Heart of a Stripper Page 8

  “You’re going to smudge my makeup.” The female giggled, as the guy pushed her up against the dresser.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist as Mitchell watched.

  “I’m going to do more than that.” The guy’s deep voice rumbled, and he recognized it.

  It was his father. How dare the bastard hook up at his own son’s engagement party?

  “No, you’re not. Not here.” The female whispered kissing Bruce.

  Peering closer, Mitchell recognized the sparkling red dress. He’d helped Kaitlin slip it on hours earlier at her place. Sucking in a breath as his heart shattered, he stumbled deep into the bathroom.

  “It’s not like Mitchell will notice, that boy’s head is always elsewhere.” Bruce chuckled running his hand up her thigh.

  “This is why we always fight. All he cares about is that stupid school!” she shouted.

  “He’ll be over that soon and working for me. You just marry him, he needs a girl like you in his life.” Bruce insisted kissing her again before letting her up.

  “Why can’t he just be like you? You take me on trips, and shower me with gifts. He doesn’t even realize why I’m gone.” She sneered, as Mitchell watched them through the crack again.

  “Cause I know how to treat a lady. All you want is expensive things, and I give them to you. I can’t wait to have you in my bed tonight. Don’t worry; you’ll have the best of both worlds.” Bruce replied holding her from behind.

  “Exactly, let’s go before he notices we’re gone.” Kate chuckled sarcastically, before brushing herself off as they disappeared.

  Gathering what was left of himself, Mitchell stalked from the bathroom and hustled down the stairs. Pushing passed a few guest, he slithered from the party, hopped in his car and sped off.

  He zoomed through the traffic and headed down the lonely road. His mind was racing as thoughts of betrayal swiveled through him. Turning off his car, he just sat there as he stared off into space. Gripping the steering wheel, he felt the tears that burned his eyes. He was not going to cry over the heartless bitch that tore his heart out and shredded it. Sucking in a breath, he realized he was shaking. Looking up, he saw the flashing sign hanging from the building.

  He had ended up at the strip club.

  Hopping out of the car, he hustled inside the club. Searching the room, he rummaged the dark space for Nevaeh. Not spotting her, he headed to the stairs and ran up them. Bursting the door open, he saw Honey straddling a guy. Her breasts were bare and in his face. They both looked over at him and he blushed.

  “Sorry.” He mumbled shutting the door and running back downstairs.

  There, he spotted Nevaeh handing drinks to a few guys. Letting out a sigh of relief, he stalked over to her. Grabbing the tray from her hand, he shoved it to the guy standing beside him.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked baffled.

  Instead of saying anything, he thought it would be better to show her. Pulling her close, he stared her in the eyes briefly before dipping low and kissing her passionately. After a moment of confusion, she fell into the kiss and entangled her hands in his dark hair. He tasted of alcohol, but his underlying taste was still there. Ending the kiss, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her with him through the crowd. She willingly followed him as she grabbed him by the hand. He entangled his fingers with hers as they exited the club. Hopping in the car, he drove her back to his place.

  The moment he got her into the house, he took her to his bedroom.

  “What’s going on Mitchell?” she asked nervously, as he towered over her.

  Grabbing her hands, he kissed her fingertips gently.

  “I shouldn’t want you, but I do.” He whispered, and her heart dropped as he uttered those very words. “It’s hard to be around you and not have you.”

  With that, he kissed her. He couldn’t help the way he felt and realized there was no reason to stay away from her anymore. There he was trying to be faithful, when his other half hadn’t been. The connection he shared with Nevaeh was too important to just let slip away. Sure, it took for him to be betrayed, but at least he tried to do what was right. He was going to let his feelings take control of him here and now.

