On the floor, Trey groaned as he slowly came around. I turned so I was standing between him and Shane.
“What happened?” he mumbled as he glanced around. When his gaze focused on Shane, he blinked, his eyes obviously still stinging from the Mace. “Stevenson?”
“Yup.” Shane’s arms wrapped around my waist, staking his claim. “Stay the fuck away from my girl.”
Trey muttered a curse. “I didn’t know she was your girl, fucker. And really? You have a steady girl?” His gaze traveled to me and over my body almost leeringly. “Not that I can question your taste.” But then he wiped his hands over his eyes. They were watering from the reaction to the chemical. “Fuck, this hurts!”
Because the lobby was off to the side of the hotel entrance, no one had noticed our confrontation. But with Trey continuing to curse it drew the attention of the manager and a few others. The manager, an older man with almost completely gray hair, stepped forward. “Is there a problem here?”
Shane turned to face the man. “The guy has something in his eyes,” he informed the manager with a face that was like stone it was so hard. “He may need medical attention.”
I glanced down at the other rocker. His face was red, the burn from the Mace affecting the skin around his eyes as well. I bit my lip, feeling sorry for the guy now.
“This doesn’t look good at all,” the manager commented when he crouched down to take a better look at the guy’s eyes. “What happened, sir?”
I waited for the Drunken Monkey to tell the older man that I had assaulted him. I had a sudden fear that the cops were going to be called and I’d be arrested for spraying Trey with my Mace. Instead, he grumbled something about being stupid and left it at that.
Shane tightened his hold on my waist and urged me to move away from the group that was now forming around us. When we where outside in front of the hotel, he pulled me against him and kissed me hard. “I don’t think I like your job anymore.”
I gave me a small smile. “It’s not so bad,” I assured him. “And I carry my Mace for things like this.”
“I’m buying you a Taser. You can fry the next guy’s ass. Not that I see this happening again. No one will touch you when I’m with you.”
I bit my tongue to keep from arguing with him but couldn’t help but smile at how protecting and possessive he was.
Shane
I was still shaking a little by the time the taxi pulled to a stop in front of Sensual House. I couldn’t get the thought of some guy trying to manhandle Harper out of my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more pissed I got. But my girl sure had shown some balls today.
I knew Trey from way back when Demon’s Wings had first gotten started. He and the other Drunken Monkeys were hard-core, worse than Demon’s Wings or even OtherWorld when it came to causing trouble and partying. There had even been a rumor a few years before that their drummer had raped an underage girl after one of their concerts. And I wasn’t all that sure it was just a rumor.
So it was little wonder why I was so torn up over Harper’s ordeal. But with her holding on to me the entire taxi ride, I was beginning to feel calmer. Simply having her hand on my arm was enough to ground me.
I paid the driver and then pulled her out with me. She frowned up at the huge brownstone building. It looked like any other place in the city and in beautiful condition on the outside with a nondescript look that was completely misleading to the business that was housed inside. Sensual House was one of several sex clubs that were located in New York. It catered to every possible sex fetish known to man, and some that weren’t even invented yet.
I hadn’t ever been to Sensual House before and knew that it was a more couple oriented place than what I usually went for. While most clubs catered to casual sex, Sensual House was exclusively for couples, couples that were experimenting or just needed to spice up their sex life. A place where both partners could feel safe and secure with the added anonymity.
When Harper had asked for toys to experiment with, I had known this was the place for us.
“Where are we?” she asked as she continued to stare up at the brownstone.
I didn’t answer but pulled her up the steps and rang the doorbell. A woman answered the door with an air of professionalism to her. “Yes?”
“Shane Stevenson.” I had called ahead to make arrangements for everything I wanted and needed for Harper’s first time. My name and the password that each client was given was my key inside. “Red room.”
