Jax
“Are you sure you two don’t want to fuck my girl?” I asked Sloan as I watched Lillian lean over to look at something Liz was showing her—a card or something she got from the bar.
They were sharing a drink, the dim lighting making the whole scene look even more intimate.
I was joking, but when Sloan turned to me with a sly smile, I had to roll my eyes.
These two.
I started to know more about Sloan’s personal life once I started working with her and the club, which included how she and Lillian invited multiple people into their bed. Even Ax and her partner.
There was nothing wrong with it. It was actually quite common in the club setting. But the thought of Liz domming someone else left a sour feeling on my tongue.
Maybe in a few years, once Liz and I had been together for a while, I could consider letting someone else—
I had to stop those thoughts in their tracks.
“Oh, I saw that,” Sloan teased with a wag of her brows. “Jealousy is kicking in, isn’t it?”
I plastered a smile on my face. If Sloan wanted to mess with me, I wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” I asked, motioning to the rest of the club.
The music was low, but not enough for people to eavesdrop. The lights were dim, but light enough to see your partner. There was a steady hum of conversation as the crowd moved around the spacious underground club.
But what really made this different from a standard club were the few stages spread throughout the space, all with people on display.
Many of them naked.
Many of them having sex.
Whether alone with a toy or a person—or multiple.
Liz and I had been recruited into Club Pétale’s newest venture, a smaller underground club type right in the middle of the city.
Sloan had mentioned it before, but this was the first time we were actually going out and looking at other clubs together. At first, I didn't really understand how they could be that different. To me, all of it was kind of the same. Sex clubs were sex clubs, right?
But as we walked in, I started to understand what she meant.
This type of club was less high class than Club Pétale’s other locations, which had an extremely strict guest list. Because I ran security, I knew that a lot of the clients were very high profile.
A place like this might be able to cater to some of them but would have to be more open to taking new people.
Less risky people.
“And I am, though I don’t need to see much more,” she replied, giving me a look. “Last quarter, the number one reason we got for membership cancellations was how far the clubs are from the city. This is the next logical step.”
“Memberships aren’t even that expensive. What’s their deal with not wanting to make the journey?” I mumbled.
The membership fee was also often waived for people they thought worthy. And by worthy, they meant whoever could make them the most money.
I didn’t really care, if I was being honest. I just wanted the conversation to move on to something other than my jealousy and what was going on between Liz and me. But I did love seeing my girl live it up. Our date at the concert swam through my mind.
She had been so radiant. So alive.
How could that bastard never take her to one?
The more I learned about how much she had to give up for him, the more annoyed I got with the piece of shit.
My eyes traveled to Liz. She gave me a small smirk before she went back to giggling with Lillian about something.
That is another change. Liz is giggling.
“How is it, though? You seem… good?”
I nodded, turning away from the girls.
“But I did have a run-in with the police recently. Multiple, actually.”
“That’s not out of the ordinary.”
“Her ex made an AI-generated video and apparently has some connections in the police force because they tried to bring me in over something that half-assed.”
This got her to pause.
“Damn. I hate AI. Makes people who can’t do shit overconfident about their abilities. Need a lawyer?”
I met her gaze and fished out a business card from my pocket.
“An acquaintance of mine said you knew this person?”
She took the card and looked down at it before giving me a small nod and handing it back to me.
“Laura. She’s good. But no one outside the club should know I use her. Well, except for judges, the police, court clerks, but you get the idea. Who told you?”
I ground my teeth.
“Parker Novak, ring a bell?”
She stared at me a hard moment before recognition hit and she snapped her fingers. “Shitty billionaire who lays off like thousands of people at once, right?”
“The very one.”
“She’s sneaky. I don’t like her. Is she the one you need Laura for? Laura is a criminal defense lawyer, so she may not—”
I laid my hand on her arm. God, I wish I had a drink.
“I may need her for the police at some point, but for him… I don't think anything legal will work for him. He’ll probably need some special treatment.”
The info broker’s words ran through my mind.
Guys like this hate it when their dirty laundry is aired. If anything else happens to… damage his reputation, it would likely be the end of it.
Sloan nodded.
“Do you need any help with it? Make your decision fast because it looks like Liz is going to be gobbled up soon. And I don’t mean Lillian.”
Sloan jerked her head to the right. I followed the movement to see someone I never expected to see in a place like this.
Her ex. Staring right at her. Liz hadn’t noticed yet.
My entire body went on high alert.
Fucking asshole. The more I knew about him, the angrier I got. And it only got worse the more he tried to ruin my life with his petty lowlife connections.
I needed to deal with him. Fast. If I let him continue jerking us around like this, it might make him even more confident.
Time to hit this guy where it hurts.
This was just the thing to get me out of my haze. Work had been too much. Stress, even more so. It was time to blow off some of it.
“Speak of the devil,” I growled.
“That’s her ex?” Sloan sounded shocked. “Let’s get out of here, we’ve seen enough—”
“No.” I let a sinister smile spread over my face as I decided to see just how accurate the information broker was. “Let him stay. Let him watch. It’s the least he deserves.”
For once, Sloan didn’t seem so keen on my revenge plan. Her hand was on my arm. “I’m all for fucking a girl in front of her ex but… I don’t like the look in his eyes. Lillian and I will be here, and if I see some weird shit, I’m pulling the plug.”
I gave her a two-finger salute. “My guardian angel. But don’t worry, I got this.”
Finally, she smiled. “Show him everything he missed.”
I pushed through the crowd until I got to my girl, who looked up at me with a small smile. Every time I got close to her, I was enamored by her beauty all over again. I couldn’t believe how lucky I’d been to even get a chance with her in the first place.
