Swinging my legs over the bed, I stretched before heading into the bathroom to take a piss. My eyes fixed on the shower, the memory of the pretty boy on his knees. That fuck toy gave a phenomenal blow job, that was for damn sure. I’d fully intended to take my pleasure from both of them, but when I’d noticed the cowboy could hardly keep his eyes open during the meal, I’d decided to wait.
After all, I didn’t want them to be bored today.
I finished up in the bathroom, pulled on a pair of jeans, then headed downstairs. My feet stopped on the bottom step when I noticed I had unexpected company.
“Morning, Zeke,” Jamie said cheerfully, a wide smile on her face. “You sure slept late.”
I glanced over at the cowboy, who was standing at the island cooktop, dutifully preparing what appeared to be breakfast. The pretty boy was setting the table. Everything appeared normal. Too normal. I wasn’t used to having this many people in my house. I didn’t bring fuck toys back here for a reason. I didn’t care for them to interact with my sister, but those were things I’d considered before I propositioned these two.
Part of me was glad I hadn’t ordered them to walk around naked. That had been my intention. I would have to figure out something if my baby sister planned on dropping in unannounced.
“What’s up?” I asked her, accepting her hug when she danced over to me.
She took one step back, then reached out … and pinched my fucking nipple.
“Oww. What the hell was that for?”
Jamie’s stern gaze met mine, the smile long gone.
Fuck.
“We have to talk,” she demanded.
Great.
“Can we do it while we eat ’cause I’m starving?”
She pivoted toward the kitchen. “It looks like you’ve brought your toys home with you.”
I glared at her. How the fuck would she know that? Had they said something? Did my kid sister know the details of my lifestyle? Or was she fishing? Hoping to get a rise out of me?
Deciding to ignore her, I put my hand on her back and steered her toward the breakfast nook. I didn’t have a formal dining room because I’d had the space redesigned. There was one table where I consumed all my meals. No place for fancy get-togethers. I didn’t need that shit. I was a simple man with simple tastes.
“Breakfast is ready,” the cowboy announced.
“We really are gonna talk, big brother,” Jamie hissed. “I’m mad at you.”
“I figured that out already. Now sit.”
“You want to do this in front of your guests?” she asked, her words lacking the usual chipper tone.
“Sure,” I told her, motioning toward the table. “Why not?”
The cowboy’s eyes swung over to me and I could see the concern there. God only knew how long Jamie had been here or how much she’d been pestering them this morning.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said as she spun around and headed in the direction she had come from. “Here, Brax. Let me help with that.”
She was on a first-name basis with him? When did that happen?
The cowboy dished food on the plates, then Jamie delivered them to the table.
“Where’s Tank?” My dog was nowhere in sight.
“In the yard,” Jamie answered. “I fed him already. He’s taking his afternoon stroll.”
“It’s not after noon,” I argued.
“Same difference,” she said, still glaring at me.
“Sit,” I ordered the pretty boy when he shot those confused eyes my way. “Eat.”
The four of us took our seats after the food, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, and what appeared to be waffles, and drinks, orange juice, apple juice, and coffee, were set out. I watched the three of them carefully, wondering what the hell they’d spent the morning talking about.
Jamie was the one to speak first after downing half a glass of apple juice.
“So, imagine my surprise when I decided to go out to a club last night,” she began. “Catrina and Elle got right in, no issues. But the moment I handed over my ID, I learned I’d been blacklisted.”
I downed half my coffee, the heat scorching my throat. I ignored it.
“What did you do, Zeke?” she demanded, her hands fisting on the table.
“I…” Rather than answer, I shoveled eggs into my mouth and shrugged.
Jamie frowned. “You are such an asshole.”
The pretty boy chuckled, his eyes remaining on his food. I contemplated punishment while I tried to come up with a response.
“Zeke, I’m serious,” Jamie said, her tone changing from anger to disappointment.
“Fuck.” I took another sip of coffee. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“Too bad. I’ve spent some time with your new toys this morning. I think they can handle it.”
Two sets of green eyes shot over to me. I imagined they were waiting for me to excuse them. While I wanted to, I figured it was probably best to have an audience. Less chance of my baby sister throwing knives at me.
Before I could answer, Jamie turned her attention to the boys.
“I’m not sure if he’s told you, but yesterday, I asked my big brother if he’d let me go to Dichotomy.”
The pretty boy damn near choked on his bacon, his eyes flying up to mine. I cocked an eyebrow. Yeah. It’s like that, pretty boy.
“I took his rejection with grace,” she said sweetly.
I snorted. “That’s what you call your little tantrum?”
She ignored me. “Since Dichotomy’s not the only kink club in town, I figured I had options. So, a couple of my friends decided we’d go check out one of the others.” Her dark eyes shot my way. “I’ve been blacklisted, Zeke! From at least three clubs.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I told you to stay away from the clubs, Jamie.”
“Yeah. I heard you. Then I realized something.”
I waited for her to continue, knowing I wasn’t going to like it.
“I’m twenty-four years old. I live on my own. I’m actually an adult, adult-ing all day, every day. So, it’s my right to do whatever I want to do.”
