Blue Blooded (19 page)

“Rowan, does the senator's security company note which entrance he's using at the hotel?” she asked.

Rowan scrolled down the page, stopping on detailed notes about the logistics of the senator's arrival and departure from the theater. “BH22E. They must have used a code.”

Hunter tsked. “Rowan, Rowan. It is indeed a code, but not a good one. BH stands for ‘back of the house,' the area of the casino the public never gets to see.” He moved over to stand beside Oz and flashed Rachel a smile. “I'm more than a pretty face.” Turning to Oz, he pointed at the blueprints. “Oz, enlarge the back of the house for us.” Once he did, Hunter shook his finger. “There. The top right, see the number twenty-two? It's on the east side of the building. Back of the house, door twenty-two, on the east side. If you ask me, the senator is overpaying his security team.”

Rachel had a feeling the security team members were probably quite competent when it came to doing their jobs. There was no way they could have prepared to come up against three hackers with these abilities. She hadn't even known it was possible to break into companies' private servers.

“Once they bring the senator inside, he'll take an elevator to the bottom floor of the hotel and walk through the catacombs to get to a private elevator that goes directly to the backstage of the theater,” Rowan said, quickly summarizing the copious notes.

She glanced over her shoulder at Logan. “If Evans and Fink don't want anyone to trace the virus back to them, they can't be seen walking around with the tank in their arms. How are they going to get it into the theater?”

His mouth pursed and lines etched his forehead as he considered her question. Then a glint came into his eyes. “They don't ever have to set foot into the theater. They're going to release it through the air vents. Oz, find the mechanical room.”

Oz quickly pulled up the plans of the hotel's lower level.

“There,” said Logan, pointing at the screen. “The entrance to the room is almost directly below the theater. As FBI, they'd have easy access to the same blueprints we have. They just have to find the duct that leads to the theater.”

Sawyer tapped his temple. “So if I were these agents, I'd follow closely behind the rest of the security team and access the hotel through the same door. But instead of taking the elevator down to the catacombs, I'd go to the basement level, which houses some offices and the maintenance of the hotel.”

Exhilaration filled her. This is what she loved to do. Figure out how all the pieces of a puzzle fit together. “No one on the hotel's staff would blink twice if FBI agents checked out the security of the basement below the theater.” She bit her lip, stumbling into a glaring roadblock. “But how are we going to get access to the basement of the Tuscany? The minute we step into that hotel, we'll be recognized.”

Oz burst into hysterical laughter, slapping his knee.

“Why is he laughing?” she asked.

Sawyer sidled up beside her. “Because this place has every costume you can think of to help you conceal your identity.” He grinned wickedly. “Role play is a popular kink offered at Paradise Found.”

The room's temperature seemed to increase ten degrees. She gulped, wondering if Logan would ever be up for wearing his army uniform for her. “Got any creds that will help us pass as part of the senator's security team?” she asked.

“We can not only create them,” Oz said, “but have the security company's records show you're part of the team.” He spread his arms out wide. “Never doubt the all-powerful Oz.”

Rowan scratched his head. “Did you guys think maybe you could just call anonymously and warn the senator?”

She wished it was that easy. “Like he'd believe us? Besides, it wouldn't stop the plan. Only postpone or alter it. At least now, we know roughly when and where it's occurring. This could be our only opportunity to stop it.”

They needed something to prove Evans and Fink were dirty. But what? She frowned. If the agents were working for someone else, they would've been paid. “A trail,” she said out loud. “We need to find out if Evans and Fink have received any large sums of money recently. How do we do that?”

Logan rested his chin on her shoulder. “The guys can access their US bank accounts, but it will take some time for them to uncover any overseas accounts, especially if they've used an international corporation to cover their tracks.”

“But we can do it,” Rowan said. “I'll work on it tonight while you guys are in the club.”

Logan picked his head up. “Oh, we're not—”

“That would be great, Rowan. Thanks,” she said, interrupting. She wanted to see what went on in the club. “Hey, Sawyer? Do you think you could find us some masks? I think I'd like to take you up on your offer and check out Paradise Found. After all, we are in Vegas. And what happens here . . . ”

“Stays here?” Logan asked seriously.

