by TL Reeve
“I didn’t say it earlier, but thanks for coming with me.” He cut his gaze to Scotty who still appeared to be healing nicely. According to Thomas, the bruising around his ribs along with the hematoma were gone. Now, all that was left to finish healing was the bullet wound on his leg. “You sure he’s going to be okay?”
Thomas nodded. “His ribs are almost mended as is his leg. He’s a bit weak still, but overall, Rae gave him a clean bill of health.”
“Good. Any luck locating Raul?”
Thomas shook his head. “He’s in the wind. Next week Scotty is being cleared to return to work. We’ll begin a secondary mission then. This one should net results.”
The door opened, and Trixie joined them. She wore a long, fitted burgundy dress, and her hair had been styled in a glamorous updo evocative of a bygone era. She reminded him of Mae West with her bombshell curves. As she glided across the room toward them, AJ came up beside Scotty and took his hand. She stared at Trixie with a mixture of awe and jealousy.
“Duncan, it’s so good to see you again.” Trixie’s husky voice oozed confidence and sex appeal.
He air-kissed Trixie then introduced his friends Thomas, Scotty, and AJ. “Everyone, this is Mistress Trixie, she owns Club X.”
“Aren’t you a treat,” Trixie murmured, placing her finger under AJ’s chin.
AJ’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink as she licked her bottom lip. “Yes, Mistress.”
Trixie slid her gaze to Scotty. “Which makes you our first deaf Master, how extraordinary.” She grinned. “Welcome to Club X. I hope you enjoy your visit.” She caught Scotty’s attention, so he could read her lips. “If there’s anything you need while you’re here, please let me know.” She then gave her attention to AJ. “If you have any issues, which you shouldn’t, please come find Paul. He’s the club’s manager as well as with my sub. He’ll know what to do.”
“T-thank you,” AJ said, bowing her head.
“Shall we, gentleman?” Trixie motioned to her office. “I hear we have juicy business to discuss.”
Duncan followed behind her while Thomas took a moment to instruct his sub and Scotty before kissing both of them. Duncan and Thomas trailed Trixie while AJ and Scotty went with Paul. Duncan stopped short, glancing in Paul’s direction as the man escorted Scotty and AJ onto the main floor of the club. If Duncan had to guess, Scotty and AJ would probably wait for Thomas before they tried anything.
“Now, what can I do for you gentlemen, and how do I get you to join my club?” The corner of Trixie’s mouth twitched with mischief as she peered up at Thomas.
Thomas chuckled. “I’m flattered, but I was under the assumption this conversation was about business only.”
“Pity.” Trixie frowned. “Proceed.”
Duncan cut his gaze to Thomas before giving her his full attention. “I have a situation. Well, more of a mission.”
“Don’t you always,” Trixie teased. “Sit. Sit. Sit. What have you gotten yourself into this time?”
“It’s not necessarily me.” Duncan explained the events as best as he could without revealing too much information. He took a seat in one of the chairs Trixie offered. “Enzo and Bella are the keys to this investigation, but I need to find them somewhere safe.”
“You want to keep them here?”
“In my apartment, yes. I’m not sure how long they’d be staying or what will happen after the fact. I also know keeping them at the club is also putting your establishment at risk.” He supposed if Trixie said no, he could ask Asher, but then the man might keep Enzo and Bella in some cell, like he had Lincoln’s guys and Dario.
“You’re his back up,” Trixie said to Thomas.
“I am. However, I also have responsibilities to my team. We’re in the middle of an op.”
Trixie held up her hand. “Say no more. I understand.”
“The point of this is to keep them alive until the trial date, whenever that might be.” Duncan crossed his arms. “Since I’m not needed there, I can be here.”
Trixie stared at Duncan then Thomas. She could deny him everything, since she had to think about her clients first and foremost. Bringing Enzo and Bella to the club could put everyone in danger, not just himself or them. If Trixie said no, he’d bring them back to Virginia Beach to R.O.O.T.’s base of operation and keep them hidden there. A cell was better than being killed.
“I can make sure someone is always here, if you requested it,” Thomas added. “I believe Scotty and AJ might find this club to their tastes on occasion as well.”
