by Jane Jamison
“Suck on me.” She was amazing, so sweet and innocent and yet so provocative, driving every fantasy he’d ever imagined to the forefront. Now would be the first of many experiences they’d share, but as the first, he had to make it one she’d remember.
He wrapped his hand around his cock. “Go ahead. It won’t bite.”
Her smile was reward enough for his joke.
“No.” Owen took her shoulder, holding her back. “You need to ask his permission first.” At Ryce’s hard look, he added, “She needs to learn more. You’re forgetting about our responsibility to train her.”
He didn’t need her to ask, but Owen had a point. “He’s right. Ask my permission.”
“Please, Master Ryce, I want to suck your cock.”
Dirty words from such a pretty woman. Did it get any better?
He rocked backward as her warmth cocooned his cock. Her talented tongue whipped over him, flicking his flavors into her mouth then coming back for more. Unable to hold back, he pushed harder, driving as far back as she could. She gagged, then recovered, and took him in again.
Owen knelt beside her, tracking his arm around to find her weeping pussy. Ryce smiled, understanding his brother’s sigh. They were both inside her, both letting her warmth caress them.
Sex. He’d known she’d be great, yet, although the physical side of it was amazing, the air around them was tinged with a sensation that came from within their bodies, a place where the body became second in importance.
Love.
The word came to him again as she stroked him, licking around his balls as they tightened up. Her moans grew louder as his brother gave her the pleasure she deserved.
Thoughts became jumbled then, blurred by feelings both foreign and familiar. Experience had taught him those feelings existed, even though he’d never felt them. At least not the way he was feeling it now.
At that moment, he would’ve given her everything he owned, everything he was. Gone were the submissive and Dom roles, both taking a backseat to simpler, more primal roles of man and woman.
“Fuckin’ A.” Owen spoke in a whisper, but the anger behind it was strong.
Ryce took one look at his brother’s face, then eased her away. It killed him to do so, but he couldn’t help following Owen’s gaze over the audience. In the next second, his brother raced off the stage, running toward the man standing near the entrance with a cell phone lifted high and pointed straight at Jewel.
Chapter Four
Jewel sat back, her arms still bound behind her. Owen’s whispered shout had both of her men dashing off the stage, leaving her there. She got onto her feet again and, along with everyone else, watched as the Killian men raced toward the front of the club.
Owen grabbed a man, then hurried him out the door leading to the front entrance. Ryce turned around once before he followed them.
“Someone turn Jewel loose and tell Paul to get his ass out front.”
Being naked on the stage with the men she lusted after, the men who could easily steal her heart, was something she could handle. Being naked and alone as another man she didn’t know strode up the stairs to open the handcuffs was flat-out hard to take. Rejection flooded her as she thanked the man, then scooped up her clothes, and ran off the stage.
She made it to the restroom just as Paul dashed past her. He paused long enough to ask, “Are you okay, Jewel?”
“I’m fine.” No thanks to Ryce and Owen. She shouldered her way into the ladies’ room and started tugging on her skimpy outfit.
What had made them dump her so fast? Obviously it was something to do with the man, but what? Did he owe them money? Were they enemies? But even if she’d guessed right, couldn’t they have finished with her first? She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed, worried, or just plain pissed off.
Shaking out the stiffness in her arms, she checked her reflection in the mirror and vowed they wouldn’t put her in that position again. She’d let her guard down, jeopardizing her chance to help her sister.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. The ache in her heart was.
* * * *
Owen shoved Max Bolger into the foyer. “What the hell are you doing with that phone? You know the rules.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Max was a heavyset man and a new member. But being new didn’t excuse him. Everyone was told the rules of the club on their first visit. “Look, I know what the Casings said about cell phones, but my wife goes psycho when she can’t get hold of me. I was texting her back is all. If I don’t, she and the rest of her blue-hair Bridge club will storm the place.”
Owen snatched the phone from his hands, ignoring Max’s protests that he give it back. What he saw, however, wasn’t what he’d expected to see. His elation at having caught the culprit taking photos was gone in a heartbeat. The text to his wife mocked him.
“Just give me my phone back and I’ll get out of here.”
Paul burst through the door and took in the scene. “Boys, what’s going on? Max? Owen?”
Owen didn’t fight Max for his phone. Instead, he handed it back and mumbled an apology. Damn, but he’d hoped they’d gotten lucky. Lucky enough to prove Jewel’s innocence and be able to move forward with her without a cloud hanging over them.
“Casing, I don’t know what kind of joint you’re running, but I want these two kicked to the curb.”
“I thought he was taking pics with his phone.” Owen hated being wrong, but being wrong and causing a ruckus was even worse. “Like he said, he was texting his wife.”
Paul looped his arm around Max’s shoulders, giving Ryce and Owen a searching look. “Come on, Bolger. I’m not sure what went down here, but I know these boys had a good reason for hauling your ass out here. Besides, you know it’s against the rule to take photos. How about we call it square and I pull out a bottle of the wine you like? On the house, of course.”