The woman tilted her head and stepped back to let us enter. The foyer was typical of any business, clean and stylish in décor. Harper remained quiet beside me as the woman closed the door behind us. “Welcome to Sensual House, Mr. Stevenson. Your room is already prepared. My name is Yvonne. Should you and your lovely guest need anything, please use your in-room phone and we will be happy to assist you in any way.”
I took the key that she offered and lead Harper upstairs. When we reached our room, I pulled her inside and finally explained where we were. Her eyes widened. A part of me had been worried that this would freak her out; that this wasn’t something that she would go for. But as the surprise started to fade, I could see the hunger filling those violet eyes I loved so much.
Harper
I’ll be honest, the whole sex club thing had really thrown me. But when I realized what Sensual House was about, I relaxed a little. I knew that Shane only wanted to make me feel safe and didn’t want to break my trust. Oddly enough, he had set me at ease because as excited as I’d been, I’d also been scared.
The room we were in was just like something out of an erotic novel. Red walls with crimson décor. The four post king sized bed had actual silk sheets, and of course they were red as well. Pillows in red and black were stacked against the head board while rose petals—red rose petals—were scattered across the sheets.
And on a long table covered in a satin cloth, toys of every shape and form were ready to be played with. My nerves returned as I crossed over to them and touched one after another. I was completely naïve and knew absolutely nothing about any of these objects and could only take a guess what each did.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Shane’s hard chest was warm against my back. A breath shuddered from him, and I realized he was just as nervous as I was. That calmed all of my nervousness and I turned in his arms.
“Say something.”
I smiled. “Thank you. This is perfect.”
His eyes were searching mine, seeking reassurance that I was really okay with all of this. “Are you sure? We can leave right now and we can do this however you want, whenever you want.”
“No. I think this is going to be fun. Besides, I trust you.”
Relief flashed across his handsome face, and he kissed me long and hard. No matter how many times Shane kissed me, I would never be ready for how intoxicating his taste was. How just the skim of his tongue over my bottom lip sent a shiver down my spine and made my sex flood with desire. He took my breath away and left me aching with just a simple kiss.
Almost reluctantly he stepped back. “There is lingerie in the closet. I ordered a few that you can choose from. Pick what you want and model it for me.”
There were three different sets of lingerie to choose from: a red and black lace chemise set that came with fishnet thigh highs and a garter belt; a crimson skirtini set that came with silk stockings; and a black satin peek-a-boo bra and thong set.
Pulling the skirtini set out, I went into the bathroom to change. The bathroom was gigantic. A walk-in shower was right next to a clawfoot tub that was easily big enough for two. A floor length mirror was on the wall in front of the shower, and I could easily imagine Shane making love to me in the shower while I watched in that mirror.
That image alone had me panting a little as I stripped of my simple black skirt and white top. The skirtini was cute, and I loved the feel of the silk stockings on my skin as I slid them over my legs. When I had dressed in the lingerie, I turned to get
a glance of myself.
For the first time in my life, I thought I could actually see what Shane claimed he saw every time he looked at me. I might not be beautiful, but right in this moment I looked sexy as hell.
Smiling, I left the bathroom to find Shane sitting on the edge of the big crimson bed. He was actually wearing boxers, and that made me pause for a moment. My man looked really good in the masculine underwear.
He held his hand out for me, and I eagerly crossed over to him and placed my hand in his. Blue-gray eyes were eating me alive as they traveled from the top of my head to the tip of my silk stocking covered feet. A gentle tug and I was pulled across his chest as he fell back onto the bed.
“I love you so much, Harper.”
“I love you too.” It felt good to tell him. My heart felt lighter for having told him those magically powerful words. “Better not break my heart, mister,” I gently teased, even as I was praying that he never would.
“I won’t. Your heart is safe with me,” he promised.
With a smile I brushed a kiss over his lips.
