by Eileen Green
He could see himself sinking his dick into Eliza’s cunt from behind, holding on to her luscious round ass. Smacking it as he fucked her flashed in his brain to remind him how much he wanted her. However, the more Victor knew about his past, Todd was afraid he would lose Victor, but now that he had seen and met Eliza, he didn’t want to lose out on really getting to know her.
“Is there anything you need from us?” Todd asked Shane, hoping there wasn’t since everything they had on the people they spoke to was at home.
“No. We can get a DNA sample in the morning along with a picture. Hopefully we’ll know something by the end of the day, or the next at the earliest.”
Todd nodded as he watched Alex and several other men walking down the stairs. A few women followed not too far behind them. The ladies disappeared into the locker room, and then reappeared in about five minutes in street clothes, and proceeded to hand over clothing and bags to the men. The men followed the ladies back up the stairs again. Several other men went up behind the initial group with trays of drinks and what looked like food.
With Victor’s memory issues, Todd kept them from going to a club. He had forgotten about the closeness of the couples and the ménages, but as he watched the activity, Todd knew he definitely wanted what these people had. He wanted Eliza and Victor. He just had to figure out how to get her to want to see them as such.
* * * *
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do right now,” Eliza had to admit. “They’re going to want to talk, but I have a full schedule for the next few days, and then there’s the Halloween party this weekend. We’re debuting the new students at the party to mix and mingle.”
“We’ve all been through your class. We know what to do. You can depend on us to handle the newbies at the party.” Emma was always one to step forward and volunteer.
She and Abigail came back along with Alex, Jackson, and Thomas, with duffle bags for all the women, and then men came in bringing spiced coffee and hot cocoa, along with sandwiches, fruit, and other snacks. Usually, alcohol wasn’t allowed in the club, but this was an event that called for some extra support.
Now, all the women had changed into their street clothes and were now sitting around the large king-size bed where Eliza was sitting against the headboard, a blanket pulled up to her waist. The food was laying around her so everyone could get to it.
Eliza hadn’t thought she would be able to eat anything. However, Carrie and Emma had insisted. The sandwich she ate was kind of bland, but she ate it all. Now, she held a cup of coffee doused with Baileys. Taking another sip of fortification, she thought about what was next to come.
“I think you need to take the night and think about what has happened tonight,” Savannah suggested. “Then, you guys can sit down and talk. It’s possible that the more you talk with Victor, the more he might remember. You could help him out, and he might be able to recall what happened to him, so you don’t think he totally abandoned you, which I don’t think he actually did.”
“With what was said, I’m beginning to think he hadn’t. However, he’s been with Todd for a long time. I don’t want to get between the two of them. Perhaps it’s better that Victor doesn’t remember his previous life.” Eliza was beginning to believe that.
“Sweetie, you don’t really believe that, do you?” Carrie inquired in her therapist voice. Eliza had heard her use that before on people. “Besides, you can’t let a man who doesn’t remember anything of his former life flounder for the rest of his life. It’s not fair to him, and I think it would be therapeutic to you also.”
She knew Carrie was right. All the ladies were right in their own way, and they were all trying to support her. True friendship was what she was looking at as she let her gaze land on each and every one of the women, and it warmed her heart.
“I have a good idea that might help with Victor’s recovery,” shy Clara said softly. “You have extra rooms in your new house. Why don’t you invite them to stay with you? Perhaps being in the same house as you would help him, and, since it’s obvious you don’t want them around too much, they’ll leave earlier.”
There was credit in what Clara suggested. Of course, there was danger in it also. She feared her heart would be the one that would be hurt the most, and she couldn’t bear for that to happen.
* * * *
The men from the Tiger’s Lair were easy to get along with, save Shane Owens. He sat back as they had all gathered in the eating area to finish off the leftover potluck, watching Todd and Victor. Victor was nervous being in everyone’s presence since they had known Eliza for so long. However, from what he could tell, none of them had slept with his former woman. He didn’t know if he could stand that despite the fact, he didn’t remember much about her.
Todd sat beside him, his arm around his shoulder in support. Victor could use all he got for he was certainly out of his element. Todd didn’t belong to a BDSM club. They lived their lifestyle in the comfort of their own home. A large basement in the older home housed equipment for the two of them, and Victor was comfortable with it.
He knew what faced him when he looked in the mirror every day. On ventures out into public, Victor had seen the expressions of people who looked at him. Of course, they tried to hide it, but he had noticed them. Yet when he and Todd walked into the club, no one looked away in horror, or stared at him. They had all been cordial, and those who did speak to him looked him in the eyes and held contact. Was it possible this was a place for him? Could he come here on a weekly basis and feel comfortable and one of the crowd?
Victor knew that Todd was interested in Eliza. Not only had his eyes roamed her slamming body, but his cock had become hard and long in his leathers. Victor had also been aroused in her presence, as if his dick remembered her. Desire filled Victor and he really had to wonder if she would want him still.
There was one problem with that. Eliza was a lawyer and had her own practice here. She had restarted her life and seemed happy. He didn’t think she would leave, and he knew Todd wouldn’t leave D.C. His job was there, and he was highly sought after.