Max wanted to complain, it was on his face, but he knew when he was ahead. “Make it two bottles, one for here and one for home, and you’ve got a deal.”
Paul’s hesitation meant one thing. Max’s favorite wine wasn’t cheap. “Consider it a done deal.” Still, he placed a hand on Max’s chest and dropped the placating smile. “I’ve warned you about it a couple of times before. If you keep trying to take pics of the girls, you’re going to lose your membership.”
Max scowled, caught but unable to do anything about it. Still, he tried. “I told you. I was texting my wife.”
“This time maybe.” Paul’s smile never wavered. “How about that wine?”
Ryce waited until Paul escorted Max back inside the main room and into a crowd of curious people. To their credit, they dispersed without too many of them questioning Paul.
“Fuck. I thought we had him.”
“Fuck is right.” Owen growled, needing a way to vent not only his anger at his mistake, but his horniness. He should’ve finished with Jewel, but he’d had to jump at the chance to catch the guy in the act. “Where’s Jewel?”
“Beats me.” Ryce tucked his chin. “Shit. I’m sure someone gave her a hand, but that doesn’t make it any better. She’s probably loaded for bear and ready to skin us alive. Damn it. We suck as Doms. Leaving her naked and alone? That blows big time.”
“Alone and still handcuffed.”
“Aw, hell. Even worse.”
“Well, let’s go. We might as well get it over with.” Owen was ready when employees and members alike started taking verbal jabs at them, criticizing them for how they’d run off. He nodded, accepting their judgment—after all, they were right—and kept on going toward the back. If he was lucky, Jewel might give them a chance to explain before she kicked them in the balls. He just hoped she wouldn’t call it quits with them.
“Hey, Owen, did you decide you’d rather have Max over Jewel? We didn’t know you were into bears.”
Max wasn’t gay, but he still had to shake off the awful thought of him being with a hairy gay man. To each their own was his mot
to, but his preferences didn’t lean toward being with other men.
“Damn shame they can’t finish what they start,” joked Belinda. “But if you want some practice, just give me a holler. I’m always willing to help newbie Doms out.”
“Just keep walking, bro.”
He and Ryce strode through the room side by side, taking it nice and easy, trying to make it seem like they weren’t in a hurry when they were. The place had never seemed so large.
Just as they hit the hallway, Ryce bumped into his arm and made a familiar gesture. He grinned as they lifted their hands over their heads and gave the jokesters their one-finger responses.
* * * *
Jewel glanced at Ryce as he was talking to one of the other waitresses, then hated herself for doing so. It was foolish of her to get jealous, but she couldn’t help it. At first, the other women had remained aloof, keeping it strictly business in deference to the possibility that the Killian men still wanted Jewel. But when another attempt at play hadn’t happened, the women had assumed they were free and clear to seek out the men’s favor.
The idea of them playing with someone else made her gut twist. Yet she had to stay away. For Jacee’s sake as well as her own.
Several days had passed since the Killian men had left her on the stage. They’d apologized many times, explaining to her that, although they were new at being Doms, there was no excuse for what they’d done. They’d explained how they’d seen a man breaking the rule about no cell phone pictures, but something about their explanation didn’t seem complete. Why hadn’t they simply called out to another member to stop him? Or even to the man? Their response had taken everyone by surprise.
The thought of someone taking photos or a video of her while naked, especially while performing a sex act, still sent chills down her spine. What would’ve happened if he’d posted it on the Internet? She was trying to help her sister out of the same predicament, but in a moment of weakness, she’d almost made the same foolish mistake.
That still didn’t answer the question of their overreaction. But she couldn’t press them for answers. If she did, they might start asking questions of their own. Questions she couldn’t answer.
Why did they have to be so damn hot?
She’d lain in bed every night, doing her best to think about anything other than them. But she’d failed miserably every time. How could she forget what they looked like? She’d yet to see them undressed, more than with their jeans unzipped, but she knew her imagination wouldn’t be far off as she envisioned what they’d look like naked, their bronzed skin flexing with muscles.
Harder still was trying to push their scent, their touches, and their heated glances away. They had an allure she found irresistible. Like a fish to a worm, she kept circling round and round the hook, knowing it was dangerous to get any closer, yet unable to avoid taking the bait.
Five days later and her body still ached for them. She was more than thankful she’d remembered to bring her vibrator along on the trip, but even the best vibrator was a sorry second for a man. And the Killian men weren’t just any men.
They were kind. She’d seen them interact with others at the club and knew they had good hearts. They’d help anyone out, helping the women carry trays, giving the men much-needed cash if they needed a loan. Their good hearts made them as sexy as their Herculean-style bodies did.
And yes, they were strong. But it wasn’t only in physical strength, but in their convictions. More than once, she’d seen them stand up to other men, even bigger men than themselves, secure in their beliefs. Yet they weren’t the kind to try and force their ideas on anyone else.
