“A little higher.” I winked, wishing we had time for a quickie before we headed to dinner.
She slapped my leg and shook her head. “I’m sure I’ll be walking funny by the time the weekend is over.”
“We’ll have to see. If Matías shows his face tomorrow, the weekend may be over before we ever have a chance to play, doll.”
She pouted as her strokes grew longer, and her fingertips grazed my cock. “But I was looking forward to some more us time.”
I pulled her down on top of me, bringing her lips close to mine. “Baby, once we’re free and clear, you can have all the us time you want. We just have to be on our toes. I can’t be balls deep inside you and miss Matías. That would be hard to explain.”
“True.” She frowned and sat upright, escaping my kiss.
“So what’s this about Kat?”
“She’s hot. Like superhot and spunky. The girls are livid that we hired her, so the only thing I could figure out is to tell them she’s gay.”
“You knew that shit wouldn’t fly.”
She grunted. “Dumbass Mike and his big mouth. I swear I should knock some sense into that boy.”
“It won’t help.”
Izzy climbed on top of me, pressing her cunt against my cock, teasing me because she knew she could and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it now. “Maybe if you’re a good boy.” She was turning the tables on me, and I liked it. “I’ll suck your cock later.”
I grabbed her around the waist and undulated my hips. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you.”
I wanted to strip her naked and spend the night licking every inch of her skin, but the knock on the door ended that fantasy.
“Ready?” She pulled her shirt down far enough to show me her killer rack.
“Baby, I was born ready.”
She took her time climbing off me, making sure to make it as torturous as possible as she slid down and stood.
“If you don’t behave, you’re going to suck my cock until your jaw locks up.”
“You talk a big game,” she said over her shoulder as she turned the handle to a waiting Alese and Ret.
* * *
My head throbbedas we walked into Forbidden just after noon. Last night, we all had too much to drink and were moving slower than usual.
“Welcome.” Connor, the owner of the club, met us at the door to usher us inside. He was a stout man, standing about eight inches shorter than me, with a pot belly and a beard that touched his chest.
“Thanks for doing this.” Ret shook his hand, towering over the man.
Ret had filled me in on Forbidden and Connor’s background. He used to own a bar in town and was an active participant in the swinger’s scene in Jacksonville. When the BDSM explosion happened, he decided to open his own club and mix his two favorite activities—drinking and sex.
Connor had a partner in the business, a former Navy SEAL named Trent Newsome, who was interested in helping us nab Matías. He was waiting inside the main lobby as we entered. “Welcome,” Trent said with a curt head nod.
He sized me up, and I did him. The man looked like every other hard-core military special forces person I’d ever met. Strong jaw, big muscles, perfect posture, and lacked any type of emotional facial expression as he stared at Ret and me.
Then his eyes wandered to Izzy and Alese, and he finally cracked a smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies.”
“I’m Alese.” She almost curtsied as she bowed her head and stared down at the floor.
“Izzy,” my girl said, holding out her hand and looking him straight in the eye.
Attagirl. I didn’t like the way he looked at Alese and Izzy, but I knew one thing for sure…Izzy wasn’t going to take any of his shit if he tried anything. Her brothers taught her well, and I was lucky I had come out unscathed when we first met.
