Deep: The Complete Man Candy Trilogy Page 2

  It wasn't because he was sweet.

  I shook my head, dispelling the memory. That was so long ago. I would never make a fool of myself like that again.

  The MC was still talking, laying down the ground rules. No flash photography. No videos. Then he leaned towards our table and grinned.

  "I would say no touching ladies, but that wouldn't be any fun now would it?"

  He winked and the lights went out again.

  The lights came up and a guy wearing a cowboy outfit came out. He really hammed it up, posing and dancing for the crowd. Now I was laughing, it was so over the top. Eventually he took almost everything off. I stared at the floor, embarrassed by the bare bottom that was shaking right in front of our faces.

  After that the MC came back out and joked with the crowd. I was starting to relax a little bit, even have some fun. Each dancer who came out had a different theme.

  It was cheesy but once I got past the nudity, it was kind of fun. They were just being playful with the crowd. Every now and then one would come into the crowd and interact with a few of the women. So far, I'd avoided any contact.

  Shari had not.

  She was giggling as yet another dancer straddled her, rubbing his half naked body onto her. I had a strong suspicion she would be covered in glitter when we left. And she'd smell like tanning oil.

  Pina colada scented.

  I rolled my eyes and tried to find the waiter to bring me water. I was thirsty and the only thing to drink was yet another fruity cocktail. I was looking around for him when the MC said something that caught my attention.

  "So, I hear we have a bride to be in the audience?"

  I froze, afraid to look up. When I did, he was staring right at me.

  Oh no.

  Oh please God no.

  "We have something special for you tonight."

  As he spoke a man came out on stage. He didn't have any glitter on his body. He didn't need it.

  He still wore his aviator sunglasses. Other than that he just wore jeans and a tank top.

  I had a very strong feeling he would not be wearing them for long.

  The clothes, not the sunglasses.

  It was him. The dancer from the beginning. The hottest one.

  The star of the show.

  And he was coming straight for me.

  My heart was beating like a drum. I didn't notice the other dancers coming up behind me. My chair was lifted up into the air. I screamed, holding on for dear life. Around me the crowd was going crazy. I closed my eyes as they lowered the chair onto the stage.

  The music started. It was a slow, sexy song. The kind you heard in a movie when the two main characters were about to make love.

  Big, strong warm hands came down on my shoulders. They held me in place. It was a good thing too, because I was ready to run screaming from the theater. If I could have made myself move.

  His breath fanned my ear as he spoke.

  "Well, what do we have here?"

  Chapter Three

  Chandler

  I'd waited patiently while they carried the bachelorette onto the stage. This was the highlight of the show. The finale. Some lucky girl was about to get her mind blown.

  I felt an unusual sense of anticipation as I looked her over. I actually felt myself getting turned on. This was going to be a treat for both of us.

  She was absolutely gorgeous.

  Usually I'm just grinding up on bored housewives. This girl was young and pretty, beautiful even. Her body was incredible, even with that prissy little cardigan covering her up. Nothing could disguise those curves. Or the tiny waist. Or the long legs. Or the silky blond hair. Or her soft, flawless skin.

  Her face was classically beautiful from what I could tell. Perfect really. I just couldn't see her eyes. They were closed tightly as the other guys lowered the chair to stage.

  She looked nervous already. I laughed. She should be. She had no idea how real things were about to get.

  This was going to be fun.

  I started behind her. I pressed my cock into her back and ran my fingers through her hair. I leaned down and sniffed her neck, pressing a light kiss there.

  Jesus, she smelled good.

  My dick jumped in my jeans.

  That was good. The ladies loved to see the dancers with a semi. Or more.

  And I always aimed to please.

  I slid my hands down her arms, looking down at her. Such a pretty little thing. Her fingers gripped the edge of her seat for dear life.

  The poor girl looked terrified. But I loved it. There is nothing better than dancing up on a prude.

  I'd have her begging for more by the end of the song.

  And it was very, very long song.

  I was about to give her the experience of a lifetime. I was going to pull out all the stops. I was going to make this girl cum with this lap dance. Right here. Right now.

  I decided to go right for the bump and grind. No dancing. It was time to push her prim little skirt up and rub my cock all over her. It's what they all expected when they came to a place like this. What they wanted.

  Even if they didn't want to admit it to themselves.

  I faced her, my back to the audience. I did a little dance as I pulled my shirt off. I glanced over my shoulder and tossed it to the crowd while they screamed. Then I shimmied my jeans over my hips and very slowly, bent over to push them down.

  The ladies loved a good ass shot.

  I knelt in front of the girl. Her eyes were still closed. I started to feel a little bit guilty. I learned in and whispered to her again.

  "It's okay, we're just going to have fun. Just relax."

  Her eyes opened as I gripped her thighs, gently pressing them open to pull her against me.

  Aquamarine. The brightest blue green eyes I've even seen.

  I froze. So did she. We stared into each others eyes for a heartbeat. Her cherry red lips opened and I could see those perfect white teeth. Slightly bucked in the most adorable way.

  The most adorably familiar way.

  Caro.