Being disfigured, Victor knew he wasn’t a prize, and that he was very lucky to have a man like Todd in his life. Eliza wouldn’t want to be with him long term. She was a classy beautiful woman who deserved a man like Todd on her arm, not a disfigured man with amnesia.
“Looks like someone is having a pity party over there,” Alex said from across the table, his hand motioning towards Victor. Victor sat up straight and cleared his throat as Alex continued. “I’ve seen that look many times on subs who were trying to figure out how to get out of a relationship they think they don’t belong in. Even my own Emma thought she wasn’t pretty enough to be with me, and Trevor felt as if he shouldn’t be with us because of all the hours he had to work.”
“It always amazes me that women we get involved with try to leave us because they think they aren’t good enough for us, like we don’t know what we like.” Jackson was another man from Alex’s old team. It seemed that Alex was lucky to have all his friends surrounding him. “My Abigail thought she was too chubby to be with me.”
“So did Missy,” the man named Tate said. “And, my Patrick told me the same thing about the long hours.”
Alex nodded and then said, “Patrick and Trevor are detectives with the Denver police. They’re partners, and they do work some bizarre hours. That only means we have to spend as much time as we possibly can with them and love them hard.”
Todd chuckled as did the others. Victor could see the love these men had for their significant others despite their issues. He would never fault a woman for having some meat on her bones, and he had seen some lovely women that liked to eat. In fact, he wouldn’t mind if Eliza gained weight. He would want her to be happy. But these men were passionate about their partners no matter what.
He had to wonder. If Todd loved him despite his scars, could Eliza also?
* * * *
Tension hung in the air, thick as cheesecake. El
iza stood before Todd and Victor in a pair of jeans, an emerald-green sweater, and a pair of black suede boots with heels, and yet both men let their eyes rove over her body sensually. Warmth flooded over her as she felt their gazes and she couldn’t help the blush that kissed her cheeks.
Alex stood on one side of her while Shane stood on the other. She may not be in a relationship with them or be a free submissive of the club that Alex and Thomas looked over, but the men of Alex’s old team all protected her as if she was.
Todd and Victor were looking at her as if she was crazy, and she most likely was after inviting two men to come stay with her. She had listened to the ladies, to her friends, and she hoped to god she wasn’t making a huge mistake.
Everyone began to look around nervously the longer the question hung in the air without an answer. After a look at Carrie who nodded her encouragement, Eliza shook her head. “I’m sorry. Forget I asked. I’m sure someone here can find you a hotel to stay at. I’ll be back here tomorrow afternoon to help fill in Victor’s blanks.”
Turning on her heels, Eliza headed for the door to the lobby, but was stopped after a couple of steps.
“Eliza, stop!”
She did.
It had been so long since she had been submissive to anyone. Todd’s words sent a thrill through her body. It caressed her breasts which became full and her nipples tightened into hard stones. Her cunt moistened her panties in a rush while her clit throbbed wildly. No one had spoken to her body since Bobby, and to be truthful, she missed it sometimes. She wouldn’t mind being dominated by Todd.
Holding her head up defiantly, she remained facing the door. There was no way she would be able to look anyone from the Tiger’s Lair in the eye right now for fear they would see her weakened state. She had an image to maintain here as a Dominant.
Todd appeared in her sight as he stepped around to look at her. There seemed to be a twinkle in his eye along with a slight upward tilt to his lips.
He was an extremely handsome man, one that Eliza could look at for the rest of her life. His cock seemed to be of good size in the jeans that he wore, as the crotch bulging now. The more she thought about the organ, the hotter her cheeks got.
Think about something else! A case! Your upcoming vacation! Anything else!
“You will not walk away from me again, Eliza,” he whispered with authority. “Do you understand me?”
Really? The audacity!
“I don’t belong to you,” she whispered back. “I am the one to demand a person in this club to do my bidding, not the other way around.”
“And yet you stopped. Your eyes lowered when you just spoke to me.”
Damn!
“You were a submissive before, and you still have some in you.” Todd continued to whisper. “I won’t take your dominance away from you. You earned it. I do see the submission in you. That’s still a part of you. I can smell your arousal, Eliza. I won’t deny I’m interested in you now that I got a whiff. I’m also interested in the woman that holds a part of my boy’s heart even though he doesn’t know it or won’t admit it.
“Tonight is going to change him, and I’m afraid I’m going to lose him to you when he remembers everything. Can we stay with you so I can be near him while he figures out what he’s going to do? Please?” He sounded afraid as he spoke while his eyes watered. He truly was afraid she would take Victor away from him.
Chapter Six
The sound of a door closing downstairs woke Eliza with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. There should be no sounds in her house since she lived alone, so she quietly reached into her nightstand drawer and drew out her gun.
It had been a purchase she had made after Bobby had died and Victor had left. After they were gone, she seemed to hear noises all through the house. She learned how to shoot and even still went to the shooting range once a month to keep up the skill. Only once before had she pulled her gun out, and that was when the man next door had tried to get into her house in a drunken rage. He was so incoherent that he mistaken her front door for his and kept beating on it to get his wife’s attention.
