshine!” Lynn sang.

She was sitting on the counter in her pajamas while Marshall, the massive male stripper, stood in a pair of boxer briefs and fed her bacon.

I guess being a stripper meant you had no shame whatsoever with your body.

“Morning,” I mumbled.

“So, last night was crazy, right?” Lynn asked cautiously.

“The craziest,” I yawned.

I’d say whatever I had to, to shut her up. I didn’t want to talk about Blaine in front of Marshall. I didn’t want him running back and telling Blaine a bunch of stuff he didn’t need to know.

“Are you okay?”

“Seriously, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”

I changed the subject quickly, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went back to my room to get ready for my day.

Two classes and three cups of coffee later, I was falling back into my apartment.

Lynn met me at the door wearing a sexy, white dress and curls in her hair. Her makeup was perfection, and her smile let me know she was up to something else.

“Get dressed,” she said, clapping her hands excitedly.

“No. Not this again. Please, Lynn, I’m exhausted.”

“Trust me. You want to go back tonight. Blaine’s going to be there.”

“So, what? He was there last night. He works there.”

“Yeah, but tonight we’re going to make you look so sexy he won’t know what to do with himself.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because it’s like a rite of passage or something. Every girl knows when a guy breaks your heart, you have to get him back. What better way to do that than to get sexy and flirt with other men. Stripper men. Sexy stripper men like my Marshall.”

I stood and stared back at her. She was crazy. There was no denying that. If she thought for even a second I was going back to that place she was seriously misunderstood.

“No,” I said adamantly.

“Yes. Seriously, go get a shower. This is happening. I need this, Chelsey. I need you to get back at him,” she begged. “Plus, we’re only staying for an hour. We have dinner plans tonight.”

“We do?”

“Yep. Just me and you.”

“You’re going to drive me to drink, woman,” I said, dragging myself down the hall to my room.

“Good. A few drinks is just what you need.”

Three hours later, and I was sitting at the bar at The Golden Banana, wearing a black dress that was entirely too short, and a pair of Lynn’s hooker heels. I had a face full of makeup on, and my hair was pulled up and curled. In an hour, Lynn managed to turn me into her.

I sipped my drink and nodded my head to the music as I pretended I wasn’t nervous. It was amateur stripper night, which meant lots of laughs for Lynn and me. I actually found myself having a good time. I don’t know if was the shots we were taking, or the fact that I hadn’t seen Blaine the whole time I was there, but I laughed with Lynn and actually relaxed. I didn’t even notice we were still there an hour past the point when we were supposed to leave.

“Another!” Lynn shouted over the music as she pushed a shot glass in my direction.

“To a lifelong friendship. I always got your back, girl,” she toasted.

I held up my shot glass with a smile before I shot it. The liquid barely burned on its way down.

“You know what?”

“What?” I giggled.

“You should get up there,” she said, pointing to the stage where an older woman was busy pulling her shirt over her head.

“Yeah. I think not.” I laughed.

“I’m serious. If he can do it, then why can’t you?”

The last conversation I’d had with Blaine flew through my mind. Hadn’t I said the same thing to him?

“I’m not going up there and stripping,” I said, taking another sip of my drink.

“Ah come on, Chels. You’d look great up there.”

I opened my mouth to disagree, when Blaine’s voice broke into our conversation.

“Chelsey doesn’t have what it takes. Never has. Never will.”

I turned on him. “Excuse me?”

“That sounded a bit like a dare if you ask me,” Lynn said at my side.

She covered her grin behind her cup, before she turned his way and narrowed her eyes at Blaine. I was starting to worry she’d have too much to drink and break her promise and start some drama with him.

“You heard me. You won’t do it. You couldn’t even if you tried.” He snorted. “You wouldn’t last one minute up there.”

“Oh please. How hard can it be to dance around a stage with all your business hanging out?”

The minute the words left my lips, I knew he’d counter.

“Fine, rich girl. Put your money where your mouth is. Let’s see you get up there and shake your ass.”

I swallowed hard. What had I gotten myself into? There was no way I was getting up there and stripping. But then Blaine said the magic words.

“I fucking dare you.”

I downed one more shot from Lynn, and turned toward the stage. The tall heels suddenly seemed too hard to walk in, but I meant I was getting on that stage. I didn’t care to dance a whole song. As long as I lasted at least a minute.

Once I was on the stage, I felt like I was going to puke. The lighting changed in my eyes, and the music felt too loud. Looking out into the crowd, there suddenly seemed to be more people in the room. They were staring at me, waiting for me to move, but I couldn’t. I was glued to the spot.

Looking out across the crowd at Lynn, my eyes met Blaine’s. He smiled smugly up at me and shook his head. The asshole.

So, it was with a new resolve and a stomach full of shots, that I began to move my hips. The crowd started to cheer, which only pushed me to move a little more. I danced to the music with closed eyes, running my hands up my body and losing my fingers in my hair.

I bit into my bottom lip in an attempt to be sexy, and bent my knees, opening my legs and letting the entire front row get a view of my panties.

The crowd exploded. Men who came in for amateur night whistled, and the ladies in the crowd egged me on.

