“Don’t worry about it. We have others who do that kind of thing for us. I’ll have one of them look into it.” I turn to my henchmen. “You know, I think you may be on to something.If that warehouse is a holding zone for the victims prior to transport, then we need to find a way to get Lorenzo to go there so he will be implicated. If the FBI raid it and he isn’t there, then there will be no proof.”
Sage stands and stretches. “We will figure something out. Let’s worry about getting into it tonight. For all we know, it could be storing drugs or guns like we do.”
“That would still be enough to put Lorenzo away,” Sam points out, but I shake my head.
“Yes, but then we still have a whole heap of missing people, including the FBI agent’s sister. We need to find her, even if it’s to save our own asses.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure that letting him go was your smartest move to date.” Sage runs a hand through his unruly mop of curls. “Gio will be pissed.”
“Fuck Gio,” I snarl, standing up. “Alright, we’re heading to Banebridge. You guys stay here and get Lacey sorted. Welcome to the family, Lacey. We will have a more formal celebration when things settle down a little,” I promise her.
“We needed a bit more feminine energy. It’s a real sausage fest,” Sage says brightly. “I’m sure you are going to be great.”
“I won’t let you down,” she promises, standing up and giving me a nod of respect.
“Get the girl a firearm, and Lacey, make sure you always have it on you. Take her to the same place I get my corsets from.” I lift the back of my jacket so she can see. “It’s way more comfortable than a holster and safer than shoving it into the back of your pants like the movies.” I roll my eyes, and she grins.
“Will do, and be careful tonight.”
Sam and Dean murmur their own warnings and goodbyes, and Sage and I leave the club.
Chapter Seventeen
Itry to take a small nap in the limo on the half an hour drive to Banebridge from Suncity. Sage’s lap is warm and a comfortable place for my head, and he hums along quietly to the music, but I can’t shut my brain off. Thoughts of everything we just discussed interspaced with what I did with Colton and Vienna this morning play on a never-ending loop inside my mind, and I toss and turn until I finally give up and sit upright.
“You know if you wriggled around much more, I probably would have came in my pants.” Sage chuckles. “You’re restless. What’s going on?”
“Got a lot on my mind,” I reply distractedly as I stare out the window.
“Does it have to do with what Colton and Vienna got up to this morning?” he asks slyly, and I turn my head to look at him.
“How did you know about that? You hinted at breakfast.”
“Vienna gave me a kiss good morning, and I could smell sex on her, and Colton looked a little less tormented than normal. I figured maybe you helped him with that.”
“You’re a little too observant,” I grumble, and he grins and bounces in his seat like a kid going to the carnival.
“Did you use the sex dungeon? I came looking for you when I saw your door was open, but when you weren’t there, I thought you must have already gone down to breakfast. When I got down there, you and the other two weren’t there. Tristan mentioned Vienna had gone to search for you and Colton.”
“Hmph,” I grunt and nod. “It’s not a sex dungeon.”
“It so is,” he teases. “Ugh, I’m jealous now. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall and watched what you did.”
I smile slowly and raise an eyebrow. “Is that so?” I ask him, and he adjusts the growing bulge in his pants.
“Ugh, a hard-on in dress pants sucks. Of course I want to know or watch or join in.”
I pull my phone out and open the secure app I have on it—the one that receives video footage of the camera I have in the room. I am the only one who knows it’s there or how it can be accessed. I pull up the footage from this morning and press play before handing it to Sage.
“Don’t say I never give you anything,” I tell him as he grabs it eagerly, his eyes widening when he sees what’s playing.
“Oh, you dirty little bird, recording your home porn sessions for posterity… or to use at a later date. I approve.”
He groans loudly, and I watch as he bites his lip, his eyes locked on the screen. “Holy fuck, that’s hot. Look at you with that riding crop. Fuck, Colton is packing. I haven’t had the pleasure of feeling or seeing all of that yet, and look at Vienna on her knees. Now that is a pretty sight.”
Sage falls silent as the video continues to play, the soundtrack loud. My voice can be heard as well as the moans and grunts of pleasure from the other two. Sage drops one of his hands to his pants again and palms his cock, pressing to ease some of the pain.
The sounds remind me of everything that happened this morning, and watching Sage watch us turns me on, so I push hishand away and unzip his fly, going to my knees. Sage spreads his legs so I can slide between them, and I manhandle his erection out of his underwear then flatten my tongue to run it under the backside of the tip. I’ve never done this before, so hopefully I don’t suck at it—no pun intended.