His question deserved a serious and truthful answer. She smiled. “I hope not.”

R
ACHEL MUST HAVE
lost her mind somewhere between Florida and Nevada. That was the only explanation of why, in addition to a black mask that covered the upper portion of her face, she was wearing only a black lace shelf bra and matching thong—in public.

How far she had come from a few days ago at Benediction in her pants and a conservative blouse when she'd agreed to allow Logan to bind her with his ropes over her clothes.

Sawyer had begged Logan to show off his Shibari skills tonight in the club. Now she was practically naked on a stage inside Paradise Found and getting ready for Logan to bind her in front of an audience.

She may have spent only a short time inside the dungeon of Benediction, but that was all she needed to understand the differences between that club and this one.

Benediction catered to the wealthy, its patrons paying thousands of dollars for the privilege of belonging to a club where other members of high society could play with like-minded sexually adventurous people without having to worry about being outed for their predilections for kinky sex. Those who scened at Benediction did so in luxurious surroundings, with expensive equipment and state-of-the-art security. They had gorgeous locker rooms that rivaled a high-end spa, fantasy rooms, and free alcohol for those who weren't participating in any BDSM scenes.

Paradise Found, on the other hand, was more like a typical nightclub, although no alcohol was sold or permitted. The music was so loud she could feel the vibrations of the bass thumping against her chest, and half-naked bodies crowded the dance floor, bumping and grinding to the electronic beat, the air laden with the scent of sweat. Only when her gaze wandered to the other areas did she spot the similarities between the two sex clubs.

Along the outer fringes of the room were beds on platforms, almost all of them in use with various pairings and combinations of men and women having sex right out in the open for everyone to see. Those who didn't have access to beds utilized couches, chairs, benches, and even the floor. There was one guy being flogged and a woman bent over a bench being spanked, but the kink here seemed to be more about public sex and ménage.

Her stomach churned from nerves and her heart pounded so wildly, she had to take deep breaths in order to get enough oxygen into her lungs to counter the dizziness.

But her apprehension had nothing to do with her embarrassment over her body. She was comfortable in her skin, and besides, no one could identify her behind her mask. Except for Logan's friends, the people in Paradise Found were strangers whom she'd never see again. No, the nervous knots in her belly had to do with the amount of control she was handing over to Logan.

Of course she trusted him. She wouldn't have agreed to this if she didn't. But trust was something new to her, and everything was happening so fast. It was as if she was a caterpillar in a chrysalis about to be reborn into a butterfly. And that terrified her because while butterflies were beautiful and free to fly, they had a short life span. Every moment spent with Logan, she was falling deeper and harder for him. Soon—if not already—it would be too late to save herself from completely metamorphosing.

And then what would become of her if he changed his mind and left her?

For years, she'd prided herself on relying on no one. She was a tough career woman who didn't need or want a man in her life. But Logan had her rethinking everything she believed about herself.

Shutting out the chance to find love was the act of a coward. She'd thought she was so brave because she could face down a serial killer during an interview and help stop a dog-fighting operation, but the real truth was she was never in any real danger with the armed guards beside her and cameras filming live. It wasn't until she'd been confronted with watching a man die a violent death that she'd learned what it was to truly fear for her life.

Before Logan, the only real risk she'd ever taken was leaving her family behind and starting a new life all on her own. But fear kept her from reestablishing a relationship with them. Fear kept her from letting go during sex and being able to experience orgasm.

She was tired of being a coward.

Which was why she had readily agreed to do a Shibari suspension scene with Logan for one hundred strangers. Trusting him with her body was easy. It was the submission that terrified her. When he dominated her, he knocked down all the barriers she'd built to protect herself from the fear of losing control. It was in those moments her heart was vulnerable to him. But with each passing day, he'd managed to chip away the layers of concrete encasing it until only a small piece of the protection remained.