A satisfied grin tugged at Trixie’s lips. “You must be the smooth talker of the pair of you.”
“I wouldn’t go so f—”
“Good. Flattery only gets you so far,” she replied, sitting forward. The twinkle in her eyes was the only indication she enjoyed their byplay.
“Well, I wouldn’t call it flattery as much as truth.” Thomas crossed his legs and picked at the invisible lint at his knee. “I’ve been looking for a new club.”
“So, you’d bribe me, then?” She wiggled in her chair. “This is going smashingly. You gentlemen have piqued my interests.”
“Well, that didn’t go so bad.” Thomas took a sip of the Macallan whiskey the server brought him. They were tucked into the corner of the main play area, surrounded by sounds of both men and women in various stages of pleasure and pain. The first floor of the warehouse had an open layout with a bar, seating arrangements, and public play stations. On the second floor were private rooms where those who didn’t like the exhibitionist aspects of BDSM could enjoy their evening without restraint.
Duncan’s palms itched in anticipation. It had been awhile since he played and even longer since he had sex. He snorted into the foam of his Guinness and held up his finger while taking a hearty pull from his beer. “She didn’t say yes.”
“She also didn’t say no.” Thomas swirled his drink. He was correct. Mistress Trixie needed time to weigh the pros and cons of having Enzo and Bella there. In all honesty, Duncan hated waiting. He’d rather Trixie told him no on the spot than do this.
“It’s a risk.”
“True,” Thomas agreed. “The whole operation could blow up in our faces.”
No shit. Who in their right mind would want to risk themselves to heat from a cartel, let alone the Nieto Cartel? It had been a stupid idea, and after Duncan finished his drink, he’d go with plan B. He’d have to call Asher and lay it out to him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Paul approaching them. Both of them stopped their conversation, not wanting the sub to report anything back to Trixie while she was ‘thinking about it.’
“Excuse me, Master Thomas.” The submissive bowed slightly. “Master Scotty and your sub AJ are on their way to join you.”
“Thank you, Paul.” Thomas’s gaze drifted around the dimly lit area as he tried to find his lovers.
“You going to play?” Thomas quirked a brow. “Let off a little steam.”
He wanted to say yes. He’d brought his leathers, and he had intended to change and perhaps work out some of the stress and tension he’d felt in his shoulders for the last couple of weeks. But no one appealed to him. No, that wasn’t necessarily true. Someone, or more specifically, two someones did catch his eye. One had fathomless brown eyes and the other had spicy whiskey hued eyes. Bella could cleave a man in two with her attitude while Enzo was more of a peacemaker. He winced mentally, chiding himself for even thinking about the siblings. Like his life wasn’t already fucked up.
Before he made a drastic left turn into the FBI, Duncan proclaimed himself a heterosexual Dom. No ifs, ands, or buts. Yet, once he arrived in America and began to experience shit not available back home, he went a little hog wild. Now, if he was forced to label himself—which he wasn’t really big into—he’d say he was more pansexual than anything.
His da would probably blow a gasket if he knew Duncan had fucked both men and women for fun. His poor mum, if she was still alive, would’ve headed off
to their church and prayed to the Virgin Mary for his poor, misguided soul. Unfortunately, Duncan and his father’s actions always had consequences. A car bomb meant for his da took her from them. Just so happened, his mum’s car wouldn’t start, so she borrowed his. Maybe if his father had died instead, Duncan’s life would’ve been different. Maybe, if she’d been able to pray for his poisoned soul, his mum would still be alive.
The day his mum died, his whole life changed—and not for the better. When he’d been arrested, Duncan was at the lowest point of his life. If he expected his father to bail him out, nah, his da would never stoop to plead his son’s case. Instead, his father used his collected favors to ship Duncan off to America. Of course, it came with stipulations—he had to report in to his da. The bastard was a gossiping git who wanted to know everything, especially if it could benefit the organization.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Thomas stated.
“Thinking.”
“It’s dangerous when you do that—think.” Thomas smirked. “People end up dead or missing.”
