Sebastian was a voyeur. He’d gladly admit as much. He liked watching others as they pleasured themselves and each other, but he only enjoyed viewing exhibitionists in this type of setting, where voyeurism was allowed and invited. Still, he never would’ve imagined being turned on in the midst of danger. Then again, he never would’ve imagined Kimberly using the club’s props as a means for escape.
“She’s something else,” Sam said.
“Yes, she is.” His cock stood proud as he watched Kimberly dance to the music, rotating her hips in a gyrating fashion bound to make a few men start screaming. She’d yet to lose the dress she wore, but given the fact Vince was watching her, Sebastian could only imagine what orders she’d received prior to entering the cage.
Dragging his gaze away from Kimberly, he made up his mind. He wouldn’t acknowledge her again until he dealt with Vince.
Sam peered over his shoulder. “We kept a close eye on her after we realized she was yours, Sebastian. He didn’t touch her. She’s a smart cookie, that one. She worked herself out of a pretty touchy situation.” He pointed upward. “That’s how she ended up there.”
Sebastian didn’t follow his finger, but he could feel her eyes on him, watching him, following him as he made his way to Vince’s table.
“I didn’t call Kane, but I know her fathers well, ya know,” Sam said. “Kane wouldn’t have been too pleased with this situation. His daughters, well, his little girls are his whole world.”
From what he’d been told, Kimberly and Evan Cartwell were closer than Kimberly and Kane, but whatever. Everyone feared Kane and for some reason, the community members acted as if only one Cartwell wore the family name. When Kane was younger, he must’ve been a real thorn in the community’s ass.
“Have a good time with that one,” Sam said, pointing at Vince’s table.
“Hold off the cops at the door. I want a minute with him.”
“You got it.” Sam then disappeared into the crowd.
Sebastian glared at Vince’s back, watching as he made videos and saved them to his phone. He didn’t look up at Kimberly, but by the images saved on Vince’s device, she was down to her thong and demi-style bra.
Vince leaned back and held his cell phone high in the air. While he was filming, a man approached him. “Is she yours?”
“Scram!” Vince bellowed.
“Maybe I should ask her,” the guy said, deliberately taunting him for some reason.
Vince lowered his phone. “If you go near her, I’ll kill you.”
“So you’re banging her?” the guy asked.
“Fucking her every which way but loose,” Vince replied, snarling. “You can take that to mean she has the tightest pussy this side of the Mississippi.”
Sebastian attacked then. He pounced on Vince by locking his arm around his neck and dragging him to the floor. “And if you know that from experience, I swear you won’t have to worry about what the cops do to you. I’ll hunt you down and—”
“Back away from the subject!” A police officer shouted above the music as guns were drawn everywhere.
If this was Sam’s idea of holding off the force, he’d hate to see what happened when the club owner gave these boys in blue the VIP treatment. Sebastian tightened his arm around Vince’s neck and gave him a good yank before whispering in his ear, “Stay away from Kimberly Cartwell. Understand?”
Vince sneered. “You have no idea what I am or who I work for.”
Sebastian snatched his phone and stuffed it in his pocket before he grabbed him by his collar and dragged him to his feet. Glaring at Vince, he said tightly, “And you have no idea who or what I am, you piece of shit. I have PIs on my payroll. It won’t take too long to find out who sent you, but I can guess what this was about.”
“I don’t think you can,” Vince said, averting his gaze. “You’ll never own her. You’ll never possess her for longer than a minute. There are men more powerful than you who want her. Men who’ve already taken the important steps to insure they have her.”
Sebastian held his head higher as he processed what Vince was trying to tell him. Shoving his hand deeper in his pocket, he slipped Vince’s cell phone under his cuff, working the device up his sleeve.
“He has my phone,” Vince stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
“I don’t give a damn if he has your woman, your firstborn child, and Fido, your four-legged friend,” the cop said, grabbing him by the collar. “You have a rap sheet long enough to make me think you don’t deserve any rights, much less the right to own and use a phone.”