Tonight he might penetrate that last layer and own her heart completely. He would uncover the naïve little girl she had buried and forgotten when she'd become Rachel Dawson, the girl who had grown up believing a wife had no choice but to obey her husband. As terrified as that idea made her, it also filled her with hope that she may finally have met a man who wouldn't stifle her. Who would support her dreams and goals as if they were his own.

Wearing only jeans, Logan stood behind her, the hairs of his chest tickling her spine and his erection bumping against her lower back. His hands soothingly brushed up and down her arms. “Are you ready?”

He only meant to ask whether she was prepared for the scene, but to her, the question meant so much more.

She nodded and blew out a breath. “I am. I really am.”

He stepped away from her to pick up the hemp rope and a couple of other items, his whole demeanor changing from the playful man to the dominant one, a man who pushed her boundaries to the edge. He held himself differently and became someone taller, more formidable. He'd accept nothing less than complete and total submission from her.

It was a gift she wanted to give and wanted to continue to give for as long as he'd have her.

Earlier this evening, after dinner, he'd spoken at length about what would happen tonight during the scene, and they had gone over her limits. Because there was suspension involved, he wouldn't gag her, the ability to communicate too important during this complicated scene. He'd tie her in a Japanese bondage sideways suspension called
Yoko Tsuri
.

The control freak in her wanted to watch every single knot he made along her body, but to surrender more freely, she kept her eyes focused ahead of her, ignoring the people, including Sawyer, watching the bondage scene with great interest.

Logan planted a kiss on her shoulder as he unhooked her bra and exposed her breasts. Her nipples puckered, caressed by the air. His lips disappeared, replaced by the soft whisper of the rope along her spine. Then with shocking ease, he ripped away her panties, leaving her completely bare. “Grab your ankles.”

She shivered at his words, as well as the knowledge of what was to come. She bent forward and waited, the anticipation and the position making her light-headed. Cool liquid dripped between the cheeks of her butt, and then Logan began pushing a butt plug into her.

He'd promised it would not only help prepare her for being taken by two men, but also keep her on edge during the scene. She inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, relaxing her muscles to allow it in. The odd sensation of fullness was similar to his fingers, only the rigid plastic plug was less forgiving. He continued to push the plug into her, stretching her wide until finally seating it completely.

His hand smacked her ass, moving the plug inside her and sending a bolt of pleasure to her pussy. “Stand straight.”

Once she stood, Logan tugged her arms behind her, arching her spine and pushing out her chest as if proudly displaying her breasts to the world. Her wrists were bound to the small of her back. On instinct, she tried to move them, but the rope held her immobile.

Rather than panic, she smiled, her heart rate slowing upon the realization that, short of a safe word and the limits they had negotiated earlier, she no longer had any control on this stage. Her eyelids grew heavy, and a warmth settled into her limbs. His ropes continued to slide around her upper torso like a lover's embrace, creating the cocoon for her metamorphosis.

She breathed steadily as he went to work binding her body, her gaze raking over the busy beds across the club. Although public sex wasn't something she wanted to try, at least at this point, she appreciated the buffet of scenes laid out in front of her, especially the bed with a redheaded woman kneeling between two men, one with smooth dark skin and the other olive-toned, each a beautiful contrast against her alabaster skin.

Rachel's gaze homed in on the bliss on the woman's face and the sleepy arousal in her eyes that Rachel could see all the way from the stage. The realization that soon she could be that woman sent an excited chill coasting down her arms. As the threesome shifted on the bed, the faces of the men caught her attention.

Oz and Rowan.

She could tell this wasn't the first time they'd made love to a woman together, their bodies moving with certainty and precision as they positioned the redhead onto all fours, Rowan behind her and Oz in front. Rowan lined up his cock to her entrance and pushed himself into her fully, one hand holding the end of the woman's braid and the other gripping her hip. His thrusts drove the woman forward, each one propelling her mouth onto Oz's cock. Oz cradled the woman's face in his hands as if she was a treasure, a complete dichotomy to the brutal force Rowan used in fucking her.