Duncan shrugged. Thomas read his file and knew all the things he’d been capable of. He waited for the day to come when Thomas would ask why he joined the IRA. Why he didn’t tell his father no. Since he never said a word to Duncan about it, he didn’t bring the subject up either. Some things were better off staying tucked away in the dark. “Eh, some deserved it.”
Thomas chuckled. “Your humor is dark.”
So was the truth about Duncan. Dangerous was an understatement when it came to him. If he hadn’t been so careless or cocky, his life would’ve gone in a different direction altogether.
More like fucked up.
His thoughts swirled, taking him back to a time when he’d been more ruthless and bloodthirsty. What would Enzo and Bella think of him if they knew the truth? He didn’t look down on them, but it was a little hypocritical, right? Pretending to be someone he wasn’t? He was, for all intents and purposes, a criminal in an FBI suit. Yet, knowing the truth didn’t stop the lust pounding through his veins, or the yearning building in his chest. He’d convinced himself—okay, lied to himself—if he fucked Bella and Enzo, he’d scratch the itch and end his dry spell, effectively clearing his mind and ending the irrational infatuation.
Thomas ran the pad of his finger around the rim of his glass while staring at Duncan. It was unnerving how deep the man’s understanding went or how quickly he could peg a person. It made Duncan uneasy. He had to change the subject and bring it back to their current situation. Although, how did he casually talk about Thomas’s relationship dynamic? How did the man navigate two partners when so much had happened in such a short amount of time?
“Ask,” Thomas said. “You’re about to jump out of your skin with curiosity.”
“Ask what?” Duncan hated the fact the other man could always read his mind.
Thomas cocked a brow as he leaned forward to place his glass on the table. “Never took you for the shy type. Pity you’re going to start that bullshit now.” He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “You want to know about my relationship with AJ and Scotty.”
Fine, he’d go there. He’d be as blunt as Thomas, if not more so. “Are you fucking Scotty?”
Thomas snickered. “Not yet, but I’m sure it’ll happen when he’s ready.” He brushed his hand over the expensive material of his suit. “Your dick getting hard for the two taking up residence at your place?”
Duncan shrugged with a feigned nonchalance. “Unfortunately.”
“What’s unfortunate about it?” Thomas pressed. “Believe it or not, Duncan, you deserve a shot at happiness.”
“Where to start? The list is long, after all.” He held up his hand, ticking off the few major reasons a relationship with Enzo and Bella wouldn’t work. “They’re siblings. Former drug runners for the cartel. Last but not least, they’re gang bangers.”
Thomas snorted. “Are you for real right now?”
“Ah, yeah. Why?” he asked, confused.
“For Christ’s sake, Duncan, you sound like a fucking hypocrite. We both know the organization you belonged to is no different from a gang.”
Thomas had a point.
Duncan winced. “It’s more than—”
“The sibling thing.” Thomas crossed his leg at the knee. “It’s a possible shit show. It could blow up in your face, especially if they have a sibling rivalry going on. If you make the jump, you’ll have to navigate it with caution.”
No shit. “Is jealousy an issue?” Duncan swerved their conversation back to Scotty and AJ.
“Hasn’t been from what I have witnessed so far.” Thomas shrugged. “I don’t think it ever will be. I get off watching them fuck. Can’t speak for them though. I will tell you, once we got Scotty back, AJ felt the need to come clean to him about the two of us being together while he was held captive. I didn’t stop her from telling him, and Scotty assured her he wasn’t upset or mad at either of us.”
“Was he being truthful?”
Thomas’s demeanor became pensive. His gaze grew unfocused as he stared off into the distance. “Yeah… He was. He wouldn’t lie, not even to make AJ feel better.” He pointed into the darkness. “Here they come now. You should ask them.”
Scotty’s features were tight, but his heavy-lidded eyes gleamed bright with desire. AJ’s cheeks were flushed. Her body vibrated with unspent lust. Anticipation filled her gaze. Duncan wondered absently what they’d been up to or what types of scenes they’d been watching to get themselves in the mood.
Thomas motioned to the chair beside him. “Sit.”