It was so crazy how one little kiss could light a spark that led to such a huge explosion. Shane stood and pulled his boxers down his powerful thighs. I licked my lips as his dick sprang free and lifted toward his stomach. I had come to learn the three stages of Shane’s need for me: hard, harder, hardest. At the moment he was definitely reaching the hardest, and I grew wet when I saw the tip of his dick weeping for me.
“Did you see anything you wanted to try first?” His voice was all throaty, a sure sign that he was just as needy for me as I was for him.
I blushed and nodded. Shane smiled down at me tenderly. “Which one?”
I pointed toward the first toy, the one that had caught my attention the most. It was odd looking, as they all were, but this one looked the safest. Shane tilted his head and turned toward the large, unopened bottle of lubricant. I was in awe as he put a few squirts into his hands and rubbed them over his straining dick. He stilled for a moment as his rough fingers stroked over his sensitive flesh, and I realized that he still had that hang up despite our healing lovemaking that morning.
When his dick was shiny with the lubricant, he reached for the toy and slipped the ring part down over his shaft. He had to stretch it wide to fit, but when it was in place he looked nearly twice as big as he hand moments ago. My mouth went dry and my sex grew wetter. I had to squeeze my thighs together to ease some of the ache that was starting to consume me.
Shane squirted a small amount of the lubricant into his hand and came back to the bed. As he reached me, I caught the scent of the lubricant. “Lemon?” I said with a grin.
“Our favorite.” He winked as he climbed onto the huge bed on his knees. The lubricant was room temperature, but my body was on fire so it felt a little chilly as he rubbed the thick liquid over my clit through the crotchless skirtini. “Don’t want you to get friction burn, beautiful.”
I moaned as his fingers lingered, warming the lubricant as he massaged it into my aching flesh. As good as this felt, I was ready to tell him to forget the toys. All I wanted was him. But before I could open my mouth, he leaned over me and kissed me. My thighs spread wider for him, and I whimpered as the tip of his slick dick slipped into me.
Nipping at my lip, keeping me distracted while he reached between us and pressed a button at the same time, he slipped completely into me. My finger nails dug into his back at the first feel of the vibrations on my clit. The sensation felt so good, so amazing, that it scared me for a moment. Shane didn’t move as he let me become accustomed to the feel of the little vibrator that had pleasure nubs rubbing over my aching clit.
“Do you like this?” he asked in that desire roughened voice that never failed to send shivers down my spine.
“Y-yes. Oh, yes!” I gasped when he moved, causing the vibrator to glide across my clit while he gently thrust deep. “Oh, oh, I like this.”
“Fuck, baby!” He buried his face in my neck. “Watching you like this is killing me! Come for me, so I can empty into you. I swear I will do it all over again. As many times as you want. Just please come with me now.”
His words shattered me. My nails scraped across his back as my inner muscles clenched around his thick arousal. I felt the first hot, thick jet of his release and convulsed around him.
“AHHHHH!” I cried, coming apart for him harder than I could ever remember doing before.
Over the next three hours, Shane gave me one explosive orgasm after another, all with a different toy. I found that I loved playing with him like this and was almost scared that I’d become addicted to it. Breathless from another mind blowing release, I lay on top of Shane. We were both damp with sweat and borderline exhausted. With a growl, he held me close and I pillowed my head on his chest, comforted by the heavy pounding of his heartbeat.
“You are amazing,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head.
“So are you.”
“It’s never been like this for me before,” Shane confessed. “I’ve never felt like this.”
Curious, I propped my head up on my hand. “How do you feel?”
“More alive. Free. Captivated and enthralled.” He grinned. “I’m a little in awe of you and how much I love you, beautiful.”
My smile wasn’t as big as his as I tried to keep my sudden tears from spilling. “Me too. It’s a little scary.”
“No, baby. It is crazy scary, but that’s not a bad thing.” He pulled me back down so that I had my head on his chest once more. “Let’s get some rest and play some more.”
“You know, I really like it here.”
“Good. I’m glad I didn’t freak you out.”
“Maybe we can try out a few of the other rooms next time.”
