2. Violet #3
I stifled a laugh and threaded my fingers through both of theirs, tugging them out of the corner. “Yes.”
They gave long suffering sighs but followed where I led. We wandered through the maze, randomly taking turns, each one leading us past all sorts of things that would have once had me blushing. Whips. Ball gags. Bondage.
I might have still blushed a little bit at the sex table that had some sort of machine that thrust a dildo in and out at a rhythmic pace.
I also might have stared at the three men slowly undressing a pretty, curvy blond woman between them. They kissed her shoulders and down her spine, and one knelt in front of her, wrapping his lips around her nipples.
Levi leaned down and whispered in my ear. “That’s Hayden’s brother Liam and his partners. Mae is the woman, Heath and Rowe are the other two.”
Which explained why they looked familiar. “I think I met Liam at the clubhouse once,” I whispered back, wondering if it was weird we were standing there whispering about them while they were completely oblivious, wrapped up in each other. “He’s the club’s lawyer, right?”
Levi trailed his fingers up and down the back of my neck. “Yeah. I guess now isn’t a good time to question them about their character’s whereabouts the night of the murder…”
I covered my mouth to stop from laughing out loud and ruining the vibe.
“We should probably give them some privacy,” I whispered back, but then the woman climbed up onto the table, and the men adjusted her so she was lying with her face in the hole.
There were more holes for her breasts and genitals, giving access for play from beneath, but they had her kneel with her ass up in the air, facing the thrusting dildo.
Definitely time to leave. The three of us slipped away into the darkness. We passed Bliss and Nash making out against a wall. He had her skirt rucked up around the tops of her thighs, and War watched them from a chaise lounge, his eyes glued to the pleasure on his woman’s face.
The deeper we got into the maze, the more my eyes widened.
A woman on her knees, giving blow jobs to faceless cocks through a glory hole.
As we passed I realized it was Kara, and a blush crept up my back, knowing she was so committed to her men that it had to be either Hawk, Grayson, or Hayden’s dicks in her mouth.
“Guess she’s kind of busy too,” Levi muttered awkwardly.
Whip sniggered, pulling me along. “I’m not sure Hayden thought this through at all. There is no chance I’m going to ask someone if their character owns an ivory handled knife when they might be using it to get off.”
I couldn’t hold my laughter in. “Have you been listening to my smutty books? I’m pretty sure no one here is riding a knife handle. But you’re right, I don’t think anyone cares about the game.”
“Except X,” Levi and Whip said in unison.
We definitely seemed to be the only ones walking around with our character cards and the little pencils we’d been given for clue recording.
I pouted at them. “He’s going to be so sad nobody is paying attention to his dead character because they’re too busy watching each other on sex tables.”
“All the more reason for him to find us so you can be the one others are watching,” Whip murmured. “And blushing over. I saw how pink you got watching Liam and his partners.”
My nipples hardened. “It was hot,” I admitted. And then looked up at him. “But a dildo never feels as good as you do inside me.”
He groaned, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “We need to stake out a spot. Now. You can’t talk like that when I’m not naked yet.”
I felt the rising heat as well. It was impossible to hear other women moaning, and the deep murmurs of their men telling them all the dark and dirty things they wanted to do to them, and not want someone to do it to me too.
I took control again, leading both men by the hands, getting ourselves thoroughly lost in the maze of debauchery.
Every step a new sexual awakening presented itself. Padded couches where people were having sex. Mirrors, where everything the couple did reflected back at them. A huge wheel with a woman I didn’t recognize strapped to the middle, men and women standing around it, taking turns to touch her.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, squeezing my thighs together as we stopped to watch.
It seemed like it should have been degrading, all those grabbing hands, touching her in her most intimate places.
And yet there was a respectful tone to all of it. Eye contact between the woman and each new person who joined. A silent consent given, and a promise of pleasure, not harm.
It felt more like she was being worshipped.
That was something I knew a little bit about.
I had three men who might not tie me to wheels in sex clubs, but who worshipped me as often as our home life allowed.
Which hadn’t been much lately, with two kids suddenly coming into our lives.
It made tonight all the more special.
Levi kissed me, and I kissed him back, stroking my tongue against his, letting my hands trail down his muscled pecs and abs, giving him a little relief by rubbing his erection through his pants. He caught my wrist, helping me to stroke him slowly.