Sebastian stood taller, staring down the bridge of his nose as he watched the cops drag Vince away from the dance floor.
An evil laugh fell from Vince’s lips. “You think you’ve won the prize? Do you? Hell no! Only one man ever owned that pretty pussy there!” He swung his arm forward, pointing at the elevated cage. “Only one man owned her and only one man has the right to sell her! And it ain’t you!”
Sebastian slipped the phone back into his pocket as the cops led the lunatic away. Then, only then, did he turn and look up at Kimberly.
As soon as he saw her, his heart skipped a beat. They locked in a knowing gaze as her body visibly relaxed. Her stiff moves turned into an inviting grind as she crooked her finger back and forth.
Good God, had he ever seen a more beautiful woman? Had he ever been summoned by such a sensual creature?
He approached the attendant, but never took his eyes off her. Placing a crumpled twenty-doll bill in the attendant’s hand, he marched up to the podium and waited.
“Get her down from there,” Sebastian bit out. He needed to hold her. He longed to wrap his arms around her and protect her from the outside world, from anyone who would dare to threaten her again.
Seconds later, Kimberly rushed from the enclosure. He lifted her to him, taking her dress from the attendant as he held her close and smothered her lips with his kiss.
“Let’s get you out of here,” he said a few minutes later.
“I can’t go anywhere like this.”
He took a seat and worked her dress over her head. “Let’s fix that.” He slid his hands over her breasts and hips, smoothing the soft bodice along her curves.
“No, let’s don’t,” she said, lust gleaming in her eyes.
He paused for only a moment before his fingers traveled again. He needed to touch her. He needed to make sure she hadn’t been harmed in any way.
“I’m not hurt,” she quickly assured him, watching him as if she could eat him alive.
“You’re not?” he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“No.” Mischief danced in her eyes as much as an invitation. “And I’m not ready to leave now that you’re here.”
“The detectives will probably have some questions for you.”
“They can wait,” she said, her lips covering his in a heated kiss. Before he could stop himself from giving in to the pure pleasure found in the depths of her warm mouth, he thrust his tongue between her lips and kissed her passionately, working the cotton material over her hips once more as he dragged his body and hers toward the center of the circular booth.
Kimberly clawed at his shoulders as she straddled him. Her body moved like the wind as she rubbed her hot pussy over his rigid cock, enticing him, practically begging him for penetration.
“You want it here?” He nipped at her lips, thrusting his fingers under her panties and coating them in her damp heat. “Do you, baby?”
“Yes, here,” she whispered, snaking her tongue over his. She bumped her crotch against his cock and whimpered when he thrust against her in response.
His heart was pained then as he held her. He shoved his hands forward and gripped her head, losing himself in the feel of her silken hair as soft locks cascaded over his knuckles. He could’ve lost her. He could’ve forfeited any possibility of a happy future with her.
Hell and damnation. He could’ve missed out on this.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
How she’d known, she couldn’t be sure. It was instinct, a gut feeling she couldn’t quite describe, but her faith in them had held. Never once had it wavered.
Breaking their kiss, she slipped her hands down the front of his slacks. “Where’s Wyatt?”
Cupping her neck, he drew her against his lips again. “Coming.”
“You are?” She grinned as she ground her pelvis against his rock-hard cock.
He grunted. “Wyatt stayed at the house. Let me call him.”
“No,” she whispered across his lips. “Let me.”
Sebastian fished his cell out of his pocket and searched his contact list. Connecting the call, he handed her the phone. While she waited for Wyatt to answer, he dipped his fingers between her breasts. “I can’t stop touching you.”
“Then don’t,” she said, twisting the phone under her chin to speak over the device rather than directly into the mouthpiece.
“What do you know?” Wyatt asked as soon as he answered. “Talk to me.”
