Free Wanted - Dead or Alive: A Bad Boy Outlaw Romance by Alyssa Alpha

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    Willa’s hands find their way to her hips, and she holds them there determinedly. She moves her neck from side to side, as if she’s gearing herself up for something, and that’s when it hits me. She’s about to dance. Here. On the stage. Right in front of all of these people.
    In front of me.
    Oh, shit…
    I shift in my seat, throwing the drink down my throat quickly. I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t think they did it this way. I glance around the room, noticing that there are only a couple of other guys here, so I guess it won’t even matter if Willa performs terribly.
    Not that I think she will.
    I know she’s innocent and sweet, but the way that she reacted to me last night was hot as hell. She might be cute, but there’s a sensual side of her; one that could really make this work.
    She steps up onto the stage, looking much more confident than I imagine she feels. I tap my fingers on the table, unsure of how I’m feeling.
    Then the beat starts.
    A random R&B tune blasts out of the stereo and I can see Willa zoning in her focus. She begins by lightly shaking her hips from side to side, and I’m instantly mesmerized. Nothing else even matters—the other guys, the bartender, even Nicolette…it all just vanishes from my mind as if the entire world has shrunk to just me and her.
    Willa’s shyness visibly begins to melt away, and her hands slowly start to travel up her body in sensual glides before running through her hair. The innocent air that she usually carries around her slips away and she becomes a sexy temptress, a Venus, a fucking goddess . Honestly, she takes my goddamned breath away.
    Her entire body begins to move in time with the music, and her tongue runs lightly along her lips. I shift forward in my seat, clutching hard onto the whiskey glass. This is officially the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I may have been to more than my fair share of strip clubs, but none of the girls have ever gotten me this fucking hard so quickly. I’m straining painfully against my jeans, and all I can think about is grabbing her, throwing her to the floor, and pushing my length inside of her tight pussy.
    I don’t know if it’s better or worse for my imagination that I know exactly what she feels like. Exactly what she’ll feel like when I finally do fuck her….
    I remember the orgasm rocking her body against my hand last night, and I recall the tremble that raced through her as she fell apart against me. It was such a powerful, earth-shattering moment that I almost wonder if that’s the first orgasm she’s ever had.
    I’m not used to that. The girls I’m normally with have experienced their sexuality fully and know exactly what they want. That makes some of them too bossy for my taste, but then again, I’m always fully aware that it’s never going to lead anywhere permanent. Even if we do fuck more than once, that’s all it’ll ever be.
    I’m not exactly the ‘settling down’ type…but fuck, Willa is making me question that right about now.
    Willa’s fingers deftly play at the hem of her T-shirt. She’s going to tug it off at any second, but she’s just teasing everyone first, and I take a second to glance around and quickly see that she has the attention of every damn person in the joint. It isn’t just me that sees her mesmerizing qualities. She’s fucking amazing, and now everyone knows it.
    The brunette catches my eye and flashes me a knowing wink as if to say, ‘I get it now’ . I gulp down the raging jealousy that’s pouring through me and turn back to watch Willa.
    Her top is now being casually tossed to the side as she moves effortlessly, and her feet glide across the stage towards a pole.
    Oh God, no…
    I don’t know if I can handle this anymore. My body is screaming at me to get up and pull her down; to stop her from showing too much of herself to the world, because that body of hers is for my eyes only. I want to take her in my arms and lay her on the floor before