I tell her about Spike and me, and how we’ve finally broken the ice. We laugh, we get serious, and we have a fantastic time.
After lunch, and then head down to the beach and sit on the sand, rubbing our toes in it, and staring out at the ocean. I wonder, while we’re sitting there, if she knows anything that’s going down between the clubs.
“Do you know what they’re up to?” I ask.
She turns to me, pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes. “Who?”
“The clubs.”
She shakes her head. “No, they don’t discuss it with us. I’ve picked up a few things from hearing Cade on the phone, though.”
“And...” I prompt.
“Ciara, I love you honey, but I think they’re keeping it from you for a reason.”
I cross my arms and give her a look. “Addison, don’t make me hurt you.”
She laughs. “Seriously, I think they’re trying to protect you.”
I feel my heart begin to pound. What if something happens to Spike? Or Cade? Whatever they’re doing must be dangerous, or they wouldn’t be hiding it. Addi notices my expression and reaches out, gripping my arm. “They’re going to be fine. They know what they’re doing.”
“Don’t you worry?” I say.
“Every second of every day, but I wanted to be with Cade, and with Cade comes his lifestyle. I can probably deal with it a little easier because I’ve had a hard life. I know how scary it is for you, with them jumping back in with the man who killed your sister, but they know what they’re doing and they won’t get hurt.”
“What?” I breathe.
Her eyes widen and she slaps her hand over her mouth.
“Addison, tell me what you know, now!” I cry. My body shakes.
“Ciara, I didn’t mean to say that. Please, it’s nothing to worry about.”
“It’s nothing to worry about?” I cry, leaping to my feet. “He shot my sister in the head, in the middle of a highway. What makes you think he won’t do it to Spike just as easily?”
“Spike won’t let himself get in that kind of situation again.”
“Yes, he will. Going there at all is dangerous.”
“I don’t even know if they are going there, I just overheard...God, I’m going to get killed. I can’t believe I slipped up.”
“They’re hiding it, because they know I won’t agree.”
“They’re hiding it because they’re trying to protect you, honey.”
I shake my head. “I don’t need protecting.”
“Yeah, you do. Spike isn’t about to lose someone he loves again. He’s not going to let you get close to this.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about,” I sigh, sitting back down. “It’s him. If I lose him...after all this...”
“Spike isn’t going to get hurt, he’s got some serious backup.”
I nod, swallowing. Her words don’t ease the fear quickly building inside of me. Part of me knew Spike was eventually going to go after the guy who killed Cheyenne, but part of me also hoped he would let it go. I don’t blame him for wanting vengeance, anyone would, but the man is dangerous and clearly insane. He doesn’t sound like the kind of person anyone should be messing with.
I put my head in my hands, knowing I have to shut my mouth about this. If I go to Spike, guns blazing, he’s going to pull away from me. I have to keep what I know under wraps, and then maybe I can figure out if there’s a way I can help him.
“Yeah, I know he does,” I finally say to Addi. “It’s okay. Please don’t tell him we had this conversation. He doesn’t need extra stress.”
Addi actually looks relieved by this. “I am not saying a word.”
“Thanks, Addi.”
“It’ll be ok, honey,” she says, patting my hand.
I hope so.
I truly do.
Because, if I lose him again, that’s it for me.
There’s no coming back a second time.
“W
here are we going?” Ciara asks, tightening her grip on my hand.
“You’ll see,” I say, as we walk down the main street.
I’m taking a big risk, taking her where I’m about to. It’ll either go great for me, or it’ll ruin any chance I have with her. From what I’ve seen, the interest is there.
We stop at the start of a large, dark alleyway. I tug her down it, and she hesitates. “It’s okay, Tom Cat, I know where I’m going.”
“Are you sure?” she whispers.
“Sure, baby, come on.”
I walk her down until we find the large, wooden door. I grip the handle and fling it open.
The first thing that greets us is the pounding music. Ciara tilts her head, peering into the massive club we step into. Her eyes widen, and I know why. I turn to her, gauging her reaction. Her cheeks are pink, and her lips are parted slightly. Yeah, she fuckin’ loves it.
