Nolan by Lane Hart, D.B. West

Chapter Six

Nolan

Since it’s been over twelve hours since I last saw Rita at lunch and I’ve missed her, I decide to head into the club for the last hour before closing time.

It’s a Friday night, which means Abel and Hugo are with me, willing to pay way too much money to get Felicity in a private room again.

“Why not just wait until she gets off tonight?” I ask them when we find one of the few empty tables in the back. Guess the rest of the men want to be near the stage to see the tits up close and personal. Since that’s not why we came, we don’t mind the dark corner.

“You mean why pay to have her grind on our laps when she will do it for free later?” Abel asks.

“Yeah. It’s a waste.”

“It’s the forbidden and doing it in a public place,” Hugo explains. “She’s not supposed to touch our dicks, so enticing her to do it is part of the fun.”

“What he said,” Abel agrees with a nod. “She’s a sexy little thing who every man in here wants.” When I raise my brow, he amends that statement. “Fine, almost every man in here wants her and can’t have her the way we get to. Sure, she’ll dance for them and shake her tits in their face, but she wants us to fuck her brains out. At the same time.”

“Amen, brother,” Hugo mutters, offering Abel a fist bump across the table.

“If you weren’t so hung-up on the redhead, Felicity would be up for a four-way.”

“No fucking thank you,” I mutter since sharing a woman has never been my style. Especially not a woman like the stripper. No, I much prefer the beautiful, hardworking waitress who doesn’t give in to cash so easily.

I think that’s the reason why I kept offering her more money to dance for me after the manager said she could if she wanted for the right price.

There wasn’t a right one for Rita.

Thank fuck.

I don’t like my Harleys rode hard by every asshole in town, and the same goes for my women. Unlike Hugo and Abel, who like the dirtiest chicks they can find.

No, if Rita had agreed to dance for me for a grand, I would’ve enjoyed the hell out of it, but I wouldn’t have laid a finger on her. Since she wouldn’t, it made me want her even more.

Speaking of my woman, the place is so busy that Rita didn’t see us come in, and there were no seats available in her half of the club. The other waitress asked if I wanted her to trade, but I told her no thanks. I’m not going to bother the woman while she’s working, knowing how much she needs the tip money.

After Felicity finishes her dance to “Sex Type Thing,” the guys take off. I’m content sipping on my bottle of beer alone while watching Rita rush around from table to table, a pleasant enough smile on her face when she speaks to customers. When she turns away, though, I see her wince, figuring her feet are probably killing her.

Tonight, I’ll rub them for her and any other part of her body that hurts. That is, if she hasn’t changed her mind about inviting me over.

Everything is going great until last call around two a.m. when the men still here are all too drunk to leave. One of them, a twenty-something frat boy sitting with three of his buddies, tucks a tip down the front of Rita’s dress. And if that had been all that he did, it would’ve been fine. But then, he stupidly thought it afforded him the opportunity to give her tit a squeeze.

Before I even realized I had stood up, I’m halfway across the room, yanking the kid up by his polo shirt.

“Nolan!” Rita exclaims in surprise.

“Apologize to her now or I’ll cut that wandering little hand of yours off,” I warn him through gritted teeth.

“S-sorry, ma’am.”

“Now you need to get the fuck out of here.” I give him a shove toward the entrance, but then his drunken friends find their balls and decide to stand up for him.

“Nolan, stop,” Rita says over the music. “You’re going to get me in trouble!”

“Chill, dude,” one of them says, distracting me from her. “It’s a titty bar. What did you expect?”

“I expect you to keep your fucking hands to yourself until a woman asks you to touch her!”

“How about we take this outside?” the biggest of the group asks when he stands up with the other two boys. If I had to guess, he’s probably some kind of athlete. I don’t give a fiery fuck. I can still take all four of them, even if they were sober, and if I had wanted to. With them drunk? Hell, it would be like whooping up on toddlers based on the way they’re swaying on their feet.

It doesn’t come to that when Abel and Hugo make an appearance, coming over to stare them down with me.

“We got a problem?” Hugo asks.

“Just teaching some assholes proper club manners,” I inform him.

The frat boys look at each other and then shrug before they hustle their touchy-feely friend out the door.

“Nolan, what are you doing here?” Rita asks, grabbing my arm to pull me to the bar so we’re not drawing everyone’s attention from the stage.

“How often does that shit happen?”

“It’s fine. They were just messing around,” she says, excusing their behavior.

“No one should get to grab you like that!”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” a deep voice asks behind me. Turning around, I find the tall, broad bouncer wearing all black, standing about two inches taller than me, but with about thirty extra pounds around his waistline. His thinning, dirty blond hair looks like it’s having trouble covering the enormity of his giant dome.

“I’m Nolan, and I was doing your job for you. You’re welcome.”

His fists clench, and Rita stupidly jumps in between us, putting a hand on my chest and his to hold us back.

“Lance, I’m sorry. Nolan is leaving now, aren’t you?” she snaps at me.

“Sure,” I agree. “If Lance here is going to finally pull his head out of his fat ass long enough to watch out for the women working like he’s supposed to.”

The bouncer’s face turns the brightest shade of red.

“Come on, man,” Hugo says, grabbing my shoulder and urging me in the opposite direction. “Don’t get us kicked out of here just when it started getting interesting.”

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” the manager, Johnny I think is his name, asks when he comes wandering out of the back office in his cheap brown suit.

“Nah, man. We’re all good,” I assure him; but when I take one last glance at Rita, I’m not so sure about that.