“Do you know anything about this place?” Zane continued talking to Sawyer while he watched Travis.
“Not a clue. I’ve tried researching it, but the McCoy’s have somehow managed to keep it out of the media. Completely.”
Zane had no idea how they could’ve accomplished that, but he was interested in finding out. He didn’t think Travis had the same intentions for AI, but Zane wasn’t positive on that either. After tonight, he fully intended to sit down with Sawyer and Travis and define what the expectations were for these clubs. Zane had some ideas, yet he was certain he’d have more before the night was out.
“Looks like the party is getting started,” Sawyer whispered when Logan and his wife Samantha walked in.
Zane made his way over to V, listening to a couple of the introductions being made. Some guy named Dylan, a younger couple, probably closer to Zane’s age – Lucie and Kane – and an intimidating looking man that Logan referred to as Trent. The Trent guy didn’t look like one to fuck with either, but he did look oddly familiar. Like Zane had seen him on television or something.
Taking V’s hand, Zane followed the rest of the group back out to the parking garage, then in through a door that looked like it would’ve led to some sort of mechanical room. For all intents and purposes, Zane felt as though they were walking through a maze.
Although no one entered any codes along the way, he didn’t miss the number of small, electronic boxes lining the walls just outside of a set of double doors that were currently open, and manned by at least two security guards.
Before they made it to the last set of doors, Zane heard the thump of the music as it pounded through the club, getting louder as they moved closer. Once he stepped inside, he had to keep moving around the group as everyone stopped in one place as though they were on some sort of scenic tour.
Holding V’s hand, Zane eased to one side, noticing a bar backlit with brilliant pink LEDs.
“Holy shit,” V’s startled mumble had Zane glancing over at her, then following her gaze to the two women standing behind the bar.
Holy shit was right.
The entire setup was stimulation for the senses, in a wildly risqué sort of way. Between the loud, provocative music, the scantily clad bartenders, the black floors and walls, along with the metal cages suspended halfway up on thick, steel poles, the whole place screamed sex. That could also have been concluded by the few groups of people scattered about, actually engaged in some sort of sexual act.
He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but this clearly wasn’t it. Zane had frequented his fair share of strip clubs and those were seedy by comparison. From what he could tell, Luke and Logan had spared no expense on this place. The building was vast, with what appeared to be three floors, although those above were only around the perimeter of the building.
Aside from the lavish setup at the glass bars and the expensive looking furniture scattered about the lower level, there was an overabundance of steel and glass. In fact, that was the only other material Zane noticed, and he liked the design, which inspired some ideas in his mind for his own club.
“I thought he closed it down?” V asked from beside him, interrupting his thoughts.
“I doubt we’d find much interest if no one were here,” Zane informed her. Seriously, what were they all going to do, separate and go at it? He didn’t see that happening.
While Luke and Logan moved together around the room, followed by Travis, the rest of the group seemed to scatter, including their wives. A few people moved up the stairs while the others took in the scene in one of the huge glass rooms located on the main floor. Zane wasn’t sure what they were expected to do, so he just took V’s hand and decided to give himself a tour. He didn’t need to know the logistics – Travis could manage that – but he was interested in seeing the overall club and getting a glimpse into what actually went on there.
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The night flew by in a blur of motion and activity. V spent the last three hours cuddled up to Zane’s side, watching with voyeuristic fascination, everything that was going on in the club until, finally, the group they came with opted to leave. Interestingly enough, V hadn’t seen anything remotely sexual out of any of the people they came with. Not that she had been looking. Ok, she had been looking.
Everyone seemed to be doing a scope of the setup, rather than showing any interest in what was going on there. Considering the conversation she’d had with the other women at dinner, V had been a little disappointed not to see Samantha go wild. The woman seemed like the type, but tonight, at least at the club, she had composed herself exceedingly well.
Now that V and Zane were back at the hotel, she longed to crawl into bed and close her eyes. It’d been a long day, starting with a long drive, and then a night at a club that managed to overstimulate every single one of her senses.
Truthfully, she had been stunned by Club Destiny. Initially, she had expected just a glorified strip club, maybe with a little upscale design. That was by far what she found when they arrived. Not that she had been to many strip clubs, nor had she ever been to a fetish club, or swingers club, or whatever the hell they labeled it as. She liked it enough. Definitely enough that she was even more interested in what the Walkers were planning to do with AI.
Sneaking into the bathroom, V took a few minutes to wash her makeup off, brush her teeth and then comb her hair before changing into a tank top and boxer shorts that she brought along to sleep in. Once she was finished, she made her way back to the bed where Zane was propped up against the headboard, watching television.
Without a shirt on.
Heaven help her.
Had she seriously been thinking about sleep just a few minutes ago? There was no way she was thinking about it now. Not with Zane spread out before her like a feast.
“Hmmm...” Zane’s mumble had V’s eyes darting to his, a blush infusing her face. He’d caught her admiring him, and she couldn’t hide the fleeting embarrassment that overcame her.
