Sin wagon an age gap rom.., p.1
Sin Wagon : An Age Gap Romance, page 1
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To all the NICU and PICU parents.
I see YOU. I was you.
Now read this smut like a good little girl.
Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
Afterword
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Also by Cassie Lein
Foreword
This book contains scenes that may not be suitable for all readers.
Graphic Sex
Swearing
NICU baby
Heart Issue w/ newborn
Parental Abuse (Verbal)
Tabooish (no blood relations but they’re step)
Chapter 1
WELLS
Today has been a shitshow, and I need a stiff drink. Whipping my Audi into the parking lot of Hidden Gems, I park and get out. Might as well check out the competition while I’m in town and already pissed off. If this place is as good as people claim, it’ll only be kicking a guy when he’s down. Hell, it can only go up from there, right?
I show my ID at the door and head inside to the main part of the club. The smell of coconut hits me, burning my nose. I'm not sure if it's purposeful, but it's a bit much. Heading deeper inside, I see a bunch of chairs around the main stage with stairs on either side leading to stadium seating with a smaller stage and tables.
Climbing the steps to the right, I sit at an empty one and let my gaze wander. “Hey, baby, what can I get you?” A cute server walks up, wearing a black and gold leotard and stilettos.
“Give me an Old Fashioned light ice,” I tell her, sliding my card to her. “Start me a tab if you would.”
“Coming right up, doll.” She grabs it and heads toward the bar.
The lights flash blue and white as the music dies down. “Ladies and gentlemen, next to the main stage we have Opal!” Succubus by NIGHTMAER pounds through the speakers and the sexiest woman I think I’ve ever laid eyes on takes the stage.
Her stick straight blonde hair goes down to her mid-back. Her eyes shine brightly from across the stage when the spotlights reflect off them. I can't tell what color they are from where I'm sitting, but I know they are beautiful. She walks to the stage and starts moving to the beat, wearing nothing but a bright red, heart-shaped backless crop top and black leather skirt.
When the chorus hits and the bass picks up, she grabs the pole and starts her combo. Middle of the road as far as pole dancing skill goes, but only someone who also owns clubs would know that. She does an outside step and spins around before transitioning to a pirouette. She finishes with an e pose to a straight leg spin with a butt swivel.
The crowd cheers as she sensually pushes her skirt down, revealing a black latex looking thong. Lying on the stage, she puts her legs in the air and claps her pleasers together twice before flipping to her knees and crawling across the stage. Bills rain down as she unlaces her top and licks her lips.
Her full tits fall free and I clench my glass, my fingers gripping it so tightly my knuckles turn white. My heart races, each beat pulsing through my veins as I watch her. Heat spreads through my body, making my breath quicken. Every move she makes has me captivated, and I shift in my seat, adjusting my hard cock.
I watch my girls dance every day. Hell, I interview and audition some of the best—I’d like to think, and my cock has never even twitched. But at this moment? He’s at full mast, pressing against my slacks.
I order another drink while I watch her finish her set, grab her money and clothes, before heading off-stage. This time when my server brings my drink, I have something else I want. “How does one get a private dance here?”
“You just tell me what dancer you want a private with, and I’ll escort you to a room and have your girl meet you there. You pay her when she arrives and tip when she’s done. Did you have a dancer in mind?”
“Opal,” I tell her, taking a sip of my drink.
“Perfect. She’s one of our top dancers. If you follow me, I’ll get you into a room.” She motions for me to come with her, so I grab my Old Fashioned and follow her down the stairs, toward the back behind the stage.
We walk to the left of the stage down a hallway lined with doors that have lights above them. Some are lit up red and some green. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that’s the occupied or vacant system they use. We use something similar, but it’s all on an iPad each server has with them to take orders.
“This is you. Opal will be right in. She is just freshening up.” She pushes the door open, allowing me to enter, and closes it behind me.
While I wait for the captivating woman to join me, I take a seat on the plush velvet emerald sofa and look around. It’s dimly lit like the rest of the club, but the walls are cream with glitter in the paint, it looks like. The decor is minimal and everything is gold or emerald.
Three knocks on the door before it opens slowly. The blonde steps in and I inhale deeply, taken aback by how stunning she is now that I can fully appreciate her up close. From my seat, I couldn’t see that she had a septum piercing or eyes the color of a four-leaf clover. I also recognize that she’s young, probably just old enough to work here.
“Hey, baby. Thanks for requesting a dance. What’s your name?” she purrs, closing the door behind her and stepping to the screen beside the door, where I’m assuming they pick their music.