My fingertips teased the bottom of my dress, and I pulled it up a tiny bit, giving the crowd a peek at my thighs. I was moving slow to the fast music, but it seemed to be working.

Then my eyes met Blaine’s again, and I gave him a cocky smile as I ran my fingers down the side of my neck and licked my lips.

I was doing this, and apparently, I was doing a pretty good job. I smiled to myself when I knew I reached the one minute mark and confidence bloomed within me.

Reaching behind me, I slowly unzipped the back of my dress and caught the top of it before it slid from my body. I teased the crowd, showing them a tiny peek of my black bra every now and again, until finally, I let the dress fall around my ankles.

I was dancing around the stage in a pair of black panties, a black, lace bra, and Lynn’s hooker heels, and I felt amazing. The crowd was eating it up and so was I. I’d never felt so sexy. I’d never felt so in control.

And then I wasn’t.

Suddenly, Blaine was on the stage. His angry eyes dug into mine as he scooped up my dress and tossed me over his shoulder. I beat at his back as he carried me off stage.

“Put me down, Blaine. I’m sick of you manhandling me all the time!” I yelled.

He ignored me as he took me toward the back and through one of the doors of the back rooms. Then he was pressing me against the wall and growling down at me like a hungry bear.

“What the fuck, Chelsey?” he roared.

“What?” I asked. “You dared me!”

“Yeah because I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Shows how much you know. You don’t know me anymore, Blaine,” I seethed.

“Well, you’re not doing that. I don’t want those people seeing you naked.”

“What a hypocrite! So you can show your ass to the world, but I can’t. I don’t think so. You lost all rights to me, Blaine.” I felt myself cracking. “You lost all rights the minute you picked up and left me without even a word. You didn’t even say goodbye!”

Tears rushed to my eyes and I cursed them. I didn’t want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to be so pissed off that I could slap him.

He tugged at the ends of his hair, his eyes turning redder. His face flushed and I thought for a second he was about to explode.

“You’re not serious right now?” he snarled. “I fucking saw you, Chelsey!”

He moved closer, his face hovering right above mine as he stared down at me.

“What do you mean you saw me?” I was confused.

“I saw you with that asshole jock! I saw you with Josh.” He placed his hands on wall beside my head, boxing me in and pressing his hard body against me. “I needed you so fucking bad, and you were out with that piece of shit on a fucking date. You told you me you loved me, and then you were out with him.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Blaine had been there? He had no idea what he was talking about.

I felt sick to my stomach knowing how badly things had gotten mixed up.

“You saw Josh kiss me?” I asked.

He closed his eyes and growled. “No, I didn’t see it. I was on the roof waiting for you, and I saw y’all walking up on the porch. But it’s nice to know you enjoyed yourself and kissed that piece of shit.”

“No, Blaine. You have it all wrong. If you knew anything, you’d know he tried to kiss me. I slapped him before I slammed the door in his face.” I matched his angry stare. I could practically feel smoke coming from my ears. “Why didn’t you talk to me? You should’ve at least demanded answers before you just up and left me. I would’ve done that for you. How could you have even thought for a minute I’d do something like that to you? After everything that happened between us. I gave myself to you, Blaine. All of myself. I gave you a part of myself I can never get back. You put me through hell because you assumed something.”

I exploded. All the memories. All the pain I felt. It all came crashing down on me and I found myself hitting him over and over again in his chest. I beat at his chest with tiny fists and he let me. He stared down at me, confusion deep in his brows, as he let me take all my hurt and frustration out on him.

And then he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. I gasped at the sensation of his body against my naked stomach.

“Fine. You want rough? I’ll fucking give you rough.”

And then his mouth came crashing down on mine in a forceful and demanding kiss that scrambled my thoughts. I struggled against his hold, but his hands kept mine pinned to the wall.

I pressed my body toward his, needing to feel him everywhere, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. He ripped his lips from mine, allowing me a deep breath, and then his mouth was on my neck. He kissed, licked, and sucked, driving me crazy with want. I moaned in pleasure as I brought up my leg and wrapped it around his hip to draw him closer.

He brought a hand down, running it along my side and making me whimper in need, before he dipped his finger into my panties.

“Is this what you want?” he asked against my neck. “You want me to touch your sweet pussy?”

I bit into my lip and pressed myself into his palm, praying he’d touch me. And then he did. His finger slipped across my engorged clit making me shake and cry out. My wrists burned in his grasp as I tugged and pulled at them.

He slipped two fingers in me, pressing against my G-spot and making me pant. My breath came in quick burst, and sweat trickled down my back.

“Yes,” I rasped, pushing the back of my head hard against the wall behind me.

“Does that feel good, baby. You like having my fingers deep inside you?”

“Uh huh,” I mumbled, words being beyond me.

“I’m going to make you come so hard. You’re going to soak my fingers, and when you’re done, I’m going to suck your sweet juices from them.”

His words moved though my body like a touch. His fingers worked me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Then once I’ve tasted you, I’m going to fuck you like a little slut. Is that what you want, Chelsey? You want to be my little slut?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I came long and hard. My knees weakening and my body going loose. The hand he used to keep my arms pinned above me was the only thing holding me up. My wrists burned and my arms ached and pulled as my weight pulled on them.