his sub?”
“I’m not hooked on Nick, but I like him. He’s fucking gorgeous, he’s a lot of fun, and he can dance his ass off.”
“Just be careful. He’s not a keeper.”
“I know he doesn’t believe in a happy ever after. I’m not sure I do either. Besides, when I took the tour of Club Silken, I only saw one thing I found offensive. Morgan took to Zack’s lifestyle and loves it.” I plop down on the couch and kick off my shoes. “Are we ordering delivery?”
“Yes.” Chels picks up her cell on a loud sigh. “Let’s order something spicy.”
“Chinese again, right?” I laugh knowing that’s exactly what she means. “I’ll be right back.” I walk down the hall to the elevator, ride downstairs, and collect the two large suitcases out of my car.
I spend the entire trip down and back up trying to decide if Chels is right. Another emotional turmoil is the last thing I need. Then I remember how safe I felt in his arms when Nick carried me to his car last night. And I can’t forget how his lips devoured mine today. My entire body almost went up in flames from the inside out. Our behavior in the hall doesn’t speak well for either of us, but do I regret it? Hell no.
I roll my bags to my new apartment and try to shove him out of my mind. Like that’s going to happen. The memory of Nick’s lips owning mine will haunt my dreams. If I don’t hear from him, it will be damn uncomfortable next Monday when we walk down the aisle together for the wedding.
5
Nick
The second I step inside my home I jerk my shirt over my head and walk straight to the bedroom where I remove the rest of my clothes. They wind up in a pile on the floor. Christ, my cock is fucking painful. I haven’t stayed this hard this long in, fuck, maybe never.
I step inside the bathroom and turn on the shower. Sure, I need to clean up after moving furniture and boxes all morning, plus, I’m going to give myself some relief. The rainfall shower head soaks me, and I grab a bar of soap, lather my body, and rinse off. My hand wraps around my cock and the other is palm down on the shower wall. One hard pull and I picture the beautiful, blonde woman riding me to her orgasm. Only it’s not my knee she’s fucking, it’s the cock I’m pumping up and down. My balls tighten with each stroke and I groan as strings of cum shoot out and splatter on the gray tiles.
I laugh out loud as I leave the shower and dry off. I’m thirty-three years old and Kayla is the first woman who has completely fucked my brain. She’s brave but scared and I need to know more.
I walk to my closet, grab a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt slipping them on before sliding on a pair of shoes. It’s Saturday and almost two in the afternoon. There’s not much time left in the day and the guys and I try to meet at least once a week to talk about the clubs. I’m surprised Zack or Slider hasn’t called to see where the hell I’m hiding. I go to the parking garage, get in my car, and drive across town to our office. I get off the elevator to the sound of laughter. It sounds like Club Silken and Gallants had a great Friday night.
“So, what’s so funny?” I slide into my chair behind the desk.
“We had a Dom wearing fake leather pants last night.” Zack loves telling these tales. “He had his sub spread out and ready when the ass end of his pants ripped wide open.”
“No shit? What did he do?” I ask.
“That’s the best part. The sucker never blinked. He unzipped, kicked them off into a corner, and acted as if nothing happened.” Slider holds up his hands in the timeout sign. “The dude is a member of the District Attorney’s staff.”
“His secret’s safe with us,” Zack points out, trying to keep his face straight. “I’m guessing Gloss had a big night.”
“We were packed and turning people away. That band is going big time one of these days and then I’ll be trying to find one as good to replace them.”
“Morgan was a little concerned about you driving Chels and Kayla home last night.”
“Why the fuck would anybody be worried? When did I become