Now, she stood carefully and made her way to her bedroom door. Opening it softly, she stepped over to the head of the stairs and took two steps down before she heard Todd’s voice telling Victor to calm down and be quiet so he didn’t wake Eliza. Victor had said he had a dream.
She quickly made her way back to her room, and thankfully so as she was naked. She wouldn’t have wanted the two men to see her naked, at least not her back.
Glancing at her clock as she climbed back into bed, she saw it was four fifteen. Another hour and she’d be getting up. She placed her gun back into the box in her drawer and then turned on the bedside lamp. There were some briefs she needed to look over sitting on the nightstand, so she picked them up and began to go through them.
She nearly shrieked when her alarm sounded and then gave a small giggle. God, how pathetic am I?
After showering, dressing, and then putting on her makeup, Eliza went downstairs to find Todd at the breakfast bar looking through a newspaper, and Victor standing at the stove cooking which was right in front of the eating counter.
“Good morning, Eliza,” Todd said as he stood. He set the paper on the counter and then motioned for her to sit next to him. “Victor’s making breakfast.”
Sitting on the stool indicated, she smiled at Victor when he looked up at her, a spatula in his hand. “I remember you always like a cup of coffee or two before you left the house in the mornings. Would you like a cup?”
The aroma was enticing, calling to her senses which still needed a boost. “Yes, please.”
Todd sat as she watched the man put the spatula on the spoon rest, take one of the mugs that was already on the counter, and then fill it with the brew from the coffee pot. He moved over to set the cup in front of her and then placed two packets of sweetener next to it that he retrieved from his pocket.
“You remembered,” she said, choking a bit on her words. It touched her and she had to blink away the tears that threatened.
Victor nodded briefly, smiled, and then went back to the eggs in the skillet. Eliza smelled bacon, and as she mixed her sweetener into her coffee, she looked for it but didn’t see it.
“He doesn’t like to let us snack on the goodies before the whole meal is complete,” Todd said as he picked up the paper again and began looking through it. “Drives me nuts. How did you sleep, Eliza?”
Do I tell them I nearly shot them?
“I slept fine.” She took a sip of her coffee. “You?”
“It was a bit rough earlier. Victor had a dream, or perhaps a memory woke him,” Todd responded. “Tell her about it, lover.”
Jealousy streaked through her at Todd’s words. God, this is going to be more difficult than I thought.
Victor began to scoop the eggs onto the three plates he had sitting on the counter. “I dreamt that we were at the beach. Bobby was chasing you in the water when a giant wave came up really quick, knocking you both down. The water covered you both, and I got scared you may have gotten pulled out further from the beach. I ran towards where you were, trudging through the water calling your names. When I got close to where you were, you both popped up and started laughing. You both knew I was afraid of going out into the water.”
Eliza sat back on the stool. “I remember that. We were on vacation in Virginia Beach. You were pissed at us. We tried to apologize, but you didn’t speak to us for the rest of the day. I’m sorry, again.”
He shrugged before reaching into one of the warming drawers and pulling out a platter of bacon. He placed it on the counter and then placed three pieces of the delicious-smelling strips of meat on each plate. Looking up at her, he raised a brow, looked down at the bacon, and then back up at her. She nodded her approval.
“It was in the past,” he said as he placed a plate in front of her and then Todd. The toaster popped, and he grabbed the toast from it and began to butter each piece. “It was all in fun. I
shouldn’t have been such a jerk about it.”
One thing she had noticed about Victor was that he wasn’t as fun loving as he was before. She had to wonder if it was because of his memory loss, or if he was bitter from the memories that surfaced. “My friend Carrie said she wanted to come over and talk to you both. She wanted to discuss his injuries, his recovery, and then his memory issues. Would that be all right?” Eliza asked as she picked up a slice of bacon.
“Do you think it would help?” Victor asked as he took his plate and moved around to sit on the other side of Todd.
“You’ve been through therapy before, Victor. It helped some, but you didn’t have someone from your past that can be there to help you.” Todd looked at Victor. “It’s totally up to you on how you want to handle this.”
Silence reigned for a minute or so while Victor appeared to think about the offer. Eliza needed to get to work, so she ate while she waited for an answer. Finally, he nodded. “I want to remember my life. I want to remember Eliza and how she fit into my life. I want to be happy again.”
Her heart skipped a beat. It almost sounded as if he wasn’t happy not knowing about his life, and that included her. Calmly, she finished eating while the quiet hung over them. She was still unsure how she was going to feel about what was going to happen, and if Victor would still be in her life somehow, but she had to do all this for him. He needed to remember who Victor was.
“I have to be in the office this morning for a deposition. I should be able to get out of there by lunch. Do you want to go to Carrie’s office, or do you want her to come here? Or, perhaps even the club?” Eliza asked as she finished her coffee and stood.
“The club would be neutral territory for you,” Todd pointed out. “But any place will be fine with me. We were supposed to meet Shane and Alex at the club this morning to go over some information on Victor, but perhaps we could have them over here?”