  "Chan?"

  Her breath was fresh. Overly sweet from the fruity cocktails she's been drinking. I was in shock. But not in a bad way. In a good way. A very, very good way.

  Oh, this was fucking perfect.

  The most beautiful girl I'd ever met was splayed open for me, her creamy thighs under my eager hands. Carolina Murphy. The bane of my existence back home. She'd looked down her nose at me ever since the first day of Sunday School when we were five. She'd ignored me when I tried to get her attention in elementary school. She had led me on a merry chase by the time we were in high school.

  Then finally, one warm summer night before she left for college, she'd given me a taste of her lips.

  One taste.

  It was not even close to being enough.

  And then she'd cut me out completely. Poof. She was gone. I'd left too. But not for college, For this place.

  Miami.

  The Show.

  Now she was here. On my turf. And she was 100% at my mercy.

  Nobody iced me out that way. Nobody.

  I was going to get my revenge. My sweet, sweet revenge. I was going to show Little Miss Perfect what she'd missed out on all those years ago.

  Oh, it's on.

  "Yes Princess, it's me. Hold on tight."

  I grinned at the shocked look on her gorgeous face. Then I lifted her up, wrapping those creamy thighs around my hips. My semi became a full blown hard on in less than a second. She gasped as I lowered her to the ground.

  Then I went to work.

  She was squirming a bit, trying to avoid pressing against me. I almost laughed. That was not the way these dances worked. I was about to dry hump her into oblivion.

  I let my hands slide up and down her sides. Soothing, not startling her. I had a wild, precious creature on my hands and I wasn't about to give it a chance to get away.

  Not on my watch.

  Not on my life.

  Not ag
ain.

  She stilled beneath me, staring up at me in awe. In that instant I knew I had her. I had a split second of guilt at taking advantage of such a pristine young woman. Carolina was as pure as the driven snow.

  She was the quintessential good girl.

  She taught Sunday School for Christ's sake.

  She was saving herself for marriage.

  Everyone knew that.

  Nobody knew that better than I.

  But it didn't matter.

  At this moment, she was mine.

  At this moment, I owned her.

  I started to grind into her, my cock taking the lead.

  One. The first thrust felt like heaven.

  Two. My cock found her softness, and pressed in as far as it could go.

  Three. I groaned as my body took over completely. The audience disappeared. The lights.

  All that was there was the beat of the music.

  And her.

  My beautiful Caro.

  Again and again I drove forward. Circling my cock against her thin cotton panties. I felt my blood surge. My balls felt heavy. My chest scraped against her breasts with each thrust. My whole body was awake and alive.

  We might as well have been naked.

  We might as well have been fucking.

  We were fucking.

  She whimpered suddenly and I heard her whisper "Chan... please..."

  She wasn't asking me to stop.

  I did anyway.

  I needed more. I was going to fuck her, just not here. Not like this. She deserved more than that.

  I put her sweet little ass back into the seat. I grabbed my tie and used it to secure her hands behind her back. Her eyes were wide with questions as she sat there, not resisting me.

  Not yet.

  She looked like a deer in headlights. I knew I had ambushed her. I didn't care.

  The song wasn't even halfway over but I bowed anyway. The show was over. The public one anyway.

  There was no way in hell I was letting her get away from me again.

  There was just one little problem.

  She was here for her bachelorette party. Which meant... she was getting married. Soon.

  Fuck that.

  I decided I would deal with that later.

  I lifted her out of the chair and carried her backstage.

  Carolina

  Chan had been on top of me.

  Chan had done things I'd barely dared to dream about.

  He had done things I'd never even imagined.

  And now he was taking me somewhere. I was staring at him, barely noticing the backstage area. There were dancers in various states of undress. They were all staring at us as we passed.

  They looked surprised as heck.

  I knew I sure was.

  Not just surprised to be carried backstage through a strip club, which is pretty much the last place on Earth I would expect to be. Not just surprised to have my hands bound for the second time in one night.

  Surprised to see Chan after all these years.

  Surprised he could still make me feel things I shouldn't.

  Things I couldn't.

  Especially now.

  I almost laughed. After that one disastrous night when I'd let him kiss me, I'd vowed never to set eyes on Chandler Jacobs again.

  We were from the same tiny town in Georgia. Belonged to the same church. Gone to the same high school.

  I'd known him all my life. And I'd been fascinated by him for most of it too.

  He was fascinating. Charming. Charismatic. It was undeniable. And he knew it too.

  He was also a rule breaker. A bad boy. The opposite of everything I'd been raised to believe in.

  I wondered briefly why I was letting him do this to me. Whatever it was he was up to. For a moment I wondered if he knew what he was planning himself.

  But I was too distracted by the feel of his arms around me. I felt so safe and warm. I'd wanted to feel those arms around me for so long now.

  And I had to admit it.

  I was curious.

  More than a little.

  Chan stared down at me as he stopped in front of a door. His face was hard. Serious. He looked angry somehow. Or hungry.

  Maybe a bit of both.

  He rapped on the door. It opened, revealing the club MC.

  "I need privacy."

