Come Hot (Club Silken #2) - Jerrie Alexander Page 0,21

what I want to say. My brain screams caution, but my heart wants Nick more. Am I strong enough to be what he needs?

I stand and face him. “I had a shitty childhood and that about sums it up. I’ve had a chip on my shoulder toward men for a long time. Too long. You make me want things. In fact, I want you.”

He’s on his feet in a flash, and I’m wrapped his arms. “Talking isn’t the same as experiencing it. Let me show you a different lifestyle. You can stop me at any time by saying red.”

I lift up on my toes, clasp the back of his head, and pull him down so I can whisper in his ear. “Let’s go to my apartment.”

“Mine’s closer.”

I squeal when he sweeps me into his arms and carries me back up the path. We’re both laughing when he stops at his car, opens the door, and waits until I’m seated. He leans down and all humor has left his face.

“I should’ve told you to wear a skirt.”

“Why?”

“You could’ve taken it off and given me access to your sweet pussy. I would’ve stroked you all the way home.” He doesn’t wait for a response just hurries around to the driver’s side. He buckles his seat belt and puts his hand on my shoulder. “Did I shock you?”

“Maybe a little.” I turn and grin at him. “Right now, I’m trying to figure out how to make that happen without removing my jeans.”

“Oh, you’re going to be trouble, and I know the remedy for that.” He smiles back at me, starts the car, and drives toward the exit.

“No. I think my word for that is red.”

“You’re dropping that on me already?” Concern shows in his face as he glances at me. “Talk to me. We’ll get nowhere if you don’t.”

“I’m never going to be beaten.” I almost added the word again but I pulled it back in time.

7

Nick

I glance at Kayla, surprised all the color has drained from her face. “What the fuck? Where did you get the idea I would beat you, or any woman, for that matter?”

“The night you gave me the tour of Silken, we watched while a man beat a woman with a cane, and nobody said a word. There’s nothing she could’ve done to warrant the horrific red welts on her ass and the backs of her thighs.”

“That woman comes to the club to get caned. She doesn’t want a permanent Dom, so she makes it known she’s available to play. Her one condition is the night ends with the fucking cane. Her cries weren’t from fear they were from ecstasy.”

“I can’t imagine why—”

I interrupt Kayla. “It’s none of our business why, nor is it our place to judge her. She’s a successful businesswoman and as normal as you.”

Kayla pulls my hand off the steering wheel and places it on her knee. “I have a lot to learn.”

“I’ll teach you.” I slide my hand up her leg, rest it on the crotch of her jeans, and rub the seam against her sweet spot. “I’m not into causing extreme pain. I will test your limits, push you to the edge, but will never intentionally hurt you. If I spank your ass it will be with my hand and you’ll beg me for more.”

“I don’t beg for anything.”

Her flat tone made me even more curious. We’re finally at my place so I shelve my questions for later. I drive up the circular ramp to the top level of the parking garage and park in my assigned space. I walk to her door, open it, and take her hand. She’s quiet as we enter the elevator. I enter my code and we move up one floor.

“One floor?”

“To the top. If I want, I can ride up from the lobby, but why would I?”

“I’ll bet the view is beautiful.”

“Mine is.” She smells like the flowers at the park had brushed their scent on her. I take her hand, exit the elevator, and open my door. “A case of nerves is a good thing. Fear isn’t. I’ll always put your safety, well-being, and pleasure first.” I punch in the code, disarming my security system and step back. “Welcome.”

“This is really nice.” Kayla’s gaze sweeps the open floor plan. “You’re right, the view is amazing.”

“It’s functional.” I grin at her word “nice” for beige walls, tan upholstered couch, and chairs. The big-screen TV is to watch sports and the end tables are covered with books.