Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Ace
The club comes into view, and I’m already on edge. Maddie and Riley don’t even wait for us to perform a security check; they jump from the SUV and walk straight through the front door.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, watching Maddie’s hips sway as she disappears inside.
Rhodes shifts beside me, and I don’t miss the way he looks at her. My relationship with Rhodes won’t impact how I do my job, but picturing those two fucking might.
“She’s something special,” he says, and I want to punch him in the throat. I’m not usually a jealous man.
Rhodes and I have known each other for a couple of years, and things turned sexual between us a year ago. We’re not exclusive, and though he fulfills my needs, we both also like women. It’s just not easy to find one given our jobs. What we have works for us.
Vander’s already moving, following the girls inside without a word. At least someone understands protocol.
“Let’s go,” I grumble. “We need to sweep the building before those two get themselves into trouble.”
Inside, the bass is already pounding out some ridiculous techno version of a song that was perfectly fine before they ruined it. I scan the space, noting the exits, blind spots, and anywhere someone could be waiting.
The girls head straight for the bar, and I watch closely as the bartender lines up two shots before they even order.
Maddie throws hers back effortlessly, and I force myself to look away before my thoughts go somewhere they shouldn’t.
She makes it almost impossible to be professional.
The number of times I have pictured her on her knees should be illegal.
“Vander,” I bark into my comm. “Eyes on them. Don’t let them out of your sight.”
Rhodes heads toward the back hallway, used only by the staff, and I follow. I know the building is clear. I called our visit in before we even left Maddie’s apartment and made sure they had extra security on the roster tonight.
“Left side,” Rhodes says, nodding toward a door.
Before he can reach for the handle, I grab his shirt and slam him against the wall. His eyes go wide, but he doesn’t fight back. He simply stares at me with an infuriating smirk on his lips.
“If you’re getting on your knees for anyone,” I growl out as my forearm presses against his chest, “it should be me.”
Rhodes laughs, and the teasing sound makes my blood boil. “Are you jealous, Ace?”
“Don’t be stupid,” I snap, but even I can hear how unconvincing it fucking sounds.
His smirk widens, and he leans his head back against the wall. “Did I make you jealous, or was it her?”
I don’t answer because, deep down, I don’t know.
“She gets under your skin, doesn’t she?” Rhodes says. “I saw the way you looked at her in the car. Maddie makes your cock hard, but you don’t know what to do about it. How many times have you finished work and fucked me while thinking about her?”
“Shut up,” I snap.
“Make me,” he challenges.
I shove him to his knees; he knows what his smart mouth does to me. “Careful what you wish for,” I grit out, gripping his jaw. “You might get it.”
I undo my belt slowly, and Rhodes doesn’t move as he watches me pull myself free. Then he doesn’t waste any time, leaning in and taking me into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss, one hand braced on the wall, the other gripping his hair. “That’s it. Just like that.”
He works me with his mouth, his tongue flicking and cheeks hollowing, swallowing me deeper with every bob of his head. I glance down, and the sight of him on his knees, his lips stretched around my cock, nearly undoes me.
“Good boy,” I praise, tightening my grip in his hair. “You look so fucking good like this. With my cock in your mouth, doing what you’re told.”
He moans around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.
“If you keep behaving like this,” I murmur, thrusting gently into his mouth, “I might just fuck you when our shift ends. Nice and hard, just how you like it.”
He looks up at me, his smug attitude gone. I fuck his mouth slower, but deeper, giving him time to adjust. His throat relaxes around me, and I groan, the pressure building fast.
“Touch yourself,” I order. “Now.”
He obeys, and one hand disappears beneath the waistband of his pants, his hips now rocking subtly in time with my thrusts.
I’m close but pull out with a gasp, my fist tightening around the base of my cock as I force myself to stop. I crouch down and grab his jaw, tilting his face up to mine.
“You want to taste my cum tonight?” I whisper.
He nods.
“Then be good and do your job. And when we get back home, I’ll ruin you.”
His breath hitches, and I press my thumb to his bottom lip as I stand.
“Let’s go,” I say with a grunt as I manhandle myself back into my pants.
When we finally emerge from the hallway, I run a hand through my hair and adjust my shirt, scanning the club for Maddie and Riley.
I spot them easily. They’re now on the dance floor, and Maddie’s arms are raised above her head, her curves highlighted by the strobing lights.
She’s petite—barely five-foot-five—but what she lacks in height she makes up for in attitude.