The panic in his voice pulled at the more tender heartstrings. “Wyatt, it’s me.”
“Kimberly? Oh, thank God.” He released a heavy breath. “You have no idea how worried we were.”
“I was worried, too,” she said, brushing her lips across Sebastian’s. “Where are you?”
“I’m leaving the house.”
“You’d better hurry,” she said, pumping her hips forward and back as she enjoyed the feel of Sebastian’s cock under her damp pussy. “I hear there’s a hell of a show starting soon.”
A masculine growl filled the line. “I’m on my way.”
She closed Sebastian’s phone and slipped it in his shirt pocket. “Fuck me.”
“Here?” he asked, bracketing his arm around her waist.
“Why not?” She studied his tightly drawn brow and noticed the concern stamped upon his face.
“You want it?” he asked, a dark and guttural drawl to his tone. He pushed her hand lower. “Grab hold of it and show me.”
Kimberly savored the swell of his cock in her hand. Wrapping her fingers around his size, she pulled the taut skin tighter around his shaft, gliding her hand across his thick masculine flesh.
Working with his erection, she slipped her hand around the waistband of his slacks until she felt the button under her fingertips. Working to free him, she slipped her middle finger across his damp slit and rubbed the parted moist opening.
His pre-cum dampened her finger and she lifted her hand away from his slacks. Slipping the wet digit between her lips, she sucked at his sweet-and-salty taste.
“Hmm, sexy,” he crooned.
She lowered her head to his and kissed him while sharing the tantalizing sensation, wedging her finger deep inside his mouth as she thrust her pussy against him.
“You’re one hot little number, aren’t ya?” Sebastian asked, pushing her panties aside and fingering her cunt.
Gripping his shoulder with one hand, Kimberly guided his cock with the other, locking his thick shaft between the panties he’d pushed aside and her warm womanly flesh. Biting at his lips, she moaned aloud as he entered her.
Hard male flesh thrummed inside her walls as he gripped her ass and drove inside her. He fucked her with control that she wasn’t sure she liked or loved, needed or resented. She wanted him thrashing under her, breathing in her scent and exhaling her name.
She needed him to feel that loss of control, understand that she would soon have a hold on him no one else would ever have. She’d felt it the first time he’d taken her. She’d known it when she’d realized he was one of the men from her past, one of the men who’d watched her parade across an auction block and desired her like no other man had lusted after her before.
“Harder,” she whispered, squeezing his dick as he entered her.
Sebastian grabbed her by the hair and held her with fisted hands, his mouth opening and closing as she rode him. “Squeeze me with that sweet pussy, baby. Work your body around mine.”
The lust in his voice was unmatched, untried. He was coming apart but didn’t want her to know it. Still, she could see the effects of their loving, the way he cared for her, the way he had gone to extraordinary lengths to find her.
“Mmm,” she rasped, bending her knees and flattening her feet on either side of his hips. Pinching her clit, she hollered out as she looked down and watched in awe. His thick flesh parted her folds as he hammered between her intimate lips with a harder push, a more profound delivery.
“Play with it, baby,” he whispered, the thick lust strumming through his voice. “That’s it. Touch your clit. Work it.”
Her fingers rolled around the hard gem until the pads were nearly numb. He never stopped encouraging her as his eyes seemed to bore into her flesh. His gaze turned darker, hotter, and sexier.
After a few minutes, he grabbed hold of her hips and steadied her. Once, he entered her. Twice, he pounded inside her. Then, he released a hard breath. “Now, baby. Come. Scream my name, sweet vixen. Scream my fucking name.”
* * * *
Wyatt stood in the shadows and watched as Sebastian paid the attendant soon after he’d finished fucking her. He was as hard as steel after witnessing the way Kimberly had undulated in Sebastian’s arms.
Kimberly entered the round cage and was hoisted into the air. Once Sebastian returned to the booth, Wyatt hurried to the platform. Slipping the attendant a gratuity, he waited while Kimberly was lowered to the floor once more.