“Wells.” God damn, her ass is perfect—full and perky, and ready to take a bite out of.
“What brings you to town, Wells?”
“Business,” I tell her, watching as she picks her music and struts toward me, her hips swaying.
Lapdance by N.E.R.D. begins and I chuckle at her choice, given the situation. Opal stands in front of me with her chest leaning in my direction and slowly lowers herself onto my lap. Instinctively, my arms wrap around her waist, cupping her ass cheeks.
She places her arms around my neck while moving her body up and down, grinding against my dick. Looking up at her, she brings her lips close to mine like she’s about to connect them, but pulls back at the last second.
My breath hitches and I want more. She pushes away, standing once more between my legs, and begins caressing up and down her body sensually. When she gets back to her skirt, she pushes it down her legs so slowly, it’s painful.
In one quick movement, she’s back on my lap with my hands cupping her ass. She leans back, her hair almost touching the floor, and her hands slide behind her. When she snaps back up, she pulls her bra off, revealing her full tits and their pretty dusty pink pierced nipples.
Fuck! I’m hard as hell. I’m not small, so I know when she grinds against me, she feels it rubbing her core. I’ve gotten dozens of lap dances in my thirty-eight years and none of them got me as worked up as Opal.
The song finishes, and she slowly stands, smiling as she grabs her discarded items. “Shit, I forgot to get the dance money beforehand.”
“That’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you all now.” I reach into my back pocket, pull out my wallet, and hand her three hundred-dollar bills. “Keep it.”
“That’s way too much. The dance is only seventy-five, then a tip,” she tells me.
“You were worth every penny, sweetheart.” I smirk and pray this stiffy goes down soon, so I can leave the room. I feel like a goddamn teenager.
“You’re actually my last dance of the night. At least let me buy you a drink,” she offers, fastening her bra behind her back.
“I’ll take you up on that offer.”
“Meet you at the bar. Give me ten minutes to put normal clothes on, yeah?”
Chapter 2
DELILAH
This was not how I planned to spend my night. I wanted to come to work for a few hours, make some money, and then go home to my vibrator and bed. But when my girl Ruby said some rich-looking man in a suit was asking for a private dance, I jumped all over that shit. Older men always tip better than younger dudes and you rarely have to work as hard.
When I got in the
Which is exactly how I find myself in the alley behind the club, pressed against the bricks of Hidden Gems. One drink led to another, then another, and the night flew by as Wells flirted and made me laugh. So when he offered to walk me to my car after last call, I accepted.
“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he murmurs as his lips crash on mine.
Our tongues swirl around one another as he tastes me. Wells’ hands move under my top to my breasts and he cups them. His thumbs graze my hardened nipples, and he groans when he feels my barbells.
“Touching is even better than seeing.”
“More,” I pant as I grind against him like a cat in heat.
It’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm I didn’t give myself, so if he’s willing, I want it; now. Sliding my hands to his slacks, I make quick work of the button, shoving my hand inside and wrapping my hand around his cock.
Fuck, he’s huge.
I firmly pump his shaft, running my thumb over his tip, collecting his pre-cum to use as more lubricant. “I don’t have a condom. But I got tested a month ago. I’m good,” he whispers against my lips.
“I don’t care. It’s routine to be tested for the club and I’m good.” Not exactly smart, but I don’t care. He’s sexy as fuck. I’m horny as hell, and I can get a Plan B tomorrow.
He hesitates for a moment before he grabs me, picks me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, and rips my panties off.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
Praise Jesus for skirts.
Grabbing his dick with one hand, he slides his mushroom head through my folds and I hiss at the contact.
“So wet for me, pretty girl,” he praises, his voice low and filled with approval. I whimper in response, my body aching with the need for him inside me. I can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he looks down at me, his smile widening. He positions his tip at my center and drives forward in one hard thrust.
“Fuck!” I cry, dropping my head back against the cool bricks as he bucks up into me repeatedly.
My heels dig into the ass of his slacks, desperate for more, pushing him to go faster, harder. I want it all.
“God damn, you’re tight baby,” he compliments through clenched teeth.
He brings his right hand to my clit and rubs in circular motions. I know I won’t last much longer with his tip hitting my sweet spot.
“I’m close,” I whine and he groans, nipping at my neck.
“Come, baby. Come on my cock.” He pinches my clit hard and I scream my release.
I’m sure everyone on the surrounding streets can hear us, but I can’t find it in me to care.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he mumbles and his hips snap against me before he stills and I feel his hot cum filling me.
