New Rogue

Chapter Nine

Last night was really weird. First the guys show up at the party and Regan throws me over his shoulder. Then tells me they are in some rival ‘club’ and I have to be on their side. Then he showed up at my room, kissed me and then left.

I slide onto the breakfast stool and drop my head to the kitchen counter. Juke chuckles before sliding a coffee in front of me. “Here baby cakes, this will get your energy flowing.”

I lift my head up and look at Juke. “Why are you so cheerful this morning?”

He winks at me, “can’t tell you that secret.”

I pull the coffee toward me before lifting it to my mouth.

Footsteps pad behind me before a figure sits beside me. I glance out the corner of my eye and would recognise those rock solid abs anywhere now.

“Re Re my man. Coffee?” Juke offers as he starts pouring another cup.

“Thanks Juke,” Regan accepts the cup.

I take another sip before lying my face back on the counter and closing my eyes.

Juke whispers to Regan with amusement, “seems sunshine is not a morning person.”

I hold my middle finger up and he laughs.

“Breakfast will be twenty minutes,” he tells us both. “I am going for a quick breather.” Juke heads out into the garden.

I feel a finger lightly glide down my face and my eyes open. Regan is looking at me with frustration, brows pulled together.

A grumble sounds behind us but Regan still takes his time tracing my face with his finger before pulling away. He turns to look at who I assume is Luke behind us.

“Juke is making breakfast,” Regan tells Luke.

Luke steps closer and nudges between myself and Regan.

Regan sighs before moving to the next chair so Luke can sit down. “Leave my baby cousin alone Re.”

Regan doesn’t respond but I see the smirk on his face.

Luke looks to me, “what killed you?”

“Waking up,” I admit but don’t lift my head off the counter.

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Juke makes a surprisingly good breakfast. Bacon, sausage and egg sandwiches were passed between us all.

With a full stomach I managed to drag myself upstairs and take a shower again. I needed it to wake up. This time I don’t bump into anyone on my way back to my bedroom.

I look through my clothes and decide on black yoga leggings with an old band T-shirt will do. I brush my hair before tying it into a ponytail. I apply a little bit of light makeup.

Once satisfied I head back down stairs with a book in hand. I plan on spending my Saturday reading somewhere quiet.

I hear the boys out front, messing with their motorbikes.

I smile to myself as I sneak out the back door and toward the shed. The arrogant ass’ leave the door unlocked. I slip inside and look around. I leave the book on the table as I walk down toward the pole at the back. I still cannot believe they have this in here.

I step up onto the little platform and run my hand down the shiny material. I would never admit it to the boys but I am quite good at dancing on a pole. Myself and Sammie took pole dancing lessons last summer, they were free at the community centre.

I allow my self to swing around the pole once before raising my leg. I allow my body to move fluidly and enjoy the sensation of swinging or gliding around. I abruptly stop before holding onto the pole and slowly lowering myself down to a squat position. I shake once, twice and then pop my ass out before slowly rising again.

Next I try a stunt, I place one hand on the floor and the other on the pole before lifting my legs. One leg is straight against the pole and the other is bent up with toes pointed. Just as I drop my legs back to the floor someone starts to clap.

My eyes snap toward Regan lounging in the chair near me.

How long has he been sitting there?

“Where did you learn to do that?” He asks with a gravely voice.

I hesitate, “wouldn’t you like to know.”

I expect him to mock me but he just stares at me intently. “Can you show me again?”

The question is loaded with intent. He snuck into my room last night and now wants me to pole dance for him.

Fine.

Game on Re Re.

I reach up and pull my hair from its elastic before reaching for my phone. I press play on a song and toss the phone toward him.

I rest my back against the pole and hold on as I slide down it, legs open. Then I slide back up and turn. I hold onto the pole and lift myself into the air. I perform a series of tricks and add extra sensual moves between.

As the song grows toward an ending I land back on the platform and step down. I drop to my knees before crawling toward Regan. My eyes stay glued to his as I reach his knees. I slide my hands along his thighs before climbing on to straddle his lap. I can feel his hard length beneath me and his hands land on my hips. I lean forward and slowly run my tongue up the side of his neck, stopping at his ear. “Happy now?”

“What the f**k?!” A disgusted voice sounds from the other end of the room.

I pull back and look over at Luke as he takes in our current position.

He shakes his head and backs out of the room before shutting the door.