At least they hadn’t been with another woman, member or employee, since that night. Sure, they’d laughed with women including Danni, but that was the extent of their interactions. What else should she have expected? Ryce could no more stop cutting up with others than he could stop breathing. Owen, on the other hand, stood back, watching and enjoying the interaction between his brother and the others.
But neither one of them had so much as spanked another woman. Was it because they weren’t in the mood? She knew they’d been hassled by other members, but the teasing had passed after the first hour or so. Or, as she dared to hope, was it because they didn’t want anyone other than her?
She had to give it up. What was the point in dreaming about them? She’d be leaving soon and heading back to Dallas.
After the incident with the man and his cell phone, she’d taken a break from sneaking pictures. To get caught when she was so close to completing her task would break her heart. She hated tricking everyone, but she was trapped, caught between her love for her sister and her self-disgust at giving in to Wilburt’s blackmail. She’d break a thousand friendships, hurt a thousand people, to protect her sister. The promise she’d made to her parents before their untimely deaths in a small engine plane wreck and her duty as Jacee’s older sister came first.
They’d been devastated, but as the older sister, she was the one who’d had to take charge. In doing so, she’d changed their relationship, going from a sister and a friend, to acting like a parent. Jacee had rebelled against her and, frankly, Jewel didn’t blame her. But she’d had no choice. No other relatives had offered to step up to the plate. Jewel hoped that as Jacee got older, she’d understand what she’d had to do and they could go back to being friends and sisters. She’d do anything, take on all the responsibilities and parental duties to give her sister the best life she could.
Her gut twisted thinking about how Ryce and Owen would react once the column and the photos came online. They’d know she’d tricked them and everyone else at the club. She’d never have a chance with them once they found out.
“What’s the matter, Jewel? You look sadder than a dog without a bone.”
She should’ve known Owen had come up behind her. Her body jumped into high gear whenever he or Ryce came near her. “No. I’m fine.”
“Look, again, about the other night. I’m sorry we—”
She turned and placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from getting any closer and continuing on with yet another apology. As soon as she’d touched him, she’d known it was a mistake. The need for him shuddered through her.
“It’s okay. Seriously. You and Ryce are forgiven. It’s the least I can do after all you, um, after everyone has done for me. If you really want to make it up to me, you’ll forget about it and move on.” Would the least they could do for her be to forgive her once she was found out? She didn’t dare to hope.
She tried not to be obvious when she inhaled his aroma. He didn’t wear aftershave, but his natural, all-man scent was better than anything that could be bottled. The smell was enticing, filled with sweat along with a tinge of steel and leather on his hands from working the ranch.
Damn, how she’d loved the feel of his callused hands on her skin. She gritted her teeth as he caught her moment of weakness and leaned forward.
“So you’ll give us another chance? We want you as our sub. You know that, right?”
Keep it together for Jacee.
She was almost as surprised as he when she pushed him back. “I do and I’m flattered, but after last time—”
“I thought we were going to let that go.”
“You’re right. But I’m not ready to give it another try. Not yet. Once on stage was enough.”
“Just don’t rule us out along with the stage. If you’re not comfortable with a public thing, then we can take it private in one of the rooms.”
She should’ve said no. Should’ve told him it would never happen. Instead, her libido and—God help her—her heart overrode her brain’s command. “Maybe. Give me more time, okay?”
“I’ll give you anything you want.”
She met his dark gaze and saw that he meant it. “Thanks.”
He cleared his throat and backed up, his gaze skimming over her lips, down to her breasts, then back up. “Until then, Paul’s taking the no cell phone rule to another level.”
“The rule was no cell phones in the club, but as long as everyone kept them in their pockets and didn’t bring them out, no one said anything. But after the thing with Max, Paul’s decided it would be best to keep them out of the club entirely.”
“How? People don’t want to leave home without their phones.”
“They could leave them in their car, but most people might forget they have them on them. Paul’s come up with a different way to keep people honest. Let’s go to the lobby and you’ll see what I mean.”
She followed him through the main room and into the lobby and front entrance. Several men had just finished attaching small lockers to one of the walls in the foyer. Each locker was no bigger than five inches by three inches, but definitely big enough to hold a cell phone.
“What’s going on?”
“Paul and Destin decided to install customer lockers. When they come in, they check their phone in with the receptionist. She’ll take their phone, assign them a locker number, then put their phone into the locker. It works like the system for valet parking. When the member leaves, they’ll give her their name and number, and she’ll return their cell phone to them.” Owen motioned at the one large locker set away from the rest. “The employees will share the one big locker.”
“But what if someone gives her the wrong name?”
“You mean on purpose? Why would they do that?”
“I don’t know. To steal their phone? Or maybe they just get their locker number mixed up? Lots of mistakes could happen.” She didn’t really care about the members’ lockers, but if she had to put her phone away with the other employees, then she’d have to sneak her second phone in. And what if Lindsey or someone else saw what was on her phone? The whole thing made her nervous.