“I like when you look at me like that,” Zane stated as their eyes met. “It’s like you want to feast on me. Is that what you want?”
V knew he was teasing her, but what Zane didn’t know was that he’d nailed it accurately. No longer were her eyelids heavy with the need to go to sleep, they were now heavy with something entirely different.
“Answer me, V,” Zane stated with a bark of demand in his tone.
His demeanor belied the hungry animal just beneath the surface, and V loved that about him. He looked like the average, laidback country boy, but deep down, he was an alpha male with serious control issues.
She stood rooted to the floor, watching as Zane slowly unbuttoned his jeans, then lowered the zipper, his eyes watching her as he did. When the denim eased open, revealing his impressive erection, V fought the urge to gasp. She wanted him to think he didn’t affect her, but she knew she wasn’t fooling anyone but herself. She was mesmerized by the sight of all that muscle, toned and rippled, beckoning her to touch him. Zane Walker was by far the hottest man she had ever met. Even though she was inclined to agree that all of the Walker brothers were exorbitantly gifted in the looks department, not a one of them held a candle to Zane’s perfection.
He didn’t beckon her over, but somehow, her feet carried her closer to the bed until her knees bumped the edge of the mattress. Directly in front of her, sprawled out like a god that needed to be worshipped, Zane stared up at her, his cock firmly in his grasp. She watched as he slowly stroked from the root to the tip and then back down, never increasing his rhythm and looking all the more relaxed. Here she was, heat pooling between her thighs, her mouth watering, and her nipples acting as a homing beacon with Zane as the intended target.
Climbing up onto the bed with him, V stayed between his spread legs as she moved in closer on her hands and knees. The seductive, sly grin he shot her was like an arrow straight to her clit, making her body zing with awareness. She loved when he turned all that charm on her. Thankfully, V had never wit
nessed another woman being the recipient of all that country boy charm, and she was grateful for that. At least she could think for a little while that it’d all been saved up for her.
Lowering her head, she kept her eyes trained on his before sticking out her tongue and licking him like a lollipop, applying just a tad more pressure against the vein running along the underside of his shaft. When he growled, dropping his head back and closing his eyes, V mentally patted herself on the back.
Without using her hands, she continued to play with him, lavishing his cock with her tongue and sucking him into her mouth, but only briefly. She glimpsed the contraction of his stomach muscles, felt the way his thigh muscles knotted against her arms, and each reaction spurred her on.
He hadn’t said a word and V was surprised. She’d come to expect a play by play with him, and honestly, she was anticipating it. She knew at some point he would break, she just hoped she could outlast him.
When Zane pressed one thigh up between her legs, she couldn’t resist the urge to grind down against him, applying just enough friction on her clit to have chills running up and down her spine. She knew she probably could get off this way, but she didn’t mention it to Zane. If she were lucky, which after the night they had at the club she was pretty sure she would be, there was going to be a lot more in store for her than just some dry humping and a little oral stimulation. Although, she was greatly looking forward to some oral stimulation – both his and hers.
Zane’s hips began to move slightly, his cock pressing firmly against her tongue as she continued to lick him, trying to avoid taking him into her mouth as much as possible. The temptation to suck him hard and deep was intense, but V wanted this to last. She owed him a little teasing after all of the sexual torment he usually put her through.
Turning her head slightly, V opened her mouth and then used her teeth to lightly scrape the underside of his cock, starting at the crest and then sliding ever so slowly down to the base before she teased his balls with her tongue. That earned her a grunt and a growl from Zane as well as his fingers sliding into her hair and holding her to him firmly.
“Ahhh, fuck, V.”
She smiled as she continued to bathe him with her tongue, ensuring she went slowly although he was beginning to drive his hips upward to meet her mouth.
“All the way. Suck my balls into your hot fucking mouth, V.”
Her body hummed with desire as he instructed her, the rough, gravel pitch of his voice proof that she was succeeding at driving him wild. She did as he instructed, opening her mouth wide and sucking his balls fully inside before moaning her acquiescence, knowing that the vibration likely would have him moaning.
“Son of a bitch!”
Bingo.
Zane’s fingers fisted in her hair, lifting her head and effectively dislodging his cock from her mouth. Before she knew what happened, she was on her back, Zane kneeling between her thighs with a smile on his face that promised some heated retribution.
She wasn’t sure she was going to make it through the night.
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The woman drove him absolutely wild with a smile, and when she turned her attention on him in other ways, Zane barely managed to control himself. He hadn’t been this quick on the trigger since high school, but somehow V managed to pull him right to the edge where he had to hang on by his fingernails just to keep from coming.
This was why she was now beneath him.
He didn’t have any problem going from point A to point C, but he damn sure wasn’t going to avoid point B just to get there.
“Lift up your shirt,” he instructed, doing his part to pull the tiny pink boxers down her legs.
She teased him by lifting the shirt enough to bare her flat, tan belly, but little else. Zane cocked his eyebrow at her which was all it took to have her laughing beneath him. In one expeditious movement, Zane had her almost folded in half, the tops of her knees almost touching the mattress and her pretty pink pussy suggestively displayed for him.