“You have no idea what goes on in these clubs, Jamie.”
“Actually…” Her gaze bounced from face to face before landing on me. “I kinda do. More so now that I’ve seen your new toys in action.”
The cowboy dropped his fork and picked up his orange juice. I watched him closely.
“In action?” I asked, my gaze darting between the three of them.
“Let’s just say, I don’t think they were expecting company this morning,” Jamie said with a grin. “They had to make a mad dash to get clothes when I walked in.”
Oh, hell.
My stomach churned, my breakfast threatening to come back up. I reached for my coffee and downed it in one gulp, relishing the burn. When it was empty, I pushed to my feet and stomped into the kitchen.
“Case, how old were you when you went to your first kink club?” Jamie asked.
The pretty boy’s eyes shot over to me and I frowned. I already knew the answer to that. As much as I wanted him to keep that to himself, I wasn’t the sort who lied to my sister. Nor did I condone anyone else doing it. I offered a nod as I carried my mug back to the table.
“I was … uh … twenty-two.”
Jamie’s eyes flew back to me. “Twenty-two, Zeke. Did you hear that? He was twenty-two. That’s—”
“Two years younger than you,” I filled in. “Yeah. I get it, Jamie.”
“If you don’t mind me asking…” the cowboy interjected. He appeared to have composed himself. “What is it about a kink club that interests you?”
That was a damn good question.
All three of us turned our attention to my sister, eager to hear whatever nonsense would come out of her next.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
JAMIE LAUTNER WAS ADORABLE.
Six feet of willowy brunette with a quick s
mile and a sassy side that had kept Case and me laughing for the past two hours since she’d arrived. Admittedly, I’d been shocked when she glided through the front door as though she owned the place.
Unfortunately, Case and I had been naked. Admittedly, it had been my idea. I figured it would be an interesting way to greet Zeke when he woke up.
Lesson learned.
The minute she appeared in the doorway, I had raced up the stairs with Case right on my heels. We quickly pulled on clothes while I tried to battle back the intense blush that had infused my entire fucking body. We returned a few minutes later to find she was still there, a brilliant smile on her face.
When she introduced herself as Zeke’s sister, I had instantly noticed the resemblance. It was slight, but still there. Granted, there were some significant differences.
Such as Zeke was one hundred percent pure alpha male while Jamie had gotten all the softness in the Lautner line. And while Zeke wasn’t big on chatting, Jamie did not have the same problem. She had pelted us with questions, curious as to how we knew Zeke and exactly why we were in his house—naked—gearing up to prepare him breakfast.
While I had wanted to wait until Zeke came down to share any details, Case had been far too willing to tell her why we were there, including the fact that Zeke referred to us as his toys. Thank God the guy had opted to leave out the term fuck from that description. I figured there was only so much a little sister needed to know.
Now, as the four of us sat at Zeke’s kitchen table, I’d lost sight of the sassy girl I’d gotten to know this morning. In her place was a woman who had a beef with her brother about going to a kink club. I wasn’t sure what prompted me to ask her such a personal question, but I was rather curious.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, her cheeks turning a rosy pink.
God had been good to the Lautner clan when it came to looks. More so when he had created Jamie, because aside from having the same smile and dark eyebrows, she didn’t look anything like her giant brother. Sure, Zeke was appealing in his own right, but he wasn’t exactly handsome. Jamie, on the other hand, would catch all sorts of attention when she walked down the street. And that sweet innocence she projected only enhanced her beauty.
“Something must’ve prompted your interest,” Case implored. “Did you see something on TV? In the movies? You have friends who are in the scene?”
“I’ve been reading some books,” she admitted, draining her apple juice. “And I’m curious.”
“What sort of books?” Zeke asked, his full attention on his sister.
She offered a one-shoulder shrug. “You know. BDSM.”
I grinned at Case and he smiled back. I was sure he was remembering the one girl we’d met at Dichotomy a while back. Sweet kid, very naive. Apparently, she’d started reading about BDSM and she’d decided to explore her kinkier side because it had captured her interest.
Zeke groaned as he leaned back in his chair. “Are you serious?”
“Well, yes,” she practically shouted. “You’re not the only one who’s into this stuff, Zeke. I’ve always been … curious. And there are tons of books about it, so I read them.”
“You know that shit’s romanticized, right? It’s not all about spanking some sweet little girl’s ass while she giggles and laughs, then cuddling her close and telling her how wonderful she is.”
Jamie glared at her brother again. She was the only person I’d ever seen look at him that way. And based on Zeke’s reaction to her, they were close. It was interesting to see the dynamic between the two. I had a close relationship with my brothers and sisters, too. I could recall many times I’d been in the same room with them, engaging in conversations similar to this one. Well, not quite like this. My family wasn’t aware of my kink side. However, we could give each other shit for days because we were close, always had been. Oh, sure, we’d had our falling-outs over the years. What siblings didn’t?
“But it’s not as scary as you make it out to be,” she argued.
“Depends on who you ask,” he countered.
“Okay, fine. We’ll ask an impartial party.” Jamie turned her attention to me and Case.
Shit.
