Page 9 of Built for Her Love

We could only work so fast. Any faster, and we risked making mistakes or injuring ourselves or someone else. And that couldn’t happen. Safety was our utmost priority. Always.

After lathering my hair with shampoo, I scrubbed my scalp, making sure I got all the dust and dirt out. I imagined Athena’s hands running over my scalp like they had over the weekend when we showered together, the tender way she took care of me. I groaned, my dick hardening, and with a slick hand, I began to stroke myself, imagining feasting on her perfect tits as she scraped her perfectly manicured nails against my scalp.

I groaned, leaning back against the wall, letting the water run over me as her curvy body came to life in my mind. She would be soaked, her thighs slick with her need for me. My fingers would delve between her thighs, sinking into her tight cunt as I thumbed at her clit. Her legs would tremble just like they always did, and she would breathily moan my name, a plea for more.

I moaned her name as my cum spurted from my cock, leaking onto the floor beneath me. The water washed it away, and I sagged, breathing in deeply.

Fuck, I really needed to see her.

Groaning, I slipped back beneath the water and began to wash my body, my dick still half-hard despite me just getting off.

* * *

The club was busier than normal when I stepped inside, and I cringed. I fucking hated crowds, and I usually made a point of being here before other people showed up so I wouldn’t have to make my way through people. I was claustrophobic, and I didn’t like being touched unless it was people I trusted or I gave explicit permission to someone to do so.

Chelsea waved at me and pointed to the back booth I normally sat in,RESERVEDscrawled on a small topper. I strode over to it, going out of my way to avoid brushing against anyone. Once I was seated, I looked toward the stage.

Athena was dancing, and she hadn’t noticed me yet. My dick plumped at the sight of her. Her tits were bare, and the only thing covering her cunt was a tiny scrap of lacy, blue fabric. I clenched my jaw when I saw all of the men panting after her, but at least they were throwing money at her, so she was getting paid.

I didn’t like other men seeing what belonged to me, but this was her job, and I would never force her to change it.

Chelsea handed me a glass and placed a bottle of my favorite whiskey on the table. “You look like you’re going to rip apart every man looking at her,” she said. She pointed her finger at me, her eyes narrowed. “Do not make a scene, Seb. Iwillcall Adler to drag your ass out of here.”

I nodded once in understanding. She slipped away, leaning over an older man in his mid-fifties, whispering something into his ear that had him grinning and nodding. She strutted back off to the bar, and I focused back on the stage just as Athena stepped down and straddled a man’s lap, her tits pressing against his face. It was clear she still hadn’t noticed me because I knew by now that she would have immediately made her way to my table.

My vision tinted red, and I clenched my jaw. Snarling, I poured myself a drink. Coming here this late was a bad fucking idea, apparently. It was too crowded for her to pick me out, even if I was sitting in the same spot.

I quickly downed every bit of liquid in the glass before pouring another glass full, drinking that down, too, my angry gaze focusing on Athena who was grinding on that fucker’s lap like her life depended on it.

When he broke the fucking rules and licked her nipple, making her jerk back from him in horror, her green eyes wide in alarm, I was out of my seat in a flash. Chelsea shouted my name, and Athena snapped her wide eyes up to mine, her eyes widening in shock. She quickly got up right before I grabbed the fucker and wrenched him out of his seat.

“Seb!” Athena yelled, gripping my arm. I shrugged her off, shoving the asshole against the stage, leaning him back over it.

“What the fuck, man?!” the guy yelled at me, red coloring his face. He was pissed, and he shoved at me, trying to get me off of him, but I easily had a good fifty pounds on him.

“You had no fucking right to touch her,” I snarled in his face. Athena was pulling on my cut, yelling my name. Chelsea was shouting at me, but she didn’t dare come close. Chelsea had seen enough fights in this club break out to know getting between one was never a good decision.

“I paid for her!” he yelled at me.

My fist connected with his face so fucking hard, I knocked one of his teeth loose. He spit it in my face, and I lost my shit. I shrugged Athena off of me, and everything went dark. I wasn’t aware of a single fucking thing I was doing, but when my jaw roughly hit the floor, I blinked, the room coming back into focus.

The asshole who had licked my woman was lying unconscious on the floor, his face barely recognizable. Athena was shaking and sobbing in Chelsea’s arms. Two officers had me pinned to the floor, and multiple phones were out to record me.

“Mother fucker,” I snarled, shutting my eyes.

One of the officers began reading me my Miranda rights. I forced my eyes open and looked up at Athena, trying to convey how fucking sorry I was. I never meant to scare her. I never wanted her to see this part of me—that part of me that was uncontrollable. The monster I kept locked away.

It didn’t surprise me that she was the one who’d been able to make him come out to play. And it wasn’t even her fault. She’d just been working. She hadn’t asked that son of a bitch to touch her.

She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Chelsea was silently crying as well as the officers wrenched me to my feet, pulling roughly on my arms. One of them had a bloody lip, and the other was sporting a broken, bleeding nose. I cringed.

Fuck. This wasn’t going to easily go away. I had a clean record, but this was too many charges to get off easy on. Looking around me, I surveyed the damage. I’d broken two tables. Numerous glasses were shattered. I’d clearly assaulted two officers, and three paramedics were working on strapping the fucker I’d attacked to a gurney to get him to the hospital.

“I called Adler,” Chelsea told me as the officers shoved me through the crowd.

I nodded once, fixing my eyes on the floor. Athena’s hand brushed my arm, and I swung my eyes to look at her, surprised at her touch. She hiccupped, her lips trembling. I fucking hated myself at that moment. I never wanted to upset her like this.

“I’m still here,” she whispered, her voice cracking in several places, shattering my fucking heart.