Scotty sat first and then pulled AJ into his arms. Her soft moan drew both Thomas and Duncan’s attention.
Thomas curled her chestnut hair around his finger and tugged. “Did you enjoy yourselves?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice low and raspy.
“Good girl.” Thomas nibbled at her neck and then whispered in her ear. AJ nodded eagerly.
AJ slid off of Scotty’s lap and stood before him. She licked her lips as she stared at one of her masters. Whatever Thomas had told her to do set her aflame. The flush covering her cheeks when she approached traveled down her neck, growing darker by the second. She was aroused. A thrill went through Duncan. One of his shared kinks with Thomas was being a voyeur. Duncan ran his palm over the crotch of his pants and groaned. If only Enzo was there. His cock gave a hearty kick, and he feared he might embarrass himself.
“Feel free to watch.” Thomas readily gave his permission. Duncan planned on enjoying their little scene. The fact Thomas allowed him to stay showed how deep their friendship and trust went.
AJ shimmed out of her outfit, leaving her in the sheerest, tiniest thong he’d ever seen before she knelt between Scotty’s spread legs. She wasn’t Duncan’s, and he’d never touch property owned by another, yet he was also man enough to admit he felt his dick press against the zipper of his slacks in anticipation, hoping she might take pity on his poor lost soul.
The young couple communicated in sign language. It was a dance of words floating between them, a secret only Thomas, AJ, and Scotty knew about. Scotty glanced at Thomas who, with a bob of his fist, gave Scotty all the permission he needed.
Scotty shifted his hips, allowing AJ to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down until they rested at his ankles. She hadn’t even touched Scotty’s dick yet, but it gave a hearty throb, spilling copious amounts of precum from the tip. Scotty wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and squeezed. AJ’s groan of approval snatched Duncan’s attention. She leaned forward, lapping up the drops of pre-cum on the tip before wrapping her lips around the head of Scotty’s cock. The young man groaned loud enough to be heard over the music and thrum of conversation around them as AJ took more and more of his length into her mouth. A few peered over at the area. Some stopped what they were doing, content to watch while others continued on.
“I think my girl gets off on the club voyeurs.” Thomas smirked.
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�s head bobbed up and down on Scotty’s cock. The younger man had buried his hands into AJ’s hair, controlling the depth and power of his thrusts. It was erotic. A thrill shot through Duncan, and his hands curled into fists. His gut tightened with anticipation. Fuck, AJ took Scotty’s dick like a champ. AJ canted her head to the side, and he caught a glimpse of the base of Scotty’s cock, shiny with a mix of AJ’s saliva and his pre-cum.
The choked sound Thomas made drew Duncan’s focus back to his partner. Enraptured by the scene, Thomas lazily rubbed himself through his trousers. His lips were parted, and another shuddering breath left him.
Duncan licked his bottom lip. “You planning to join?” It wouldn’t be the first time he’d watched Thomas play, and he doubted it would be the last.
“Later,” Thomas replied, his gaze locked on the two on the chair.
AJ carried a large amount of guilt where Scotty was concerned, and though Duncan and Thomas talked about it, he knew their time together was also cathartic for her. When Scotty had been taken and she and Thomas had continued their relationship without the other man, it’d torn her apart. She loved both men deeply. In some respects, Scotty was an extension of AJ as was Thomas. Now, Thomas encouraged the two younger members of their trio to get caught up in the smaller moments and reinforce their bond while strengthening the one he formed with AJ.
Scotty clenched his hand in AJ’s hair. His hips came off the chair’s cushion, and the pained sounds he made were subtle indicators of how close the guy was to blowing. Duncan smirked. Droplets of sweat ran down Scotty’s face while he tried to pull away from AJ’s mouth and simultaneously bury his dick deeper. The conundrum fascinated Duncan. He understood the need to stop but also the craving to find release.
Thomas tsked gently, scolding AJ. “He’s not allowed to come in your mouth. Pussy only, AJ.”
AJ released Scotty’s dick with a loud pop and then placed a soft kiss on the ruddy tip before she stood up. “Sorry, Daddy, I was enjoying the sounds Scotty was making.”