“You match the furniture.” And he let her go, sitting back against the cushions with a smirk.
“Yeah, so we blend in.”
Hardly. With her nipples, not to mention every inch of nubile skin showing through, there was no blending in wearing that.
Matt couldn’t help but notice that neither Kit nor Sloan could take their gaze off the girl as she left the room, and it didn’t escape him they were on more familiar terms with each other compared to the night they last held court down in the big purple booth. He realized then, and it surprised him, six months had gone by since he’d been here, and of the nine princes, only two were left to claim.
“Yowza.” Once Savannah was out of view and out of earshot, Sloan reached for the bottle of iced champagne. “That girl’s got a magnificent pair of—”
“Didn’t I tell you to stop talking about Savannah like that?” And the bassist’s hand came down on the empty cushion beside him.
“Like what?”
“Like an object.” With her jaw going slack, Gina gave her head a little shake. “You’re sexualizing her. It’s disgusting and dehumanizing.”
“Youhaveforgotten where you are.” Sloan poured a glass of champagne and put it in her hand. “The human body is a most incredible work of art, and I can appreciate its beauty. No need to get so butthurt, Trouble. I think your tits are gorgeous, too.”
“You really are a dick.”
“Yeah, well, we’ve already established that now, haven’t we?” And he clinked his glass with hers. “Cheers.”
They squabbled like siblings, and it warmed his heart to see it. His bandmates—his brothers—were his only family in the world, and therefore an extension of himself. Matt wanted his boys not only to accept Gina but to love her in the same way they’d all come to love Linnea, Chloe, Katie, Ava, and Kelly. Fiercely, unquestionably, and without hesitation.
Gina took a sip of champagne, then let out a sigh. “So, now what?”
“Now, we relax and get comfy.” Matt pulled her against him a little closer, leaving a trail of kisses on her skin. “Eat a little. Drink a little.”
“And we wait for the entertainment to begin,” Sloan said, waggling his brows.
She looked up at him, hazel eyes blinking, as if she wasn’t sure what that meant. Her naïveté showing, Matt reminded himself that Gina’s only actual experience was with him. That selfish buffoon who couldn’t even get her off didn’t count. Responsive and willing, it was only now that she was discovering her true sexual self. He wasn’t selfish. As the man who loved her, he’d be the one to guide her, teach her, and show her every conceivable pleasure her body was capable of.
“Like I said, bunny, we’re early.” Discreetly, he grazed her nipple. “Pretty soon there’ll be demos to watch on the platform down on the main floor.”
Sloan leaned into her ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a close-up view on the jumbo screen.”
“What’s a demo?” she asked.
Sloan snickered. “Think about it.”
“The Red Door is more than just a sex club.” His thumb remained on her nipple, and she didn’t seem to mind. Not so discreetly anymore, Matt traced circles as he explained, because fuck, he needed her to get it. “It’s a safe space, a venue where people can be free from shame to explore and connect in enthusiastic, consensual ways, no matter where their interests lie. See, every single one of us is unique. Some folks are into BDSM; others might like pet play or femme domme worship. And those are just a few examples. There’s a wide variety of kinks and fetishes.”
“Your man here thinks he’s a dog,” Sloan said, then lifted his gaze toward the ceiling. “Woof-woof.”
“A demo is education disguised as entertainment. It’s an open house tonight, so there’ll be some vetted guests here as well as standing members.” At least Kit was attempting to be informative. “You wouldn’t want someone tying you up or wielding a paddle on your ass if they didn’t know how to do it properly.”
“It’s a learned skill. Takes practice.” Holding onto Gina’s hand, Sloan winked. “I’m good with a whip, too.”
“Err, um, I think I’ll pass.”
“Sex-positive doesn’t just mean acceptance, baby.” Smoothing her hair, Matt pressed a kiss to her lips. “Yes, we’re judgment-free, but safe and consensual is a huge component, so education is of the utmost importance.”
“Brendan even holds classes here,” Kit said, nodding.
“On how to tie people up?”
“Among other things.” He chuckled. “And it’s calledShibari—Japanese bondage.”
“Oh.”
