“Can we rent a room? Is that what happens here?”
“Honey, we will buy this place if that’s what you want just so we can fuck you everywhere in it.”
“Don’t say that to me right now.”
He smiles against my skin. “Why is that love?” His words are knowing and flirtatious.
“Would you like to stick your hand down my pants and find out?”
“Don’t ask a question you don’t want the answer to.” His words are soft like velvet, but hot as fire.
Shit. This conversation turned quickly. Like veered off the fucking road and is now careening down an embankment about to hit fuck town. The little village that is always on the edge of the road I’m on.
I can’t help it.
I push.
“Find out,” I turn and whisper against his lips.
A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. His hand falls from my neck, his other still gripping my hand, and drags it over the top of my breast, between them, across my stomach. He pauses at the top of my pants for a second, then slips his hand under the waistband.
Fuck me. He did it.
Sammie is standing just in front of us, talking to Emmett and Knox about the changes she’s made, along with the rooms and other things. Her words fade away as Jax’s hand slides down and his finger grazes over my soaking wet pussy. I squeeze his hand tightly when I feel him pause and let out a breath.
“Oh baby,” he purrs quietly.
A second later, Callum is pressed up behind me again, his hard erection pressed into my back. “Having fun?” he whispers, burying his nose in my neck as his hand glides up to grab a breast.
I look around and while it’s very dark in here, you can obviously still see… things.
Like getting felt up and finger fucked in the middle of the floor.
Callum’s hand glides down my chest, to my pants where he slips his hand in under Jax’s and presses his finger to my pussy, curving it in slightly.
“Goddamn,” I breathe out.
“We can get you all a room if needed. Free of charge, of course,” Sammie says, watching us.
I hadn’t even noticed she had turned around because while my eyes were open, they were sure as fuck not seeing.
“Perhaps. We will let you know later,” Jax says as he and Callum slip their hands out of my pants and suck my arousal off their fingers.
“Yes. She looks quite tasty,” Sammie says, turning around. “Follow me then and I will show you around. Perhaps Everlee would like to see the voyeur room.”
“I want to see it all.” The tone of my voice came out more like a kid asking to try all the flavors at an ice cream stand, where rainbows and unicorns are dancing just off the horizon. Or maybe a woman from the nineteen twenties stepping off a boat in a musical, seeing a new place for the first time. That sweet innocence that dances on the air.
“Well then, we must show her all of it,” Sammie chuckles softly.
We pass by several doors off the main area that are private, rentable rooms, for general kinks and pleasures. She shows us one that’s currently not occupied and said they’re all set up the same. There’s a bed, a bench, a few chairs, a swing, a pole, and several dressers full of various toys, gags, and whips. We travel upstairs where there are more rooms that are kink specific. They are set up like the rooms downstairs mostly, but each has a little something extra and the symbol on the door indicates what’s in the room. The one we looked in had a large crib and baby bottles and accessories.
After we tour the top floor, we walk back downstairs, discussing where we should go next. The voyeur room, Shibari demonstration, or Eden. While we’re waiting, I hear a familiar squeal and turn to see someone walking by in a bunny outfit, holding hands with a man in a mask. The woman is looking at me and then she hop-steps with excitement. I’d recognize that move anywhere, and that ass. I’ve seen it enough times growing up.
Lizzy.
She keeps walking, though, down a hall to the right of the room.
“Was that?” Knox whispers.