  Sitting her on the bed, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly as she stared up at him. Pulling it off, he revealed his chiseled chest and she admired him. Nibbling her bottom lip, she watched as he fell to his knees in front of her and removed her underwear. Placing a hand on her chest, he laid her back on the bed. He kissed her thighs gently, and she clenched the sheets as he let his tongue caress them next. Running his tongue up, he ran his tongue against her center and she moaned.

  She was already hot and wet for him.

  Crawling on top of her, he kissed her stomach while unbuttoning his pants. Pulling them down, he kissed her neck as she shut her eyes in pleasure. Grabbing her hand, he placed it on his hard chest, and she went from there. Running her hand down his body, she stopped at his boxers. Opening her eyes, she saw him glaring at her with lust filled eyes.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” she whispered. “What if this is a dream—”

  He silenced her with a finger and smiled before kissing her lips.

  “This is what I want. You are what I want, this isn’t a dream.” He said kissing her again.

  “I’m afraid—”

  “Don’t be.” He said, nibbling her bottom lip.

  “I don’t want you to hurt me.” She panted in between kisses.

  “Never again, I promise.” He muttered

  Running a hand back down her thigh and inserted his finger deep inside of her. She exhaled in pleasure as he gently slid his finger in and out of her. He loved the way her body reacted to him, and couldn’t wait to make love to her. He was aching to be inside of her, and from what he felt, she was tight, hot, and wet just for him. She arched against him as he pulled his boxers off and his hard cock sprang free. Kissing her again, he grabbed himself and gently rubbed it against her wet folds.

  “Mitchell…” she whispered, but he took her mouth in his.

  He wasn’t going to let anything ruin this moment. It was as perfect as perfect could get. He understood that she was scared, because he was too. Crossing the line with a student damn sure wasn’t something he ever thought would happen, but there they were. Pushing gently, he slid into her slowly, and growled in pleasure as she clawed at his bare back. She was pure ecstasy. Grinding against her slowly, he felt—a hymen? That couldn’t be possible, there was no way she was a—

  “It’s my first time.” She whispered.

  Swallowing hard, he stared down at her as she nibbled her bottom lip. He was hoping she hadn’t said what he thought she had said.

  “First time? As in first time, first time?” he uttered, and she nodded nervously.

  “Are you going to stop now?” she asked disappointed.

  “I’m a little too invested to stop now.” He retorted. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your first—this for you.” He said.

  “Are you angry with me?” she whispered.

  Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. “No, it just makes this even more special.” He said kissing her again to put her at ease.

  Pushing slowly again, he stopped as she squirmed beneath him. Mitchell felt her body trying to adjust to his fit. Shutting her eyes tight, she groaned in pleasure and pain. It was a heady feeling to have the person of her dreams actually making love to her.

  “Is that ok?” Mitchell asked, thrusting deeper inside her as she clutched him tight.

  The moment she nodded, he caressed her breast and lunged deeper, inserting all of himself into her. He thought it would be better just to get it over with. To be inside her sooner rather than later. At that moment, he felt connected to her. Really connected because he didn’t know where he ended or she began. Nevaeh gasped because she didn’t know that was coming. Sure, she saw the length of him, but assumed it was already all in. He was huger than she imagined and definitely filled her up. Pushing those t
houghts to the side, she tried her best to relax and enjoy what was happening.

  Mitchell panted as he kissed Nevaeh. Being inside of her was better than he thought it would be. Having knowing he was stretching her to his fit, and only his fit was heady all in itself. No alcohol, adrenaline or drug could amount to the feeling he was experiencing. She was like a slice of pure heaven, and she was all his. Taking her breast into his hand, he ran his tongue across it and she squealed. She began grinding hips against his, and he growled in pleasure as she ran her finger through his hair. Pulling him in, their lips mashed together as his heart pounded. He felt himself about to erupt inside of her, so he knew he needed to slow down.

  “Nevaeh.” He moaned in her ear, letting her know that he was for her, and only her.

