Chapter Three #3
nights like this. Starting this club actually kept us all together. Huh. I
always thought it was because my sisters and their friends were perverts,” Seth
said thoughtfully. “Now I have to wonder. Not about Kala, but Kenzie might have
thought this was a way to keep us all together.”
“Are you the older son or the younger one?” Aidan had been
on an opposite schedule the week since Nate had gotten in, and honestly, he’d
been trying to adjust to his new American time zone. It would be good to start
putting names to faces.
Like Daisy O’Donnell, who he would meet later tonight when
he got home.
“Older,” Seth explained. “You might have seen my younger
brother, Travis. He was the dude asleep on the couch in the locker room.”
He’d wondered about the bloke snoring away earlier in the
evening. The men’s locker room wasn’t elegant, but it had its charms, including
a big living room area with a TV and game systems and a couple of couches, one
of which had been occupied by a sleeping Taggart. “Is he okay?”
Seth stared out over the dungeon floor as though looking for
someone. “It depends on your definition of the word okay. He’s a third-year law
student and a single dad with an infant. This is the night my parents agreed to
watch his son so he could have some form of a social life, and what does he do?
He falls asleep in the locker room during the wildest party of the year. Didn’t
even manage to get a beer in. I knew he likely wouldn’t indulge in the sex part
of the evening, but I thought he would at least get a little drunk.”
Poor guy probably wasn’t sleeping at all between school and
parenting. He felt for Travis Taggart.
He checked his pocket. Yes. The condoms he’d snagged were in
there. Just in case.
“Is there a reason you’re not down there? It really is a
wild time,” Seth said. “We only do it once a year, though it gets talked about
for months after. The couples of the group tend to either skip this party or
sit up here and watch the chaos.”
Aidan had taken one look at Carys and swept her away,
picking her up and carrying her toward the privacy rooms. He’d told Nate he
would see him at home.
“I don’t know.” He wasn’t sure this was the right night to
make his debut at The Hideout. The idea of some giant orgy wasn’t appealing.
Of course an orgy wasn’t what was happening. It was more
like a slow rotation of Doms around subs before one of the Doms would gently
move in and separate his selected treat for the evening from the crowd.
He understood what a party like this was for. Exploration.
It was for indulging in something that in this group wouldn’t come back to bite
a bloke in the arse.
A couple was already playing on the main stage. A big Dom in
all black had a tiny sub tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross, and he was using a
violet wand on her nipples.
It should have him aroused, but he was still strangely numb.
He wanted to blame it all on jet lag, but he was over it.
And the numbness was exactly why he’d taken the job in the first place. It
wasn’t working.
“Then this is not your night because the chaos is part of
the fun. It’s also a great way for a smart woman to indulge in self-delusion.”
Seth stared out as a couple of subs walked in from the locker room. One of them
was a petite sub in a red catsuit and matching mask, dark hair piled high on
her head. She was whispering to her blonde friend and seeming to look around
for someone. “I think I’m going to go downstairs. Hope you find what you’re
looking for. I’m going after what I need tonight.”
Seth strode toward the stairs. He obviously knew what he
wanted. Nate stared out again, trying to figure out which gorgeous sub had
caught Taggart’s eye, but before Taggart came into view a woman in white
stepped out from the hallway leading to the locker rooms, and Nate felt like
the world slowed down.
Long, dark hair caressed rounded shoulders, tumbling over a
set of truly gorgeous breasts. They were offered up by the pure white corset
that cinched in her waist and flowed over hips he could hold on to. She stopped
at the edge of the crowd, staring out as though trying to decide if she would
join them. The white boy shorts she wore barely covered a spectacular arse.
She was a beauty, and he felt a rip of pure lust go through
him, making his cock tighten and sparking his dominant instincts.
A Dom approached her, his every move seemingly predatory.
His lips curled as he moved in close. She turned her chin up and said
something. The Dom suddenly stepped back as though shocked. His hands came to
his chest, palms out, and he backed away.
The pretty sub’s face fell. She glanced around the dungeon
and seemed to realize there were a lot of eyes on her, but now the first Dom
was talking to another, and they all seemed to ease away from her. One of the
subs moved in, but she shook her off. Her head came up and he watched as she
pasted a smile on her face and squared her shoulders. She leaned over to the
other sub who nodded, and then the gorgeous woman turned to the stairs.
She was coming up here. What the hell had happened? Why had
that asshole taken one look at her and rejected her? She was simply the most
stunning woman in the place.
He turned, watching as she climbed the stairs in her
stilettos. She moved as though she was used to walking in what had to be
five-inch heels. He would bet she was quite petite, but those heels brought her
close to being as tall as most of the men around her.
She might come to his shoulders. Maybe.
His gaze caught on her as she stepped into the lounge. She
smiled at the bartender, who seemed to know her, but she waved him off and
started toward the railing.
Then stopped and simply stared his way.
Low and sexy hip-hop played through the whole space, forming
a soundtrack that could absolutely be used for sex, but it all faded into the
background as he got his first good look at her.
She was every bit as gorgeous as he’d suspected.
She turned suddenly, and he realized he wasn’t going to let
her go. This was the most he’d felt in forever, and he wasn’t willing to end
it. He could be intimidating, but he could also charm a lady. He suddenly
really wanted to charm this one.
Before he could take a step toward her, she turned again,
and there was determination in the way she strode toward him.
“Hello, Sir.” She stood in front of him, her shoulders back
and chin up. “You must be new around here. I wanted to welcome you to The
Hideout. If you have any questions, I’ll be hanging around tonight. I know the
place very well.”
So she was a regular. It made him wonder what kind of drama
was going on with her that the other Doms seemed to back away. And then he had
to admit he didn’t give a shit. She was standing there, and it was obvious it
had taken some courage for her to get rejected and try again.
Brave sub. Gorgeous sub.
There it was. His cock tightened for the first time in
forever, and for a moment it felt like he could breathe again. He hadn’t
realized how tight his life had become, how like a vise it felt around his
chest until this moment.
She’d asked him to come to her if he had questions. He had
one for her.
“Do you have a partner for the night?” Nate asked.
Gorgeous green eyes flared behind her elaborate white mask.
“Do I… No. I don’t.”
“Would you like one?” He could feel the fucking heat between
them. He had to hope the heat he felt seared them both.
Her head nodded. “Yeah. Yes, I would, Sir. If you’re the
partner, I would like very much to play.”
He held a hand out, and when she placed hers in it, he knew
the night would change everything.