After meeting Logan's friends, she would've never guessed quiet Rowan would take the lead in a ménage. In Tech Central, he hadn't appeared to have a dominant bone in his body, but the Rowan in Paradise Found was just as dominant as the man currently looping rope around her waist.

Logan crouched in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs. “Part your legs for me.”

A quick buzz hit her clit, jarring her and stealing her breath with its intensity. She looked down just as Logan pushed a silver egg-shaped vibrator into her pussy.

The vibrations weren't strong enough to propel her to climax, but they would certainly keep her primed and ready for whatever he had prepared for her later. The pulse in her neck beat to the frenzied rhythm of the music.

Rope wound around her thighs, and her attention flew back to Rowan, Oz, and the redhead. They had switched positions, the woman now on her side with one leg resting on Rowan's shoulder as he plowed into her relentlessly while Oz ate her pussy.

Rachel shuddered, realizing there was no way Oz could avoid Rowan's cock. Did that mean they were bi? Logan had said he personally wasn't, but he hadn't revealed his friends' sexual preferences other than they chose to share women.

Her own pussy clenched at the fantasy of these dominant men submitting to one another. What she wouldn't give to see Oz make use of his big mouth for sucking Rowan off.

Her legs shook as the first stirring of orgasm began and her wetness dripped down her thigh. She breathed through it, controlling her arousal. She'd promised Logan when they'd negotiated that she wouldn't come without his permission tonight, and she didn't want to disappoint him.

Logan's lips swept up her neck until he reached her ear. “Are you getting turned on by the scene or by watching my friends fuck that woman?”

She gasped, wondering how he knew. While the ropes along with the plug and vibrator got her hot, she had to admit it was the visual that was pushing her toward climax. Would he be upset if he learned the truth?

She looked him in the eyes. “Both.”

A smug grin crossed his face. “Thank you for being honest with me, Tiger. Because now I can be honest with you. I set it up tonight because I wanted you to witness what it will be like for you when you're in between me and one of my friends. Check out that woman's face. See the ecstasy on it? That's what I want to see on your face if or when you're ready.”

He tangled his fingers into her hair and pulled her neck back. “I'm going to suspend you from the ceiling now so that you and that woman will both be on your sides, facing one another. Do you need me to adjust any of the ropes? Any tingling or buzzing in your extremities?”

“No buzzing except for the ones inside my pussy, Soldier Boy.”

“Then hold on because you're about to go on a ride,” he said gruffly.

Her feet suddenly left the ground, and she was tipped on her side facing the clapping audience. Her eyes searched out the redhead as Logan bent forward and affixed his talented mouth to her clit, swaying her back and forth and side to side. She wanted to squirm away, the sensation like a match lighting her pussy on fire. Her inner walls fluttered, her body shaking uncontrollably. Between the fullness in her ass, the vibration in her pussy, his tongue lapping at her clit, the rope pressing on her skin, and the sight of Rowan and Oz coming on the redhead's skin, rope after rope of their ejaculate mixing together, she couldn't hold back her climax for long.

The room spun around and around.

“Please,” she begged, too far gone to say the words. She threw her head back, Logan's name echoing in her mind over and over.

He lifted his mouth away from her pussy long enough to give his permission. “Come for me, Rachel. Let go.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth and she detonated, spasms not only racking her pussy, but her entire body as heat consumed her.

Shaking from the aftershocks, she would've sagged in exhaustion if the rope wasn't holding her in place. She closed her eyes as Logan lowered her to the floor and began the process of removing ropes and toys from her body. Before long, she was back in the air, this time in Logan's arms as he carried her off the stage and out of the club.

She sighed and snuggled into his chest. “Where are we going? I thought I was going to get to use my mouth on you.”

He unlocked their hotel room door and strode inside.

Logan tossed her down onto the bed, her backside bouncing off the soft mattress, and he climbed over her, pinning her arms over her head. He ripped off his mask then hers. “I changed my mind. I want to make love to you without any ropes. Without an audience. Without any embellishments. Just you and me. My cock. Your pussy. Are you on birth control?”