by Anya Summers
“Hello, lover,” she purred.
Garrett tasted bile on his tongue but schooled his features so that they didn’t display his disgust. “That’s Sir to you. Have a seat.”
Her braying laugh grated on his nerves as she dramatically sat with a flourish. If he weren’t so furious he would have applauded her theatrics.
“In here, you will not speak unless permitted. Otherwise you can leave and I will make sure you are barred from my hotel,” he commanded.
“But the tape?” She tsked.
“Is lies, and you know it. Now hush. I’d like you to meet Spencer.” He nodded toward his friend.
And Spencer, bless the man, didn’t miss a beat. He slid an arm around Gail’s tiny waist and tugged her over beside him. “You weren’t kidding, she is downright fuckable,” Spencer said.
Gail simpered at the praise and pressed her body up against Spencer.
“Garrett said you like it rough,” Spencer said. “That true?”
“Yes, Master Spencer. I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she replied.
At her response, Spencer shifted her body so that she was on his lap with her back against the armrest and she was facing him.
“Spread your legs for me, like a good girl,” Spencer ordered.
Garrett watched, forcing himself to look like he was interested in the play that was occurring. But Spencer portrayed his part to a tee and slid his hand beneath her lace panties. Gail’s back arched and her mouth opened in pleasure as Spencer fingered her.
“Hmm, such a pretty cunt. All wet and juicy. Ever had two men in here at the same time?” Spencer asked.
“No,” she replied with a deep, throaty moan, writhing against his hand.
“Would you like to?” Spencer asked.
Gail’s eyes glazed with lust at the prospect and she whimpered, “Yes.”
That was his cue. Garrett stood.
Spencer withdrew his hand from her pussy and held his fingers up to her lips. “Lick them clean like a good girl. Then we’ll take you into a private room and fuck you—together.”
Gail was thoroughly aroused. Then again, she’d always been this over-sexed, willing to do anything for a good fuck, being. Garrett hadn’t been lying about the fact that when she’d first made an advance and propositioned him, she’d blown his mind, quite literally. She voraciously sucked her fingers, looking at Spencer like he was a new play toy.
“Good girl,” Spencer said, then placed her on her feet. He rose behind her, slid his arm around Gail’s waist and shot Garrett a glance to confirm that everything was proceeding as planned. And he was right; so far, the execution of it had been flawless.
Garrett trailed behind them, thankful for small favors and his best friend. Talk about taking one for the team.
Spencer led Gail into the prepped room and, being the Dom that he was, took charge. “Strip and stand at the foot of the bed for us,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sirs,” Gail murmured, only too happy and aroused not to comply.
But it was Spencer who did all the heavy lifting. Once Gail was naked and by the bed, Spencer restrained her, using the wooden posts, shackling her arms and feet so that her body resembled an X.
“Now, girl, before we get started, I just want to confirm that you are willing to submit to me, to us. I’m going to warm up this pretty ass of yours with a good old-fashioned flogging. And then we will both fuck you. Is that what you want?” Spencer asked.
“Yes, oh god, yes. I want that,” Gail said.
Garrett almost grinned. They had her consent, on camera.
Spencer ran a hand down her back and smacked her ass, then said, “I just need to know your safeword, and then we can begin.”
“It’s pink,” she said with a breathy whisper and Garrett knew from experience that the way her voice sounded meant she was near climax already.
“Good girl. Pink it is,” Spencer said, then began to methodically flog Gail. Her whimpers and moans filled the room.
Spencer was truly a master at work. Even if what he was doing repulsed him, it didn’t show on his face. And he allowed Garrett to hang back and study his technique. It was flawless. He knew just the right amount of pressure and force to use behind each strike.
Gail was caterwauling up a storm. Her moans filled the room. Her body tensed and she screamed as she climaxed. But Spencer didn’t stop taking her body up peak after peak.
Garrett had always known Gail was a painslut. Seeing the evidence of it, knowing that they would use it against her in the end, was a kind of karmic justice.
“Gail, sweetheart,” Spencer murmured loudly.
Gail’s head rested against one of her arms and she sagged against the restraints. “Hmm,” she replied.
“I’m going to ask you some questions and if you answer them for me then Garrett and I will fuck you,” Spencer said enticingly, coming up behind her and running his palm over his handiwork along her back.
She moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now did Garrett really rape you in that video?” Spencer asked.
“No.” She sighed.
“Did you ask him to do a rape fantasy with you?”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice distant and blissed out.
“Then why did you film him?” Spencer asked.
“For money,” she admitted so blithely she probably didn’t realize that she was making a full confession. And it was all on camera.
This was going better than Garrett could have anticipated as she admitted that she’d recorded him and all the guys she’d been with so she could get money from them or whatever favor she needed.
This bitch was going down.
Cora drove to the nightclub as if there were wings on her car. Call it divine intervention or whatever, but she was even able to find a close spot for her mom-mobile. She didn’t enter through the front of the club but via the employee entrance that was an elevator from the first floor down to the basement. Her cousin also had a private elevator that ran beside this one which went directly to what had been his place on the second floor until recently.