She was wearing a deep red dress that fit nicely over her curves. It wasn't anything over the top, but I found these outfits, the ones she could wear wherever and were easily accessible, were the ones that turned me on the most.
Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and her makeup didn’t go beyond dark, smoky eyes and red lips.
Unassuming and the most stunning woman here tonight. A perfect combination.
Lillian gave me a smile before she went to find Sloan.
“Oh! Remembered I was here, did you?” Liz asked with a sensual curve of her lips.
I put an arm around her and guided her deeper into the club. My heart soared when she leaned into me and her fingers threaded through mine.
It would be so easy if we could just continue like this.
“Fair warning: your ex-husband decided to show up here tonight.” Shock colored her face, but I sent her what I hoped was a calming smile. “Don't you think this would be the best time to get back at him?”
“Jax…”
I took her to one of the stages. There was a small railing around it so people couldn't get too close, and I gently placed her hands on the metal bar. My lips were at her ear, and my hands were running up her arms.
“Want to play? Just for tonight? Let me show him how you should've been treated.”
I knew firsthand that a man’s jealousy was dangerous because of my work, but I couldn’t help myself. Not as he went around so he could watch us from the opposite end of the stage.
I was going to put him in his place. Show him that no matter what he tried, he was not taking her away from me. I was here, and she was mine.
The rules were laxer here than at Club Pétale. As long as most of your clothes were on and you weren’t making too much of a scene, you could do whatever you wanted.
Coming up behind her and pressing her forward with my hips, I pulled her dress up over her ass and pushed the excess fabric to the front, using it to hide my hand as it slipped between her thighs. My other hand traveled around the swell of her hips and up to cup a breast.
Her little inhale had my cunt roaring to life.
“Have you been wet this whole time, Mommy?” I asked as my hand brushed across her wet folds. She wasn't wearing any underwear tonight. The thought excited me. If I had known, I might have begged her to let me slip my face under her dress earlier.
My fingers played with her clit. Her breaths were controlled, but the rise and fall of her chest was enough to tell me how affected she was. I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my fingers, getting an actual moan from her.
As I placed my chin on Liz’s shoulder and looked straight at the bastard who fucked her over, I watched his knuckles turning white while he held his drink.
The anger on his face made me euphoric.
“Yes, just for you, my love.”
She let out a deep moan when my fingers entered her and spread her legs, giving me more access.
A girl on the stage in front of us was dancing on a pole with a small vibrator in her G-string. She looked down at us with a smile on her face.
“What a beautiful lady we have here,” she murmured, giving us a lingering look before she turned to the rest of the crowd. When she got to the other side where Liz’s ex-husband was, he ignored her almost completely.
“Oh fuck,” Liz moaned when I curled my fingers inside her. “You’re fucking me so good.”
“I know I am, Mommy,” I whispered. “I always do.” I fit a third finger inside her. “I'll always be the best girl for you.”
“Keep doing that. You’re going to make me come.”
I forced my fingers deeper inside, twisting and pumping them the way I knew she loved. And just as I predicted, she leaned back into me, her moans now unrestrained. I had almost forgotten about her ex-husband, being fully focused on my girl.
And then two people came up to us, one on either side.
“Lillian has a request,” Sloan said to my left. “Feel free to say no.”
Both of us looked over to see Lillian leaning over Liz, her eyes focused on her breasts.
“Can I touch? This shouldn't be a surprise, given how many hints I've dropped about joining us.”
I couldn't stop fucking Liz. Her cunt was squeezing the life out of me.
“What do you say? Do you want Lillian to worship you?”
Sloan moved closer, her face just centimeters from me and right by Liz’s ear.
“I promise she's not much of a brat. And she really enjoys it when you tell her what to do.” She then pulled away to look at me. “Don’t punch me for this. I know you have a record.”
I gave her a look. “Look who’s fucking talking.”
“Show me if your mouth is as sweet as it looks,” Liz told Lillian, pulling the top of her dress down, showing her her bare tits as I moved my thumb to rub her clit.
Lillian gave Sloan one last look, and when she nodded, she leaned forward, her tongue and lips exploring Liz’s body.
“Oh.” Liz’s hands gripped the railing tighter.
“Fuck, you look good together,” Sloan said, a twinge of desire in her voice as she looked at her wife and Liz. Sloan’s hands reached out to Liz’s dress. “Can we take a look?”
Liz was barely holding on. Her cunt was already pulsing. She nodded, and as soon as Sloan lifted her dress, she let out a strangled cry.
“Fuck, Lil, look at her.”
Lillian pulled away so they could both watch as my girl’s cum exploded all over my fingers. She fell back against me then, fully trusting me to hold her as her orgasm ran through her.
Seems that my girl loves an audience.
Maybe I need to have Sloan and Lillian participate a little sooner than I thought.
“You’re so beautiful, Liz,” Lillian moaned before her eyes quickly shot to Sloan, who met her with a sinister smile.
“Bathroom fuck?”
Lillian nodded, and Sloan sent me one last look before they left us.
“Good job. Scared him off,” she whispered as she passed me.
I fixed Liz’s dress and pulled away only for her to turn to me, her hand grabbing my face.
“How many bathrooms are in here?”
“One, I think.” I was unable to hide my smile.
“If you can get me home in under twenty minutes, I'll let you pick which position I fuck you in tonight.”
I had never left a club faster. We were leaving the girls behind, so I made a mental note to send Sloan a text when we got to my place—as soon as I was free, that was.
Because the promise of sex wasn't the only reason that had me rushing back.
Liz had called my apartment home.