Whip watched us now, instead of the main attraction in the room that drew everyone else’s attention. The way Levi and I moved together stole his focus, and he joined the kiss again, the three of us groping, licking, biting at each other until we were all breathless and needy.
I stumbled back, rounding another corner, searching for our own dark spot to stake a claim on.
From the opposite end of the corridor, a small dark-haired woman was carried by a tall blond man. She had her legs wrapped around him, and kissed his neck as he walked, two other men close behind him.
I recognized them instantly.
Kian. Vaughn. Rebel.
And my brother.
We both stopped dead in our tracks, staring at each other.
Seeing my brother in a sex club was not exactly high on my wish list.
Whip cleared his throat. “Well, I guess this was bound to happen sooner or later. Hey, Fang.”
Fang didn’t acknowledge him. His gaze was glued to mine, his mouth pulled into a tight line. He pointed left. “I’m going to go this way.” He pointed in the opposite direction. “And you’re going to go that way. And we are never going to talk about this.”
I nodded frantically. “Sounds preferable to bleaching my eyeballs.”
Rebel laughed in his arms. “You two are so dramatic. You’re both adults. Adults have sex. I’m not saying have sex in front of each other—”
“Please never say that again, Pix.” He groaned and buried his face in her neck, like that might disappear the entire situation.
“I may vomit,” I added.
Rebel just laughed. “Fine. We’ll find a private room. Maybe you guys will do the same?”
“Deal,” I agreed so fast I doubted they could understand me. I hurried away down the corridor Fang had allocated to us, while everyone but me and my brother laughed.
“We need new friends,” I complained when the three of us were alone again. “Ones I don’t share DNA with.”
Whip chuckled. “It had to happen eventually. If not here, at the clubhouse or at Psychos.”
“I’m going to need seven Jager bombs to erase that from my memory,” I complained. “And I can’t have even one.”
Levi rubbed his hand over my little baby bump. “You don’t need alcohol. You have us. I have a surefire way to make you forget all about seeing your sister-in-law about to ride your brother like a pony.”
I slapped him. “I hate you so much right now.”
He laughed, but he also found a door to an unoccupied room, and the three of us slipped inside it.
I sucked in a breath at the interior. Mirrors lined all four walls and the ceiling.
Thick black carpet gave way beneath our feet, and I briefly wondered if that was the most hygienic choice.
But there wasn’t a stain to be seen and the room smelled clean and fresh and lightly of jasmine, like someone might have been burning a candle in here at some point.
In the middle of the room sat a black-and-red throne.
Padded leather covered the arms and a seat, but there was a deliberate hole in the middle of it.
The legs were shorter than that of a regular chair, keeping it low to the floor.
But plenty of room for men to slide beneath it.
“This room has your name all over it, sweetheart,” Whip murmured to me in that voice that was so low and deep it did things to my insides.
I sucked in a breath, my pussy pulsing at the rasp of his stubble against my cheek. I imagined it lower, brushing over the insides of my thighs.
Levi fit himself behind me and undid the zipper on my dress. Then inch by inch, peeled it off my skin.
I trembled as the silky fabric slipped down my arms, over my breasts and belly, and then down my thighs. It pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of it, leaving my high heels behind as well.
I really wished I hadn’t worn the Spanx. With the mirrors all over, they were all I could see.
“I fucking hate these things,” Levi muttered, pulling down the waistband, and running his fingers over the indent it had left in my skin.
“They slim out my hips,” I protested. “I hate the fat rolls I get over the top of regular underwear.”
Whip stared at me. “Those hips and those fat rolls are what’s helping to protect our baby right now.
” He grinned at me wickedly. “Plus, I’m pretty sure last time we were here, I wanted your panties in my pocket.
That’s the only good place they should be right now.
” He tugged the too tight underwear over my belly and down my thighs, and my skin tingled with pleasure at the feeling of being free.
I rubbed my hand over my bump while Whip shoved my panties into his pocket inch by inch.
“I’m not giving these back,” he warned me, his hand joining mine on my belly. “No more squishing the baby.”
I knew very well that a pair of underwear, even tight ones, wasn’t going to hurt the tiny baby safely growing in an amniotic sack inside my body. But my heart squeezed at Whip being protective of him or her already.