She rode the elevator down, her stomach churning. Was Garrett here with another submissive and about to cheat on her? Had everything he’d told her been a lie to butter her up? Doubt clouded her soul as she stepped off the elevator.
There was some death metal music belching out through the speakers. She had tunnel vision as she walked down the short hallway, past the locker rooms for attendees and into the main club. Her gaze searched the people present. For a Friday night, the place wasn’t overly packed. It wasn’t even busy by weeknight standards. Something felt off, although it could be her emotional turmoil making her believe that. But it was odd that there were so few people here tonight.
Hell, last Friday, there hadn’t been an open seat and tonight a person could take their pick.
And then she spotted Garrett as he stood up from one of the couches. Her breath stuttered in her lungs. His bare back was to her. That sexy, sinful back she adored. Gone was his hat, and he wore a pair of black leather pants that fit his body like a glove. She hated that at the mere sight of him, her body warmed and softened. She feared that he had ruined her for the rest of the male species.
Then she spied a blonde woman standing beside him in a postcard-sized black leather dress. But it was the second man who rose from the couch who took her already battered heart and obliterated it. Spencer.
When Spencer slid his arm around the blonde and led her toward the private rooms in back, with Garrett following a step behind the duo, she thought she was going to be sick. She had to be seeing things. Spencer wouldn’t betray her like this, would he?
“What in the hell are you doing here?” a male voice growled.
She swiveled her head only to find Matt glowering down at her.
“I’m a member as an employee and can attend whenever I’m off duty,” she said firmly, proud of herself that she hadn’t dissolved into tears. Those would come. Bucketloads of them. But the i
ll feeling had begun shifting toward rage. She didn’t normally get angry and if she did, she tried to diffuse it before she went off. Yet in this moment she embraced her fury.
“Go home, Cora. That’s an order,” Matt snarled.
“Seeing as I’m not on the clock, you can’t order me around. Lay a finger on me and I will scream so loudly the crowd upstairs will hear me,” she said, riding her power trip.
“Spencer’s going to be pissed.”
“Ask me if I give a shit. Now step away from me, Matt, if you know what’s good for you. Otherwise, I will take out a full-page ad in the Jackson Hole Tribune so that everyone knows exactly what the owner of Mountain Top Fitness is into,” she threatened—but she’d do it too.
“You wouldn’t.” His eyes narrowed. “You’d never find another job in Jackson if you pulled a stunt like that.”
“You want to bet your gym on that? Try me,” she said. Her voice didn’t waver, nor did she flinch. Damn Doms thought they were above the damn law and could treat people like they were there to grovel at their large feet. As it was she’d be tendering her resignation to the gym next week as she made arrangements to move herself and Milo to Arizona.
Matt backed down. It was the first time she’d seen that from him. But he said as he stepped back, “There’s no talking you out of this. I don’t even think a little discipline would do it. Just don’t get into anything.”
Then he stomped off and began slamming around the bar. She’d gone and poked the constipated bear and made him angry. Good. She wasn’t a child to be talked down to.
Acting like she was there to just have a bit of fun, she headed over to a far table near the doorway to the private rooms and sat down. She pretended as if she was watching the scene on the St. Andrew’s Cross instead of keeping her eye on Matt. The moment he wasn’t paying her any attention, she would head back to the private rooms and find Garrett. She had to see for herself—more than she had already—that he was cheating on her, and with her cousin’s help.
She felt sick all over again as she waited. During the drive there, a part of her had already resolved herself to the fact that if Garrett was cheating on her, she didn’t think she wanted to stay in Jackson. She’d begun building castles in the air where he was concerned. And having to see him at the club would break a part of her, the part of herself she’d fought so hard to keep alive after Jeff died—her belief that her life hadn’t ended because his had. She could already feel her heart aching over the coming loss. Could feel that part of herself retreating inside.
Matt had given up and was no longer paying attention to her—much. When he glanced away, she made her move and hot-footed it past the doorway into the hallway. Now all she had to do was figure out which room they were in. The first two rooms the doors were open and barren inside except for the furniture. She came to the third one. That door was shut.
She gripped the handle and took a few deep breaths. Did she really want to see Garrett screwing another woman? She had to know one way or the other. Feeling a bit like Pandora, she turned the handle and silently pushed the door open.
Her heart dropped into her toes. She blinked and shook her head, trying to dispel the sight that greeted her. The blonde woman was naked and restrained to the bedpost while Spencer flogged her. Garrett stood waiting in the wings, like he was waiting for his turn.
Cora froze as the woman’s moans rose in crescendo. Words were falling from her lips but Cora couldn’t hear what she was saying above the buzzing in her own head. Here was all the proof she needed. The betrayal slashed her clean through the chest as if she’d been stabbed through the heart with a sword.
Her vision blurred, and she touched her face only to realize she was crying.
She must have made a sound because then Garrett whipped his head around in her direction. Storm clouds entered his visage. He glowered. “What are you doing here?”