“Mmmm.” Zane licked his lips, glancing between her legs and then up at her face. The laughter died instantly, and now V was panting as she watched him.
Using the same techniques she had used on him, Zane lowered his head, trailing his tongue from the top of her slit, careful not to graze her clit, then all the way down to her opening. He repeated this over and over, licking her like an ice cream cone until she was moaning his name and begging for more.
“Lift up your shirt,” he repeated his instruction from earlier, wondering how long it would take for her to realize this was her punishment for disobeying him the first time. There was no way Zane was going to let her come until he was satisfied that she was doing what he asked.
He watched as she lifted the thin tank top up and over her full, firm breasts, her fingers grazing her nipples in the process.
“Play with them,” he told her, not lowering his mouth back to where she wanted him until she did. When she began pinching and twisting her nipples lightly, he licked her again. He kept watching her and every time she applied more pressure to her nipples, he applied equal amount of pressure with his tongue until he was flicking her clit with fervor, listening to her moan and plead once more.
“Zane!” He sensed her warning, she was close, but he wasn’t quite ready for her to come just yet, so he pulled back. That earned him a death glare and a huff of frustration which only made him smile.
“You like that?”
“God, yes.”
“Well, I’ll keep going, but you have to do something for me.”
“Anything,” she stated firmly, and for once, Zane believed she was serious.
“Tell me what you liked most about the club. About what you saw other people doing at the club tonight,” he ordered her and then lowered his head once more, running his tongue lightly over her slit once again as though starting over from the beginning. This time he teased her anus with his tongue while he was at it, and V cried out.
“Tell me, or I’ll stop.”
“The second floor,” she whispered, sounding both nervous and highly aroused.
Zane licked her, teasing her clit one time. He paused and waited. He could do this all night.
“The one room...” she began, her breath catching as he moved his tongue against her again. “The one with the two girls and one guy.”
Zane knew exactly what room she was talking about. That had been pretty fucking intense, he had to admit. It wasn’t anything that he couldn’t see in any typical porn video, but seeing it live had been enough to make his dick hard.
He paused again, waiting for her to continue.
“I liked how one girl was fucking the other girl’s mouth.”
The image flashed in his mind. One girl had been laying flat on the bed, a man kneeling between her splayed thighs while another woman had been sitting with her pussy pressed against the first ones mouth. Definitely entertaining. Not that he would’ve thought V would’ve liked it so much.
Pulling his mouth away, he stared up at her. “Did you enjoy watching two women together?”
She sucked in a breath and Zane waited patiently for her to answer. “Did you, V?”
“Yes,” she moaned and Zane forcefully pushed her thighs more flush against her body, crushing his mouth to her pussy as the thought of V with another woman flashed through his mind. Before he knew what was happening, V was screaming his name, coming with a rush against his mouth.
With hurried movements, Zane was off the bed, shucking his jeans onto the floor before mounting V, and without preamble, he was thrusting inside of her while she screamed out.
He immediately stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
“No! Please! Fuck me!” she begged, pulling him down until their mouths were fused together, his hips fucking into her wildly until they were both covered in sweat.
“God, V,” he groaned, trying to slow his punishing thrusts but all of the images of what he’d seen at the club scrambled his brain and the lust overruled his common sen
se.
“Zane!” V screamed his name as her pussy spasmed around his dick, milking his release from him in an unexpected, damn near painful rush.
Chapter Twenty Three
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“What’s up?” Zane greeted Beau when he saw Beau on his front porch on Wednesday evening. He’d been surprised to actually hear from the man since the two of them hadn’t spoken nearly as much as usual, especially after what had happened that one night. “Mind if I take a shower real quick? You can grab a couple of beers.”
Zane had been at the gym, confused when Beau said he couldn’t make it, especially now that the man was sitting on his front porch.
“Sure.”
Ten minutes later, he was showered and sitting on one of the rockers on his back porch, a few feet away from Beau. He wasn’t sure why Beau chose to come out back, but the deck did offer a better view of the creek behind the house which was more pleasant than staring at the dirt drive that bisected his parents’ land. He didn’t need to ask to know that Beau had something to say, it was apparent by the simple fact that he showed up.
“I’m sorry,” Beau said quietly, making Zane turn to look at him.
“For what?” Asking the question wasn’t necessary because Zane had a feeling he knew exactly what Beau was here to discuss. As much as Zane knew they needed to talk, he was distinctly uncomfortable.
“The other night.”
Zane didn’t ask any more questions. He knew Beau, and he knew his friend would say what was on his mind, it just took him some time to get there.
A few minutes passed as they stared into the twilight, listening to the gentle gurgle of the creek, drinking the beers Beau had retrieved. Zane didn’t even taste his. He was too concerned about the conversation and the uneasy tension that lingered between them. They’d been around each other more than once since that night, but for some reason it felt like it just happened a few minutes ago.
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