Her dark-brown hair falls in waves down her back, catching the light as she moves.
The black dress she wore specifically to piss me off clings to every inch, showcasing her full breasts, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her hips.
It’s designed to drive men insane, and it’s working.
Her hazel eyes are bright with the haze of alcohol as she dances, completely unaware that I’m watching her like a predator tracking its prey.
They go back and forth to the bar, and while they dance, Rhodes is forced to hold their drinks.
When he questioned Maddie initially, she asked him if he would be fired if her drink was spiked because she placed it down on a table.
He huffed and picked up her drink and has been holding each subsequent one like his life depends on it while she continues dancing.
Maddie breaks away from Riley and moves toward Vander, who’s standing at the edge of the dance floor like a statue. She circles him, her body moving to the beat, getting closer and closer until she’s practically grinding against him.
Vander doesn’t move. He remains a statue, letting her do her thing. It should be funny watching Maddie try to get a rise out of him, but then she stumbles.
Vander’s hands shoot out, catching her by the waist and steadying her. That’s when I see the look in his eyes. It’s only there for a split second before his mask slips back into place.
Fuck.
“Enough,” I say as I stride onto the dance floor, Rhodes now right behind me.
Maddie looks up at Vander from where she’s still held in his grip.
I swear she’s about to say something bratty, so I grab her arm. “Sit,” I command, pointing toward a booth in the corner. “Both of you.”
Riley raises an eyebrow but complies, looping her arm through Maddie’s and pulling her toward the plush seating. Maddie goes, but not without shooting me a glare that could melt steel.
Once they’re seated, I nod at Rhodes. “Get them some water.” He heads to the bar while I slide in across from the girls, keeping my body angled so I can still see the club’s entrance.
Vander takes up a position nearby, his arms crossed. He looks fucking angry and ready to rip someone’s head off if they dare come near us.
“You’re no fun,” Maddie says with a pout, her words slightly slurred.
“I’m not here to be fun. I’m here to keep you alive.”
Rhodes returns with two bottles of water and sets them down on the table.
Riley leans forward and props her chin in her hand. “You know what would be fun? If Maddie signs up for Wild Steps.”
“Masked men?” Maddie perks up, suddenly very interested. “I like the thought of that.”
“They don’t know who you are, and you don’t know who they are. It’s hot as fuck.” Riley waggles her eyebrows.
“What’s Wild Steps?” Rhodes asks, and I groan as both girls burst into laughter.
“It’s a fantasy fulfillment service that my fiancés own,” Riley explains, looking directly at Rhodes.
“You know what would be hilarious? You having to watch my girl here being railed by masked men in the woods. Would that be part of your job description, Rhodes? If they lured her into the dark, would you have to watch? To make sure she’s safe while she’s getting fucked? ”
“Riley!” Maddie exclaims, looking up at Rhodes shyly.
But Riley isn’t done; she turns her wicked gaze to me. “What about you, Ace? Would you stand guard while strangers fucked her? Or would that make you lose your mind?”
The image flashes through my head—Maddie spread out beneath masked men, my fists clenching at my sides while I’m forced to watch, unable to do anything because it’s what she wants. My jaw clenches so hard I think I might crack a tooth.
“Drink your water,” I bite out.
Maddie takes a long sip, her eyes locked on mine over the rim of the bottle. When she lowers it, her lips are wet, and I force myself to look away.
“I think I will sign up,” she announces. “It sounds exactly like what I need. Men who don’t know who I am. Who don’t care about anything except making me come.”
Every muscle in my body goes rigid. Vander shifts his weight, and even Rhodes looks uncomfortable.
“You’re drunk,” I tell her.
“Not that drunk.” She pulls out her phone. “Riley, send me the link.”
“Maddie . . .” I start, but Riley’s already typing.
“Done. Oh, this is going to be so good.” Riley claps her hands together. “Trust me, Maddie. It was the best decision I ever made.”
I watch as Maddie’s phone lights up with the notification.
“Holy shit!” she exclaims, eyes wide as she flicks through the link. “They have everything on here. CNC, primal play, sensory deprivation . . .” Her gaze flicks up to meet mine. “Voyeurism.”
Rhodes clears his throat. “Maybe we should head back. It’s getting late.”
“It’s barely even two,” Maddie counters, but she’s swaying slightly in her seat.
“You’ve had enough,” I tell her as I stand. “We’re leaving.”