My eyes remained fixed on her, but I didn’t miss the warning look Zeke sent my way.
“I’m still curious as to what interests you about the clubs,” I said, hoping to deflect. “I mean, are you interested in dominating someone? Submitting?”
“Submission,” she said quickly. “And I don’t know what the appeal is exactly, but when I read those books, I can relate in a lot of ways. Like I said, I’m curious.”
Couldn’t blame the girl for being curious. A lot of people were.
“Not just from a psychological perspective?” Case asked.
Good question.
“No, although I can’t deny that’s part of it.” Her eyes shifted to me. “When did you start going to the clubs?”
“Not until I met Case,” I admitted.
“But you knew on some level you were submissive?”
I shook my head. “No, actually. I didn’t know anything about it before him.”
“So, you didn’t want to be roughed up by one of your sexual partners?”
Case choked on his juice and I sat stone-still, staring at the woman. How the hell was I supposed to answer that? Especially with Zeke glaring holes through me.
“I … uh…”
“Plead the Fifth, man. Plead. The. Fifth,” Case mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.
Surprisingly, Zeke chuckled.
“You stay out of this,” Jamie bit out, pointing her fork at her brother. “But you went to a club anyway? And you liked it?”
Son of a bitch. She backed me in a corner there. I could feel the heat coming out of Zeke’s ears.
“Yeah.” I dropped my gaze to my plate.
Case, on the other hand, seemed to be quite content to watch the verbal volley. He hadn’t said a word to help defuse this situation. I could understand Zeke’s desire to keep his little sister out of the club. I wasn’t sure what I’d think if one of my sisters wanted to venture into the world of BDSM.
“My brother’s a hypocrite,” Jamie said, her eyes swerving back to Zeke.
“No, your brother’s protecting you,” Zeke said roughly.
“From what? I didn’t see anything wrong with Razor Wire,” she said. “Unfortunately, I couldn’t get inside.”
Okay, so she’d evidently caught Case’s attention with that one, because he put his forearms on the table and faced off with her. “Jamie, I’m not on anyone’s side here, but I have to agree with Zeke on this one. You do not want to go to that club.”
“Have you been?” she questioned.
“No. But I’ve talked to a couple of people who have. Submissives at Dichotomy. That place is bad news,” he explained. “If you’re interested in kink or whatever, I can assure you, that’s not a place to learn about it.”
She huffed and I suspected Zeke had already given her this spiel.
“Is that why you came over here?” Zeke asked. “To bitch at me for protecting you?”
Jamie sighed. “Yes. I did. And to tell you what an asshole I think you are. Why won’t you just let me go to Dichotomy? That way you’ll know where I am.”
It was a good question. I could understand his reasons for wanting to keep her out, but if she was going to defy him anyway, letting her visit a place he was comfortable with seemed to be the only way to fix this.
Still leaning back in his chair, Zeke took another sip of his coffee. “I talked to a friend of mine last night,” he began.
Hmm. Maybe he’d already considered it.
When Jamie’s eyes widened and a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, he held up a hand. “Now, don’t get too excited. You’re not joining a club.”
“Whatever,” she said, her smile not dimming in the least. “Who did you talk to?”
“Gregory Edge. He’s agreed to give you an introduction to submission at Dichotomy
.”
“Seriously?” She was practically vibrating.
“Just you. Not your friends,” he said firmly.
“When?”
Zeke shrugged. “I don’t know. I told him I’d give you his number. He’s the resident Dom at Dichotomy. He manages the place and he handles the submissive training classes.”
“I know who Greg is,” she said, her smile starting to dim slightly.
“Then I’m sure you know he’s a busy man.”
Jamie huffed. “So, you’re telling me he’s willing, but it might not be for a couple of years?”
Zeke laughed, a sexy rumbling sound that had the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. “I couldn’t be so lucky. But I’ll give you his number and you can contact him. You’re only permitted to go on a night I’m not there. No way can I—” Zeke outwardly cringed.
He didn’t have to finish that statement. I understood the big man’s predicament. No way would he want to be at Dichotomy to watch his sister submitting to someone. Who knew what they’d be doing.
“What’s his number?” she snapped. “I wanna call him right now.”
Zeke shook his head. “You’re far too impatient for your own good.”
She was certainly that. Perhaps getting an introduction into submission wasn’t a bad thing.
“Zeke,” she said, dragging his name out into multiple syllables.
“Fine,” he huffed. “It’s under Gregory Edge in my phone.”
Jamie jumped to her feet, but Zeke grabbed her arm before she could shoot by him.
“I want you to take this seriously, Jamie. I’m willing to let you see what Dichotomy’s like, but you have to swear to me you won’t go to one of those other clubs.”
Her eyes softened. “I won’t. I promise.”
Seemingly pleased by her acquiescence, Zeke released her. I watched as she bounded up the stairs, her ponytail bobbing behind her.
“Oh, and Jamie?” Zeke called after her.
Jamie paused midway up the stairs. “Yeah?”
“The next time you come over, I suggest you knock. Otherwise, you’ll get an eyeful of exactly what you got this morning. Only next time, I won’t allow them to get dressed.”
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