Before the enclosure stopped moving, Wyatt swung open the door and stepped inside, his breath catching in his chest as she backed against the cage, her arms hanging at her sides. When the cables snapped and the gate jerked closed behind him, Wyatt was barely aware of the ride upward.
For a moment, he just stared at her, wanting to capture the image in his head, paint it in his memory. Her brown hair tumbled around her face. Her face was flushed from a freshly fucked blush and her lips swollen from the bruising kisses she’d shared with Sebastian.
With a sudden jolt, her body swayed to one side. She slapped her hands behind her, gripping the rod-shaped poles.
Surely she was unaware of the image she created. Her chest was forward. Her perky nipples imprinted the dress she wore. Erect and hard, their perfect diamond shapes made his mouth water as the carriage swung high in the air, making its way toward the ceiling.
Once balanced on an elevated podium, he went to her. Lifting her into his arms, he smothered her with ravenous kisses, bringing her body as close as possible. He palmed her ass, clutched her hips, and slammed their lower halves together, letting her feel his strength, his stout erection.
“Good God, woman, I thought we’d lost you,” Wyatt whispered, turning his head from side to side as he inhaled her scent. He bracketed her legs around his waist. “You have no idea what that would’ve done to us. We finally have you to ourselves. We can’t lose you.”
“You didn’t,” she said softly, placing greedy pecks across his face, lips, and neck.
He drew back long enough to search her eyes. Something was different. Something had changed in her.
“You’re okay, right?”
“I’m perfect,” she assured him.
Their foreheads pressed together and he smiled down on her. “You ever scare me like this again and—”
“Shh,” she muttered, framing his face.
She kissed him as she climbed him, her heels digging at his back. Her entire body melded to his, reminding him of all the reasons why he’d known she was the woman for him. He’d realized long ago why everything about this woman screamed out to him with a longing he’d never be able to describe.
There was only one Kimberly, only one woman for him. She’d felt it, too. Whether she’d acknowledged the fact yet didn’t matter. He’d seen it in her eyes, heard the yearning in her voice.
Wyatt was wi
th her out of necessity as much as desire. He craved her with an unexplainable longing. He would’ve stopped at nothing to find her because of a commitment even he hadn’t realized he’d developed until it was almost too late.
“You know Sebastian may not be happy about this,” Kimberly said, peering over her shoulder and looking down at the crowd.
“You don’t know him like I do,” Wyatt said, fully aware of the requirements when couples shared a cage. “He’s probably down there ordering a round of drinks for the house.”
“Exploitation has what they refer to as the last call, a show where exhibitionists entertain the other guests until closing time.”
“Are we part of the final act?” Wyatt asked, knowing damn good and well they were.
“Yes,” Kimberly replied, her eyes full of explicit expectation.
“Good.” He nipped at her lips. “I want this crowd to see how much I appreciate good loving from my woman.”
“Is that what I am?” A serious note lingered in her husky voice.
Before he could answer, the DJ tapped the microphone and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s last call! Do you know what that means?”
The crowd roared with excitement, chanting “Yes!” as they banged their fists on tabletops. They clapped their hands and stomped their feet. Many of them yelled for specific acts from the regulars.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?”
“I was the one already in the carriage. Remember?”
“And Sebastian didn’t join you.” It occurred to him then why that might have been. “What did he ask you to do?”
“Perform,” she mysteriously replied. Placing her palms on his shoulders, she shifted her weight and slid down his body.
Before he could stop her, she unzipped his jeans and tugged his cock away from the snug denim. His swollen tip pulsed at her lips as her wicked tongue swirled around the hooded shape.
“Sexy vixen.” He jerked her head back long enough to bend down and plant a kiss on her lips.
“It’s my show though,” she told him, roughly spreading his legs and bobbing her head over his cock at the same time.
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