  The guy didn't even blink or hesitate. He just held up his hands and stepped out of the doorway. He was grinning when he did.

  "It's all yours, man."

  Chan carried me inside and shut the door.

  There was a dark leather couch along one wall. I eyed it nervously as he carried me towards it. He laid me down carefully, leaning over me. His hand brushed my hair out of my face.

  "Hello there, Princess."

  "Don't call me that."

  "Sorry sweetheart. But the name suits you. Always has."

  He leaned forward to kiss me and I turned my head, suddenly afraid. What scared me wasn't that he was trying to kiss me. What scared me was that I'd wanted him to.

  But he didn't have to know that. I could keep my dignity intact. I would insist that he untie me. That he stop doing all those delicious things to my body.

  Stop making me feel.

  His lips brushed my ear. His breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck as he took tiny little nips of my skin. I whimpered a bit as his teeth grazed my neck. He chuckled knowingly.

  That laugh was like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. He was making fun of me. Silly little Carolina. Goodie two shoes. Prude.

  "Untie me, Chan. This is silly."

  His fingers slid up my thighs. I realized my skirt was hiked up almost to my panties. I stopped being indignant. I stopped thinking completely.

  "Silly?"

  I was breathing heavily, trying to focus on what I'd been saying.

  "Chan... don't."

  He stopped immediately, staring at me with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

  "Untie me Chan."

  "Okay Princess. I'll untie you if-"

  "If what?"

  "If you come out with me tonight."

  I rolled my eyes at him.

  "It's already midnight."

  He grinned at me.

  "You actually live in Miami right?"

  I nodded.

  "I'm a school teacher."

  He threw his head back, laughing.

  "Of course you are."

  He tilted his head to the side, looking me over. Inspecting me. I swallowed nervously, wondering what he was thinking. What he thought of me.

  Not that it mattered.

  "Come out."

  "Why?"

  "Let me kiss you."

  "No, Chan. Stop being crazy."

  "How is wanting to kiss you crazy?"

  I rolled my eyes, scooting back. I started trying to tug my wrists apart. The tie was soft but I still couldn't pull it loose. I felt ridiculous. But safe. I knew Chan wouldn't hurt me.

  He might be a player but he wasn't dangerous. I'd even thought of him as my friend. Before he'd made a fool of me.

  "Kiss me."

  I looked up at him, exasperated.

  "I'm getting married. Besides, you don't really want to kiss me."

  He leaned forward. My breath caught at the look in his eyes.

  "I've wanted to kiss you for 20 years."

  He leaned forward. For a minute I thought he was going to go against his word and kiss me anyway. My eyes lowered to his lips as he came closer and closer. Then he stopped.

  He stared into my eyes as he reached behind me to untie me.

  "At least twenty years."

  Then he did something that I did not like at all.

  He took a picture of me.

  Chapter Four

  Chandler

  I slid my phone into my pocket. Carolina was staring at me with a look of righteous indignation. I grinned at her unrepentantly.

  "What did you do that for?"

  I shrugged.

 
"Insurance."

  My cock was so hard it hurt. But I could tell it wasn't happening. Not now.

  But maybe later.

  Caro was the opposite of easy pickings. But I was advanced. An expert at what I did. I knew I could break down her defenses with enough time.

  "Insurance for what?"

  "Insurance that you'll come out with me tonight."

  Her jaw dropped. She probably thought I was above blackmailing her. She was wrong.

  I threw my arm around her shoulders casually. Time to set the trap. Set her mind at ease.

  A good hunter knew better than to flush their prey too early.

  "So, how've you been Princess?"

  She rolled her eyes at me and stood, throwing my arms off her shoulders.

  "Don't pretend you care, Chan."

  She tried to walk past me but I stopped her, pressing her against the wall. I used my arms to keep her boxed in. She tried to duck under them but I grabbed her, forcing her to look into my eyes.

  "Oh, but I do care."

  "Give me a break Chan. I'm not fooled."

  I stared at her. Time to try a new approach. Guilt.

  "Don't you want to know how I'm doing? Me being an old family friend and all."

  Her mouth opened in surprise. The Prom Queen having less than perfect manners? Oh, fuck yeah I was calling that out.

  There was a loud knocking at the door. I grabbed the handle to keep it from turning. I didn't move an inch from where I was standing over her.

  "Carolina darling, you in there?"

  "She'll be right out."

  "Are you okay hon?"

  "I'm - I'm fine Shari."

  I let my fingers explore the silky skin of her neck. She was staring at me, breathing heavily. Oh yeah, I was getting to her.

  Whether she wanted to admit it or not.

  "You didn't answer my question."

  Her eyes were glazed over and confused. It was adorable. It was also sexy as fuck. I bet she'd look like that during sex. I couldn't wait to find out.

  "What question?"

  "Don't you want to know how I've been?"

  "Yes. I mean. Of course I want to know you that are doing well, Chan."

  "Perfect. We can talk over drinks."

  I grinned at her and slid my arm around her waist. She was like putty in my hands. If only her friends weren't on the other side of the door... we could have had some real fun.