When his cock stops twitching and his balls are empty, he slowly pulls out and sets me down on my own two feet. I wobble on shaky legs like a newborn deer learning to walk.
“Easy, Little Doe.” He grabs my biceps, steadying me.
“Thanks.” I giggle, straightening my skirt and top before smoothing my hair down in the back.
I can already tell it’s going to be a nightmare to comb out from the rubbing against the bricks and even with my shirt on, I can feel some burning on my back. Worth it.
He grabs my panties he ripped off and shoves them in his pocket before tucking his cock away and buttoning his slacks.
“Come back to my hotel with me. I don’t leave ‘til morning and I’ve not had my fill of you yet.”
My mouth opens to say hell to the fucking yes, but his phone rings. He holds up a finger, and pulls his phone from his pocket, answering it.
I turn my back to him so as not to eavesdrop and pull mine out, sending a text to my bestie, Derek, telling him all about tonight and that I’ll call him in the morning to give him all the details, cause I’m about to go back to Wells’ hotel.
“Going to have to take a rain check, Little Doe,” Wells says.
I turn to face him, my brow furrowing as I try to make sense of the situation. My eyes search his face, looking for clues. I tilt my head slightly, my mouth opening just enough to express my concern.
“Is everything alright?” I ask
“Yeah. Family stuff. Put your number in here and I’ll call you. I want to see you again.” He hands me his phone and I take it, saving my number under Opal. We’ve not covered what my legal name is. He’s called me Opal all night and now Little Doe.
“You better call, Wells. I’m not the type to sit around and pine for some man who says he’ll call and never does.” I grab the purse I discarded on the ground and turn, heading to my car.
“Oh, I plan on doing more than just calling, Little Doe,” he retorts. I chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up as I walk away.
When I get back to my apartment, I drag my ass to the shower to wash the yuck of the club off, and the cum still between my thighs. Not my classiest moment, but ya girl is twenty-one, so I don’t much care. Hurrying through the routine of washing my body and hair, I step out, wrap a towel around me, and pad into my bedroom.
The clock on the nightstand says four AM. No wonder I’m exhausted. I throw on a baggy t-shirt and use the same towel that was on my body to knot around my hair and climb into my bed. Barely getting my charger plugged into my phone before I’m out cold, dreaming of Wells and his massive dick making me come over and over again.
I wake up to my phone ringing incessantly and groan, fumbling for it with my eyes still closed.
“Hello,” I rasp, holding it to my ear.
“Delilah! What are you doing? I’ve called at least four times now,” my mother’s nasally voice pierces my ear and I wince.
“I was sleeping, Mom. I worked late,” I tell her without thinking and immediately know I fucked up.
“Where are you working? Still at that club being a whore, aren’t you? Where else would you be if you had to work so late that you slept until three PM? I raised you better than this.”
“Yes, Mother, I know. I’m still a disappointment. Whatever will you do? Shall I come home and lay across your knee for a good spanking?” I snap.
This is how it is with us; I’m not sure why we even still talk at all. Maybe it’s just the bond of mother and daughter or more than likely, it’s Claudia loving to shove her opinions and disapproval down my throat. She gets off on it, I’m sure of it. Maybe I get off on the pain? I mean, why else wouldn’t I just block her ass?
“Oh, don’t be so crass, Delilah. I just don’t see why you want to work in such a lowly place. You are a young lady. It’s bad enough that you dress the way you do and have that bull ring. Now you add that job on top of it? You’ll never find a respectable young man if you continue like this.”
“Mother, I don’t want a respectable young man. I’m just fine being me right now and figuring out life for myself.” If only she knew that there was a very not young man deep inside me last night. She’d probably drop dead right there in her living room, gawking at her neighbors as she talks on the phone like she always does.
“You’re impossible! Well, I was calling because Daddy is sending me on a blind date tonight. Can you believe it? A blind date at my age. And set up by my daddy at that?” She squeals like a middle schooler and I roll my eyes while trying not to gag at the fact that my mother calls my grandpa Daddy. She is fifty years old, it’s just gross.
“That’s really fucking weird, Mother.” I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom to take my anxiety meds.
“Language, Delilah! I’m aware it’s a bit strange, but Daddy thinks it will be a good alliance for the company. He’s taking me to Lina’s, which is a little low-budget for a first date, in my opinion, but Daddy said he’s quite the catch. You know, at my age, beggars can’t be choosers.” She fakes a laugh and my eyes roll so far in the back of my head, I worry they'll get stuck.
