CHAPTER 11 #2
When she introduced herself as Zeke’s sister, I 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 into 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 submit 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.”
Her nose crinkled. “Eww.” A quick smile followed, and she darted the rest of the way up.
“Now finish eating,” Zeke commanded, his voice low. “Because when she leaves, I’ve got plans for the two of you.”
That now familiar sense of anticipation shot through me, and I turned my attention back to my breakfast.