Vengeance (Night Roamers) Book Three

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Vengeance

Night Roamers

(Book Three)

 

 

By Kristen Middleton

Cover by Dreamscapecovers.com

 

Copyedited by: Carolyn M. Pinard

www.thesupernaturalbookeditor.com

Copyright©2013 Kristen Middleton

 

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without express written permission of the author.

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A huge thank you to:

 

Those who’ve encouraged, inspired, and supported me on this new journey.

I dedicate this to our cat, Willie.

Until we meet again, our mashed-potato kitty.

 

1996-2013

 

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Prologue

 

 

 


Come on, Doug, one lap dance isn’t going to kill you!” shouted John Hadley over the loud music. He put an arm around Doug’s shoulders and punched him playfully in the stomach. “Hell, you’re not even married yet, and she’s already got you under her thumb.”


What can I say? I promised Tania,” replied Doug as his other buddy, Jim Dailey, handed him another Long Island Iced Tea, his third of the evening. “I can look, but no touching.”

Jim snorted. “For one, you’re in
Vegas, and you know the drill – what happens here, stays here. Two, you’re not married. Not yet. Three, you’re not even allowed to touch the strippers, so, technically, you’d be keeping that promise.”

“Exactly,” said John, as the music died and the current dancer
, a long-legged blonde, picked up her piles of bills from the stage and skipped off. “Besides, this is your
stag
party, man. It’s a rite of passage to have naked women crawling all over you before you cash in all of your chips. Come on, Douger! Grow some balls, and quit being such a candy-ass.”

Doug pushed his
wiry glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose. “Listen, guys, I’m perfectly fine just watching them dance around naked. I don’t
need
a lap dance. Seriously.”


You don’t know what you’re missing,” replied John, ogling a voluptuous brunette who was leading another guy towards the back of the club. He decided to flag her down for himself before the night was over, and really didn’t give a shit if his wife found out. Not like Lori would even care, since she’d been holding out on him for the last two months, claiming that she was
too
pregnant for sex. He knew for a fact that other women had sex in their third trimester. It was more than obvious to him that she was just being overly paranoid and difficult.

Women
, he thought, slamming back the rest of his Whiskey Sour. All Lori had to do was clean the house, spread her legs a couple times a week, and pick up his dry-cleaning on Fridays
.
Was that really too much to ask?


I doubt I’m missing anything I can’t get at home,” replied Doug, twirling the ice around in his glass. “Not with a woman like Tania. Hell, she’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Doug waved his thumb towards a waitress who was cleaning up one of the tables. “She’s just as hot as any of these girls I’ve seen tonight, and that’s why I’m not even tempted. I’m still pretty much in awe that a girl like her is even interested in a man like me. Heck, I’m pretty sure that I hit the jackpot with her.”

Jim’s eyes met John’s. Both guys knew very
well that Doug’s fifty-million-dollar inheritance made him
very
interesting to a gold-digger like Tania. She was the one who’d actually “Hit the jackpot.”

“Our next long-legged siren will have you squirming in your seats when you see the way
she moves,” announced the D.J. “Let’s give it up for Montana, a sinfully hot redhead who I
guarantee
, none of you horny bastards would mind spending eternity with.”

“Here you go, Doug
er,” said John as the stripper stepped onto the stage wearing a red sequined
Dream-Girl-From-Hell
costume. “We know how much you like redheads. Whoa, this girl’s drapes might even match the carpeting.”

Doug chuckled
as Eminem’s song,
Shake That
, began pounding through the club, and the girl on stage began to move her body. He had to admit, this chick was the sexiest stripper he’d seen all night.

“Oh…
Douglas,” chuckled Jim. “Tell me you’re not going home tonight without getting a private dance from her? Look at the way she grinds to the music.”

“Uh, yeah, she’s nice,” nodded Doug, feeling his pants tighten as she
gyrated her hips on the stage and tossed her thick mane of curls from side to side.

“Nice? S
he
is
hotter than
hell
,” replied John opening up his wallet. “Let’s get her over here.”

Doug watched
as the stripper’s eyes scanned the crowd until they rested on him.

Him
.

She smiled seductively
, and his throat went dry. Bone dry.

“Oh
, baby!” hollered John as she stepped through the strobe lights towards the metal pole in the center of the stage, wrapping a black stiletto boot around it. “Oh yeah, ride that pole!”

Doug watched
in fascination as Montana slid her body around the metal suggestively. Not only was she beautiful, but the swell of her breasts and the curve of her heart-shaped rear made him forget about everything else.

Their eyes me
t again and she grinned, as if reading his thoughts. She flipped herself upside down and straddled the pole with her long, supple legs, making him wish that he was made of metal.


Baby, lose the costume!” hollered Jim, breaking Doug’s concentration.

Montana uncurled her legs
and hopped away from the pole. Then she slid down to her hands and knees, and crawled over towards the three drooling men, her eyes glittering in the dark club.


Whoa,” grunted Doug as a surge of intense desire slammed into his crotch. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead as he fought to contain himself.

“Now this is why we’re in Vegas,” chuckled John. “They don’t make them like this back home.”

Doug had to agree. In fact, Montana was even more beautiful up close.

Her green eyes
held his as she reached out and touched Doug’s cheek, making his legs feel like jelly. “You ready for me, Douger?” she purred.

Unable to speak, he nodded
.

Montana
stood back up while he stared at her long legs, imagining what that creamy skin would feel like under his fingertips. It was a struggle to keep from leaping onto the stage and finding out now.

With a wink, she
turned her back to them and gave her bustier a firm tug. The men across the stage howled in approval when she raised the lacy piece of cloth above her head, and tossed it away.


You’re killing us, Montana,” yelled Jim, licking his lips.

“You
want some too, Dougie?” she asked, looking over her shoulder with a seductive smile.

“Yes,” he
croaked.

Laughing, she
turned around and Doug stared in wonder at her perfectly sculpted globes. They were the color of porcelain, reminding him of the Gaya melons he’d purchased recently in the grocery store. His mouth began to water as he pictured his tongue on the fruit.


Beautiful,” he whispered, opening up his hands. He longed to touch them, feel their weight in his palms, and press his mouth against their softness.

S
he got on her knees and cupped them with her own small hands, as if in offering. “So, you like?”


Hell yes,” groaned Jim, reaching towards her with his left hand.

“Stop!” she hissed
, glaring at him with fiery venom. “Not unless I give you permission.”

Jim’s hands dropped and
his face went slack.

Her eyes drifted back to Doug’s and she smiled as if nothing had transpired.
She stood back up and pulled the rest of the costume away from her body until she wore nothing but a red G-string and her black thigh-high stiletto boots.

The crowd around the stage
roared louder. Wallets came out and hundred-dollar bills were thrust into the air while she teased them with her curves, rocked her hips to the music, and took possession of everyone in the club.

As her song began to end, Montana swung her hips back over
Doug. She leaned down and touched his cheek possessively. “Meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes.”

It was a demand, not a question.

“Yes,” he replied, staring at her lush lips.

With a dark smile, she
pressed her glossy lips against his and stood back up. “
Don’t
keep me waiting.”

“Never,” he replied, unable to believe his fortune. She
actually wanted him.

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