This is what my parents want for me. How will they react when I tell them I’m in a relationship that doesn’t look like everyone else’s? Will they take me seriously? Will they put aside their biases and accept us? Am I ready to put my family relationships in jeopardy for Archer and Julian?
Under the table, Julian takes my hand, and I try to force myself to relax. I want to enjoy this. Ideserveto enjoy this.
The party moves away from the table after dessert. Julian’s parents mingle with their friends, drinking and celebrating. Archer finds me hovering near the edge of the room. Putting his arm around my back, he pulls me closer, and I try to relax into his touch.
I can do this.
“So Jules and I made a little plan before dinner,” he mumbles to me.
“Oh yeah?” I turn to look up at his handsome face.
“He’s saying his goodbyes now, and we’re going to get out of here.”
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“The club.”
My spine straightens, and my heart picks up speed. Then I feel Archer’s lips against the side of my head.
“Relax, Chef. We’re renting a room. It’ll just be us.”
“I’m fine,” I lie. “What are we going to the club for? Why can’t we just go back to Julian’s?”
He gives me a back-and-forth head tilt. “For fun? Besides…” He presses his lips to my ear and whispers, “I’m going to let him tie me up since he loves it so much.”
Heat pummels my stomach with arousal at the thought of Archer tied up.
“Okay, fine,” I mumble with a smile.
“You’re on board now, aren’t you?”
“Maybe we can gag you too?” I ask, teasing him.
He scoffs, pretending to be offended. “For that, I think we’ll tie you to the spanking bench.”
Burying his face in my neck, he growls, making me squeal. I feel the eyes of one of the guests watching us, and I grow instantly uncomfortable. Pulling away, I watch as Julian finishes up with his parents.
Finally, after another five minutes, he marches over to us. “Okay, let’s get out of here.” Grabbing my hand, he practically drags us out of the party. No one even notices we’re leaving, and I can feel the excitement radiating from both of them.
As we climb into the back of Julian’s car, they put me in the middle. Neither of them can feel my stress, or if they do, they don’t show it. They’re both too excited for the night to come apparently.
The car is quiet during the ride. I changed in Amelia’s room after she let me borrow something other than the black pants and dirty sneakers I cooked in all day. Now, I’m in a high-necked cotton dress that goes down to my ankles with a slit up to my thigh. I feel sexier than I’ve ever felt, and with Archer’s hand resting on my bare leg, I’m as excited as they are.
I just have to let go of all the uncertainty. I have to go back to that moment in the elevator when we all met. When we clicked so intensely that none of us could walk away. And now, here we are. Going to a sex club together. I know deep in my heart there is no way I could go with anyone else. I trust these two to always keep me safe.
I meant what I said to Julian that day in his apartment. They are my safe space. Sure, I have some deeply rooted reservations about kink, but I want this. I want to overcome those fears and aversions and give in to this desire. With them, I can.
During the ride, Archer’s hand travels slowly up my thigh. Turning toward him, I stare into his eyes as his hand slides up my dress. The pad of his finger caresses my clit over the fabric of my panties, making my eyes flutter closed.
I lean into him as he continues to tease me. All the while, I feel Julian watching us, his breath heavy with desire. Every touch with them is like a drug I can’t get enough of. They are both helping me to shed all this indignity and embarrassment I feel whenever it comes to sex. With them, I’m not ashamed of my pleasure.
In fact, it’s actually quite…beautiful.
We pull up to the club, and Julian gets out first, reaching hishand toward me to help me out. I cling to his side as we enter the club, and other than nodding to the hostess up front, he doesn’t say a word to anyone.
The club is busy tonight, busier than I’ve ever seen it. I guess this is what it’s normally like on a weekend night. But it’s not rowdy or overcrowded.
It’s alive with energy—sensual and erotic.