  Grabbing her hips, he pushed harder, but not rough. He didn’t want to ruin her experience. He felt her tight wet walls clenching onto his dick, and he knew exactly what that meant. She was about to climax, and he wanted it to be the best she’d ever have. Grabbing her leg and wrapping it around him, he pushed deeper, and she screamed as he hit her G spot.

  “Mitchell!” she shouted, scratching his back and leaving marks as he pounded harder.

  “Come for me.” He panted, nibbling her ear.

  An instant later, he felt her climax. She screamed his name as he thrusted harder. The clenching of her walls against his dick sent shockwaves of pleasure through him. He in turn climaxed with her and held her tight as they both roared in ecstasy. Kissing her once more, he stared her in the eyes as his cell phone rang. Nevaeh saw the shift of expression on his face. Rolling off of her, he grabbed his cell and silenced it. Walking over to Nevaeh, he pulled her up and wrapped a sheet around her.

  “Go shower.” He said taking her face into his hands, and kissing her gently.

  She nodded before disappearing into his bathroom. Closing the door, she heard his cell phone ring again. Mitchell pressed the ignore button again before going over to his bed. Grabbing the sheets, he pulled them off the bed and threw them into the hamper. Putting a new bedspread on, he heard his phone ring again. Silencing it again, he slipped into the bathroom. Hoping into the shower, he surprised Nevaeh. The hot spray of water felt good against his skin. Grabbing the soap, he washed her back for her. After the soap ran off, he kissed the nape of her neck. She turned to him and they kissed.

  Mitchell took her into his arms as the hot water pounded over them. Nevaeh smiled as he held her in the shower.

  “I love you.” She whispered and he swallowed hard.

  Kissing her again, he avoided the words she’d just uttered and pushed her up against the wall. Lifting her up, she wrapped her legs around him. She looked down and saw he was already erect and ready to go again. She let out a strangled breath as she finally saw the true length of him. She couldn’t believe that had just been inside of her. Okay, that wasn’t true, she could still feel his imprint inside of her. He had definitely left his mark.

  On his body, and her heart.

  She stared into his sexy blue eyes and smiled.

  “Do you want me?” he asked looking up at her.

  “Mm hmm.” She replied kissing him again as he plunged deep inside of her yet again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Mitchell stared at himself in the mirror as he stood in the bathroom. It was funny how one night had seemed to change his whole life. From being cheated on by his fiancée, to sleeping with the woman he’d constantly fantasized about, he would say things were definitely different. But the thing was he was broken inside. Not only that, he was lost. For so long, he’d done everything to please his father, only to be laughed at. He never measured up to him in the ways that mattered. At least that’s how it seemed to everyone who knew him. They were all waiting to see him follow in the great Mather’s footsteps. But since he hadn’t, he was looked down upon.

  It left him feeling hallow.

  Nevaeh smiled as she walked up behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She was wearing his button up shirt, and boxers. Laying her head on his back, he sighed. She knew something was eating at him, she could see it when she looked him in the eyes. He was just so distant.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, still holding him from behind.

  “Nothing.” He replied swallowing hard.

  “You can talk to me.” She insisted as he grabbed her hands.

  “You’re sweet.” He chuckled, turning to her.

  Staring up into his eyes, she saw his façade. He was hiding something, and wasn’t very good at it. But she thought she knew what it was.

  “Do you regret us? What we did?” she blurted out, looking down disappointed.

  “No! God, no!” he said making her look up to him. “Last night with you was—it meant everything to me.” He replied flashing a half smile at her to try and cheer her up.

  “Then what is it?” she insisted as his cell phone rang for the umpteenth time.

  He’d been ignoring it all night and she just wished he would shut the damn thing off. But being that it could’ve been business, he had to leave it on. Mitchell groaned, and rolled his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

  “Is it her?” she whispered.

