Come on, tell me. Tell me who you really are.
One of us needs to be real.
“Okay.” Her relieved sigh matches my heart. “So, we’re going… Hang on. My heart’s beating fast.”Mine too.“You know, when you call me that, I lose it.”
“You’re not lost. You’re found. I know who you are, Alena—you’re mine.”
Fuck it.One night. One year. One lifetime or ten. It’ll never be enough with her, so I might as well go for it. I’ll give her every part of me except the piece I have to hide.
But she’s quiet. “Babygirl?” Too quiet. “Babygirl, answer m?—”
“Stop.”
“What’s wrong? What did I sa?—”
“I get so warm and wet when you call me that, but we’re on the phone, and this sucks because I really want to be with you, and?—”
“Tell me where you are, and I’ll get you.”
I’ll rip mountains apart to get to you.
“But that’s just it.” She huffs fretfully. “I’m at my best friend’s place, and I promised I’d go to a sex club with her tonight, not to cheat on you, never. It’s just to see things. I feel like you have more experience than me, and…” Pause. “Scratch that. After you made me come this morning,”—my dick hardens—“I know you havewaymore experience than me, so I wanted to watch and learn. But I feel guilty, like I should tell you. I’d never lie to you or cheat or?—”
“I’ll meet you there.”
“Wh… Wait. What?” she stammers, giggling. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious. Tell me where, and I’ll meet you.”
“Have you heard of the club in the old Naval yard?”
“Yeah. I’ve been there.”
I’m standing in it.
“You have?”
She sounds hurt. It’s a knife in my heart. @DirtTGirl trusts me, and I need my Babygirl to trust me too.
“Alena, let me cut the bullshit with you. I learned how to be a Dom at that club, but I haven’t fucked a woman in three years. Me and my fists were just fine until I met you. And now, I’m fucking dying to be with you,onlyyou, and I don’t need to know who you fucked before me either. In fact, don’t tell me because I’ll kill him. Or them. I don’t give a shit who or how many there were before me because I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget them all. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Right?”
Yep, it’s Fate. Her strings tether me to Alena.
Maybe it happened when we were born. Maybe ithappened that day by the ocean. Maybe it was yesterday. It doesn’t matter. I lose all sense of time when I can sense her panting breath. “Say it, Babygirl. Who do you belong to?”
“Loch.” She sounds so sure. So confident. So mine. “You, Sir. I’mlockedto you.”
I grin at her pun. “Good girl. I’ll meet you at the club.”
“But I’ll be wearing a mask. How will you know it’s me?”
“I won’t. But my heart will.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LOCH
Climbingtwo flights of stairs at the club, I tell my dick to calm down because my brain needs the blood.