I walk through the crowd of people, pulling her with me. She hasn’t said a word; I think she’s in shock. We go through a few doors and I lead her up some stairs until we reach a massive line up of rooms. Bill, an old friend, is standing by the doors.
“Spike, buddy, it’s been a long time.”
I extend my hand. “Bill, how you been?”
“Good, haven’t seen you around here in a while.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Busy.”
“You want a room?”
“Yeah, what you got?”
“Oral, anal, normal.”
“Normal. It’s her first time.”
Ciara makes an odd sound, and her eyes get even wider. I know what she’s thinking. She thinks it’s a sex club. Downstairs is, technically. People just meet, fuck, drink, fuck, and so on. Upstairs, though, is different. It’s for the kinkier minded. Ciara is about to see why.
Bill walks to the second door and he flings it open, extending his hand and ushering us inside. “Enjoy!”
We step into the room, and he closes the door behind us. I lock it, and turn to Ciara. She’s looking around the massive, maroon room. Her shoulders drop, and she seems to relax a little, but she hasn’t seen the best of it yet. I take her chin, turning her face until she’s looking up at me. “I’m trustin’ my instincts here, ‘cause I am pretty sure you’ll like what’s behind that curtain, but if you don’t, you tell me, yeah?”
“What is this place?” she asks.
“It’s a sex club. It’s mostly secret, and it’s mostly illegal. Owner is in with the cops, and so they stay open. Downstairs is for regulars; they come in, they drink, they fuck, and they leave. Up here is only for a few VIP customers. I’m one of them. I used to come here a lot. You know I have fetishes, Tom Cat, and I think you have the same ones. We’re about to find out.”
She looks confused, so I turn and walk over the large black curtain covering one wall. I grip the golden tie, and I pull it back.
She takes a few steps backwards, and her cheeks flush a deep red. Her fingers flex, and she looks like she’s about to have a panic attack. I’m about to close the curtain, but I can see her expression change slowly, and now it’s one of lust. She can’t move her eyes away, she’s watching, and she’s transfixed. I turn, and let my eyes settle on the picture before us.
Behind a large square of one-sided glass is a couple. They’re in another room, and while we can see them, they can’t see us, but they know we’re here. That’s the point. They do it because it gets them off, and we do it because it gets us off.
Right now, the two of them are fucking, doggy-style, on the end of the bed. The blonde male is driving his cock in and out of the dark-haired woman’s pussy, one hand tangled in her hair, the other slapping her ass until it flushes pink.
“W-w-w-what...” Ciara starts, but she can’t say anymore.
I walk over to her, gripping her hand and leading her closer. She steps up to the glass, and she reaches out, putting her fingers to it. “Can they see us?”
“No, babe.”
“Do they know we’re here?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“Why?” she whispers.
“People have fetishes, Tom Cat. Theirs is knowing they’re being watched...ours...is watching.”
She shudders, and presses her face closer to the glass. Taking the opportunity, I press myself up against her back. She trembles, and I run my fingers up her arms, gripping her wrists and raising them above her head. I press her hands flat against the glass, and then run my fingers slowly down her arms until I reach her breasts. I cup them through her top, gently kneading. She tries to hold back the whimper, but it comes out anyway. She’s fighting instinct. She knows she likes it, but she’s embarrassed that she does.
“You like it baby,” I rasp into her ear. “You like watching them fuck just as much as I do. I saw it the other night, I fuckin’ felt it. You can deny it, but I can see the way your body responds.”
“It’s so wrong,” she breathes.
“Ain’t wrong when they want it.”
“I feel dirty.”
“And yet you’re not, you’re so fuckin’ sexy.”
“You...you...come here a lot?”
“Used to.”
“Spike, I don’t...I don’t...I don’t want to like this.”
“But baby, you do.”
I cup her breast again, and she makes a strangled groaning sound. I lean down, sliding my mouth over her earlobe. “You like watching his cock driving in and out of her wet pussy.”
She shudders. “God...”