  His eyes shot up to her as he stalked past her out of the bathroom. Grabbing the phone, he silenced it yet again. Nevaeh followed him into the bedroom and sat on the bed. She knew the answer to that, and felt like an idiot. She’d let lust cloud her mind and slept with a soon to be married older man. She wasn’t stupid, but she needed to know why.

  “If you’re with her, why’d you make love to me?” she nearly cried.

  “Please—” he pleaded. “Don’t make me have this talk.”

  “I think we should, I deserve that don’t you think?” she asked looking up to him in tears.

  Walking over to her, he got on his knees and dried her eyes.

  “You have nothing to worry about.” He reassured.

  “But I do.” She sniffled. “You’re engaged.

  Sighing deeply, he ran his hand through his hair.

  “Was engaged.” He said clearly, looking up to her.

  “What do you mean was?” she asked, as she dried her tears.

  “Please just leave it be.” He begged.

  “Mitchell, tell me!” she insisted.

  “I broke it off! I would have never made love to you if I was still with Kate.” He said standing up.

  Looking up to him, she could see dismay in his eyes. She couldn’t tell if he was being completely truthful with her or not. But he was the one who always stopped things before they went too far, all because he was in a relationship. He had no reason to lie to her. She wanted to believe him whole heartedly because of the way they spent the night before. After making love to her in the shower, he carried her to the bed, and they had cuddled the whole night through. He held her tight and wouldn’t let her go.

  It was perfect.

  Sure there were no candles or rose pedals like she always dreamed of for her first time, but he had been perfect. He had been the gentleman she’d wished for, and he had worshipped every inch of her body. Kissing her gently, and caressing her in all the right places. Then, for him to cuddle her for the rest of the night had showed her that he thought of her as more than a cheap fuck.

  “Come here.” He said holding a hand out to her.

  Hesitating for a moment, she nibbled her bottom lip nervously. But looking up at him and looking into his sparkling blue eyes had caused her to trust him. Grabbing his hand, he gently tugged her upward off of the bed and walked her downstairs. She saw food lying out on the counter and smiled. He had obviously slipped out of bed while letting her sleep, to make breakfast. Yeah, he was as perfect as she would get to a Prince Charming, not that she was looking for one. He bypassed the kitchen, and took her outside to the deck where his pool was. She gasped at the sight in front of her.

  He had a perfect view of the mountains from where he was. Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist before lea
ning his chin on her shoulder.

  “Mitchell this is so beautiful.” She whispered, staring at the mountains as they reached into the sky and disappeared.

  “You really think so?” he asked, smiling at her comment.

  He had often tried to take Kate out to stare at the view, but she never found the beauty. They weren’t “captivating” enough for her. She referred to them as “huge rocks”, and never got why he would sit out there for hours to look at them. To have someone finally share his vision was refreshing.

  “Mm hmm.” She smiled. “I could sit out here and stare at them for hours and just talk to you.”

  Turning her to him, he tipped her chin upward before placing a gently kiss on her lips. Closing her eyes, she drank in the moment and etched it into her memory for another keepsake.

  “I don’t ever want this to end.” She said laying her head on his chest, and wrapping her arms around his waist.

  Mitchell just remained silent as he wrapped his arms back around her. Holding her tight, he stared out at the horizon. He didn’t want what they had to end either, but feared something would ultimately get in their way. In all of his life, happiness wasn’t something he knew a lot about. It was always ripped from him in the most unlikely of ways. He just wondered what would make this any different. They already had so many odds stacked against them, so he was just waiting for them to come crushing down.

  The doorbell suddenly jilted him out of his thoughts, and he shut his eyes tight. Here it was, sooner rather than later he was sure. Holding her tighter, he feared letting her go. The doorbell sounded again and she pulled away.

  “I’ll go upstairs, and get dressed in something while you get that.” She offered, getting on her tippy toes to kiss him.

  She wasn’t stupid and naïve, she knew keeping what they had under wraps was the best thing for them. Whoever was at the door was damn sure likely to ask more question than either of them would be willing to answer.