He laughed. “Sure. Whichever one you want, beautiful.”
Chapter 19
Harper
The yelling woke me from a deep sleep.
It took me a good thirty seconds to realize where I was. Over the last several months, I had spent equal time in Shane’s bed as I had my own. During that time I hadn’t slept alone once, so I was even more confused because I was alone now.
Shane’s raised voice brought me out of my confusion, and when I heard Lana join in, I became concerned. Since her miscarriage Lana’s emotions had been all over the place, but she had started acting more and more like the old Lana. By the time Drake had proposed a month ago we were all sure she was going to be alright.
But the way she was yelling at the moment told me she was far from fine about something. I could actually hear tears in her voice as she yelled at Shane.
Tossing the covers back, I grabbed the robe I had been leaving at Shane’s place. I was completely naked, but there was no time for more than the thin robe. I was just pulling it closed and tying it tight when I threw the door open and rushed down the hall to the living room.
The voices were louder now that they weren’t muffled behind the thick door of Shane’s bedroom. “I don’t give a fuck what you say! There will be no bachelor party.”
I froze in the entrance to the living room. Bachelor party? This was the first time I had heard anything about one, but of course I should have thought Shane would want to throw one for his brother. Still, I knew a little about the last bachelor party Shane and his brother had in Vegas just the year before.
“It isn’t going to be like that!” Shane defended. “I swear to you, sis. This is just going to be a bunch of guys getting together and catching up.”
“Which really means you are all going to a strip club. No.”
Yeah, that was the picture that had invaded my mind the minute the words bachelor party had been mentioned. If I had a say in it, my answer would be a loud no, too. In the months that Shane and I had been dating, we’d been nearly inseparable. I hadn’t even had one reason to be jealous of other women, but suddenly I was feeling very insecure.
“I told you, Lana. No strippers. No booze. Just OtherWorld and Demon’s Wings getting together to j
am and relax.” Shane glared down at the woman that was going to become his sister-in-law in just a little over a week. “Don’t be selfish, Lana. Drake deserves a party.”
Lana gasped and I watched as the color drained from her cheeks. “Is that what I am? Selfish?” The hurt in her voice and shining out of her amber eyes twisted something in my chest. “So it’s selfish to feel like this? To be scared out of my mind when it was one of your parties that nearly destroyed us in the first place?”
Shane flinched as if she had slapped him. “No! Look, I know you’re scared. You have every right to be. But you have to trust him, Lana. He isn’t going to hurt you again. Not when he has everything he could ever possibly want now.”
“You know what? Fine! Go, have your fucking party. But that just means that I can have one of my own.” Lana turned her head and meet my gaze. I saw the hurt, the defiance, and the vengeance burning in her eyes and had to bite my cheek to keep from grinning. “Right, Harper?”
Shane’s head snapped around. His blue-gray eyes narrowed, but I didn’t even look his way. “It’s going to be epic,” I assured my friend.
“Now wait a minute,” Shane said as I moved past him to hug Lana.
But I tuned him out, already making plans for Lana’s party. “Let’s call Dallas. She will know exactly what to do. I’m thinking Emmie and Layla will want in on it too.”
“Harper, it’s not a traditional bachelor party!” Shane tried to explain as I picked up the cordless by the couch and punched in the number for my apartment. “I swear there isn’t any reason for you to be mad.”
“Who said I was mad?” I asked as I waited for Dallas to pick up on the other end of the phone. “Why should I be mad that you’ve probably been planning something like this from the moment you knew Drake was going to ask Lana to marry him but I’m only hearing about it now?”
“Because you and Lana weren’t supposed to know about it at all,” he muttered half under his breath.
“Yeah, and I would have remained ignorant if I hadn’t heard him on the phone with Axton about the party Friday night.” Lana glared at him. “And trust me, knowing that you are planning this stupid thing with Axton Cage only makes me more anxious.”
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