Smoking Gunn

Captain Codpiece

Jason stood on a chair and scanned the hooting and hollering crowd. "She's at the bar."

Using her flame-colored hair to guide me through the mob, I shoved guys out of my way to get to her.

Someone bought her a drink and she took it, giving him that gorgeous smile, but it disappeared when she saw me.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Fucking brilliant, dumbass.

Her eyebrow arched and she looked down her nose at me. "I already have one."

I snatched the fruity concoction from her and downed it, slapping the empty glass on the bar. "How 'bout now?"

Her lips pressed together in a firm line, but her eyes flickered.

Oh yeah. She wants me.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Max Gunn, frontman for the country's hottest rock band, Gunn." Damn it, she doesn't know that? Some idiot tapped me on the shoulder, and I gave him a nasty snarl, but he shoved my CD under my nose and asked for an autograph. I apologized and signed it, holding it at an angle so Blaze got a real good look at my face on the cover. "What's your real name, baby?"

"This is my stage. These are my fans. You...!" Her fiery gaze burned up and down my body, lingering at the leather-covered bulge at my crotch. "You are not wanted here."

"I doubt that."

"You invaded my territory."

"I'd like to." I grinned at her thighs.

She rolled her eyes and slid off the barstool, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her close. Her heart pounded against me, and her nipple poked my chest through her tight top. "I want a lap dance."

"There are plenty of girls to choose from." She shook me off and strode toward the table Jason had claimed. A cluster of giddy women and drooling men followed us.

I stepped in her path and she bounced off me. "I choose you."

A conceited smile touched her lips. "I'm not surprised." Her fingers slid over my chest as she walked around me, swinging those sexy hips as if daring me to grab them. I reached for her, but she turned and plunked down on Jason's lap. He laughed when I scowled at him.

She perched on his knees. "But I only dance for men I like." Those long legs wrapped around my brother's thighs, and she rubbed her ass against his crotch. "I don't like you."

"Bullshit." The hell she doesn't.

Her tempting smile faded, but it flickered in her eyes, and her perky nipples teased me from under her thin shirt.

"And I don't dance if I don't get paid." She leaned back against Jason and waited.

He groaned. "Pay the woman, asshole."

I pulled a fifty-dollar bill from my pocket and tossed it on her lap.

She kept her eyes on my face as she spread her legs. Her skirt slid up to her waist, and I caught a glimpse of her glistening pink pussy as she tucked the bill under her G-string. She stood and looked me in the eye while she stripped off her top and her skirt, waiting for the next song to start. As soon as the music changed, she untied her bikini and revealed those gorgeous tits.

My heart pounded and my breath stopped. Damn it, I could cop a feel of her amazing breasts if everyone in the place—including half a dozen bouncers—would back off. She fucking knew it too.

Blaze laughed and bent over Jason, dragging her boobs in his face while her ass wiggled in front of me. In her stripper heels, she matched my height and her perfect peach ass lined up with my hard cock. I could fuck her right there. Wouldn't be the first time I got laid in public.

I grabbed my belt buckle, but she turned and spread her legs over Jason's lap, bending back and letting her hair fall over his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his ear and whispered something.

He laughed and glanced at me.

Why the fuck was he looking at me when her beautiful breasts bounced just inches from his face? Dumbass.

She flipped over, flinging a graceful leg across his thighs and sitting on his erection, pushing his hands away when they landed on her hips. Couldn't blame the guy for trying. She leaned back, her enticing nipples nearly touching his chin while she pumped her pussy back and forth, fucking him through his pants.

My jealous dick stretched my zipper to its limit while I watched her dry hump my damn brother. They talked to each other, but the club's music pounded so loud I couldn't hear a word. He smiled and nodded, and she kissed his cheek when the song and her dance ended.

She stood and picked up her bikini top. "Thank you, sweetie." She smiled at Jason and let him put a couple dollars in her G-string.

"My turn." My fingers brushed her thigh—her ass—and five snarling bouncers appeared and surrounded me. I raised my hands and they backed up a step, but they kept watching. Another guy pushed between Blaze and me and asked me to autograph his beer bottle. I signed it without looking.

"Nope." She rolled her eyes and pulled up her skirt. "I won't dance for you."

"Why the hell not?"

But she shoved her way through the crowd, stomping off toward the back.

I signed something else for someone and gave my marker to Jason. "Keep them busy." That flaming hair led me to a heavy door with a big Employees Only sign right smack in the middle of it. I slapped my hand on the meaningless words and shoved.

"Whoa, Captain Codpiece. Pay no attention to the strippers behind the curtain."