“I trusted you.” She backed away, shaking her head, her tears falling so fast and furious they nearly blinded her. “Both of you,” she added raggedly. With a strength borne of desperation, Cora spun on her heel and raced back down the way she’d come. Matt called after her as she sprinted to the exit. She stumbled a bit when she hit the stairs, but clung to the railing as she ascended and escaped the club.
She didn’t remember the drive home, which was probably a bad thing. She headed inside, trying to pull herself together and falling miserably.
Inside her house, Rayna took one look at her and said, “Oh sweetie,” before hugging her and letting her cry on her shoulder.
Chapter 26
Fuck me!
Cora, here. He had no idea how he was going to explain this. And the kicker of it all was that he couldn’t leave, not yet. Garrett had to wait to go to Cora. Christ, the look of betrayal on her face, the horror in her gaze had nearly cut him to the bone.
And then Gail moaned, continuing her diatribe.
Garrett glanced at Spencer, saw the banked fury in his black gaze. He’d spotted Cora too. But he nodded at Garrett. That nod signaled to him that they’d gotten everything they needed. It also was a signal to Jack through the video feed to come to the door, where he would take Gail into custody.
Spencer undid Gail’s restraints. She was far enough gone that she didn’t fight when Spencer dressed her and then wrapped her in a blanket. Even though she was a viper of a woman, Spencer was still more courteous to her than Garrett would have ever been. But as the blanket was settled around her shoulders, some of her subspace began to pass.
“What’s going on?” she asked, looking between him and Spencer. “I thought we were going to screw.”
Garrett snorted, unable to hold back his disgust. “We got exactly what we wanted. In fact, I believe there’s someone here who would like to speak to you.”
Confusion clouded her face as he opened the door to the room and Jack entered wearing his badge.
“Ma’am, if you would come with me, please. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“About what?” Gail said snidely, standing and glaring at Jack like he was dog poo to be scraped off her shoe.
“The fact that you admitted to intentionally attempting to blackmail Garrett Brooks. If you will come with me, please,” Jack said, approaching her like one would a rabid dog.
“I don’t have to go anywhere with you.” She pulled herself up, giving him an imperious glare.
“We can do this the easy way, ma’am, with your cooperation, or the hard way,” Jack stated in full-on cop mode. It was a thing of beauty to see the flash of emotions flit over Gail’s features. For a moment, Garrett thought she was going to lash out and smack Jack. He wished she would because then Jack could add assaulting a police officer to the list of offenses they were likely going to charge her with. But she pulled herself together and said, “Lead the way, Officer.”
Jack escorted Gail from the room. Garrett breathed a sigh of relief as she left, then glanced at Spencer. “I owe you one,” he said.
“Don’t thank me yet. We still have to go to the station and hope she confesses there. With the prodding from the video we just scored, she’d be a fool not to.”
Garrett nodded and his thoughts turned to Cora. “What are we going to do about Cora? The look on her face…”
“Cora’s always been the reasonable, more level-headed member of our family. She’ll come around once we have a chance to explain. But let’s go change and meet Jack at the station like we planned. We can’t do anything about Cora until this is behind us.”
They headed to Spencer’s office where they’d left a change of clothes. Garrett was relieved that this part, him having to act interested in Gail, was over. Back in much more comfortable jeans and a flannel shirt, he settled his hat on his head and then left the club. He drove Spencer in his truck. It was easier that way. They arrived at the station and were taken to interrogation. They stood behind the two-way glass as Jack and the district attorney played the video of her confession.
All in all, it
took the better part of the night for Gail to finally agree to a formal confession. She was booked on a count of felony extortion and held on bail. Afterward, the district attorney formally got Garrett’s statement and Spencer’s before they were done. Joe Avery assured Garrett that no charges would be filed on her claim of rape with the evidence they had collected against her.
Jack promised to keep him updated and said he was forwarding the evidence collected to the feds since it appeared she had a history of blackmail. Garrett doubted she would serve any jail time considering she had high powered attorneys at her beck and call. But then again, stranger things had happened.
Only then were he and Spencer able to leave the station. They exited the building as the first rays of dawn speared the horizon.
What a night! He drove Spencer to the club and dropped him off then headed home. Before he went with hat in hand to beg Cora’s forgiveness, he had to wash the stench of the station and Gail off his body. Even though he hadn’t touched her, he still felt unclean.
He could only pray that Cora would be willing to listen.
Chapter 27
Cora was swearing off men for the foreseeable future.
After last night, she felt numb inside. That could be a side-effect from crying the better part of the night away. Her body ached with her sorrow, as if it had sustained a physical blow. And perhaps, in a way, she had. It wasn’t every day that you were betrayed by people you trusted.
Her phone rang and she stared at the screen. Spencer. She hit decline call. He was one of the last people she wanted to talk to. She didn’t want protestations of innocence. Garrett’s betrayal hurt so badly she wondered if she’d ever be able to breathe again without her heart aching. But it was the added bonus of Spencer’s duplicity that had shattered her last night.
Cora didn’t know if it was a blow she would ever fully recover from. She’d barely slept and was now making Milo some pancakes. Her little man loved pancakes. Cora ignored her phone as Spencer attempted to call her again and again—so much so that she put her ringer on silent.