Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Chapter Five
WILL
Drunk from dinner, Clarke jumped up on the bar at Coyote Ugly, which shocked the hell out of everyone. I knew there was a party girl hidden inside her somewhere, and she was in full force and ready to play.
I should have talked her into getting down from the bar, especially after she garnered a small fanbase. The bar was hosting an amateur dance contest, one Clarke apparently wanted to win.
She was so fucking wasted I doubted she had any idea she was half naked in front of dozens of drunk guys. So I stood beneath her, with a fistful of twenties in my hand and a drink in the other. I kept the assholes away from her, shoving another twenty down her shirt as she bent down and shook her big tits.
I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and drag her back to my hotel room like a caveman. From the moment she got on the plane in Philadelphia, I thought about fucking her senseless. I hated that I’d missed her after her move to Washington, D.C. Loathed how much I craved the feisty brunette. She was the only woman with a stronghold over me.
Clarke dropped lower on the bar, balancing her weight on the balls of her feet. She smashed her tits together for me to stuff more money down her shirt. This was not the Clarke I knew. But I liked this side of her. She was wild and uninhibited and making my cock rock hard.
My hands lingered as I stuffed another bill between her perky tits “Get down,” I yelled with my hand extended.
She shook her head. “Not until the song ends.”
“You want to win a stupid contest? Dance for me. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I was joking, but not really. Because I would have given any amount of money to have Clarke ride me the way she was grinding her body against the bar pole. There were other girls dancing on the bar with her, but none of them turned me into an animal.
My heart slammed into my chest with each shake of her hips. Clarke didn’t keep her promise. She continued to dance, one song after another, driving me fucking insane with her delicious curves.
I pounded beers like they were water. Occasionally, Clarke swiped a drink from the bar and downed the contents. I ordered her rounds of melon ball shots to keep her happy.
A few drinks later, my head spun from the alcohol, a nice buzz that would carry me to the next phase of our night. We were going to the strip club. I’d arranged for us to have a private room to ourselves, and it cost a pretty fucking penny. I didn’t care if I had to drag Clarke from the bar and bring her with us.
A hand clamped down on my shoulder. Hand balled into a fist, I turned to face them, relieved to see Liam West. “You ready to bounce? This place is beat.”
“Yeah. Help me get Clarke off the bar. She won’t listen to me. Maybe you can sweet talk her into leaving.”
He flashed a devious grin, then glanced up at Clarke. “This one has claws.”
I followed his line of sight. “Don’t I know it.”
He approached the bar with caution and beckoned Clarke with his index finger. She bent down to speak to him. They talked for a few seconds before Clarke laughed. She looked so damn sexy when she stripped away her resting bitch face and actually smiled.
Liam could charm the panties off a nun. He was the typical college star turned NHL star, who also looked like he was Leonardo DiCaprio’s younger, more athletic brother. Girls flocked to him even faster than me. But he still wasn’t over his ex-fiancée, who he found fucking the best man in a coat closet in the church before his wedding.
For the past few months, he’d been on the warpath to destroy his life. Fast cars, close encounters with the police, and even binge drinking after games had almost gotten his ass kicked off the Flyers. But I was no better, because I was right there with him. Our team manager was ready to trade both of us to another team.
Ethan tapped me on the shoulder. “Mia’s tired and wants to go back to the room. Is Clarke coming with us?”
I scanned the crowd. “Did Mia leave already?”
“No.” Ethan pointed his finger toward the back of the bar. “She’s right there, waiting for the verdict.”
“I doubt Clarke wants to go to bed,” I shouted over the rock song blaring through the speakers. “Look at her, bro. Even Liam can’t talk her sweet ass down from that bar.”
I raised my hand and waved Mia over. She gave me a reluctant smile and made her way through the crowded bar.