“You’re goin’ to come so hard when I touch you. I can feel your nipples hard against my hand. If I put my fingers in your pussy right now, you’d be coming around me in seconds.”
“Spike,” she whimpers. “I don’t...”
“You want me to stop, baby, you say the word. You say the word, and I’ll turn us around and walk out of this club. It’s your call.”
I slide my hand down her belly until I reach her pelvis. I press in a little, and she mewls. Fuck.
Yeah.
Her body falls back into mine, and that tells me she wants more, so much more. I run my hands down lower, and dip them into her pants.
She whimpers, and her entire body stiffens. She fuckin’ wants it. Every second of it. I slide the tips of my fingers into her panties, and into her wet, sweet folds. She’s damp, and fuck, I want to drive so deep inside her right now. She makes a strangled, gasping sound when I find her clit and begin flicking it. She loves it when I flick it. She’s got a thing for pain when being given pleasure. Little minx.
“Spike, I...oh god...”
Yeah, that’s what I want; her whimpering my name, unable to take her eyes off the couple in front of us. I flick her clit again, and she cries out, shuddering hard. Fuck. Just fuck. She’s coming already, and we’ve just gotten started. She flattens her hands on the glass in front of us, and cries out over and over as her body shakes. I slide a finger insider her, feeling her clenching and pulling around it. Her long blonde hair falls out of its clip, tumbling down her back. I reach one hand up and tangle it through those thick, gorgeous locks and I tug gently. She trembles violently, her body going far and beyond normal release.
“That’s just the beginning, baby.”
She whimpers again.
I smile.
This should be a fuckin’ great night.
M
y body is shaking so hard it feels like I’m having a fit. I’m ashamed of myself for coming so hard, so quickly. Spike is behind me, his big body pressed against mine, his warm lips on my neck, his finger deep inside my pussy. The couple through the glass are fucking so hard, the woman’s breasts are bouncing and she’s screaming loudly.
I feel my body jerk to life again. I want more. I want him to fuck me, hard against this glass. Then I want him to do it again. I’m so aroused, and part of me feels so incredibly dirty for it, yet the other part is screaming for more. I can’t turn my eyes away. I don’t know if I even want to.
“Taste how much you fuckin’ love it,” Spike growls behind me, sliding his finger from my heat and bringing it to my lips.
I suck, he hisses, and we both press harder against the glass. I can feel his throbbing erection on my back, and I’m getting desperate—I want it again.
Spike slips his finger from my mouth and spins me around, pulling me to him and crushing his lips down over mine. We kiss like it’s the last kiss we’ll ever have, and fuck, it’s amazing. Our tongues tangle, our hands grab and pull, our bodies press together desperately. We’re in a frenzy, a desperate need-to-fuck-now frenzy.
Spike grips my hair and tugs my head back. Our eyes lock and I can see the ferocity behind his expression. He wants me, and hell, he wants me bad.
Slowly he begins sliding down my body, I shiver, knowing what he’s going to do, and I want it more than I want his cock right now. When he’s on his knees in front of me, he looks up. Fuck, Spike on his knees, looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes, is doing magical things to my body. I reach down, tangle my fingers in his hair, and tug gently. He growls. Spike likes it when I’m rough; he likes it as much as I like it.
I bite my lip, and he makes a rumbling sound. I want to step out of my comfort zone right now, but I’m nervous that he won’t like it. Swallowing, and taking a deep breath, I rasp, “Put your mouth on me, Danny.”
He groans, and his eyes flare with need. “Baby, fuck, tell me how you want it. Tell me in detail, make me fuckin’ see it, feel it,
want
it...”
In a husky voice, I growl, “Put your mouth on my pussy, Danny, and suck. I want you to suck my clit until I’m screaming. I want you to put your fingers inside me, and fuck me so hard I can’t stand. I want you all over me.”
“Baby,” he rasps. “Fuck.”
“Now, Danny,” I breathe.
His eyes flare with lust, and he has me naked in seconds. When my clothes are tossed aside he grips my ankle, lifting it and putting my foot on his shoulder. Then his mouth is sliding up the inside of my thigh. I tremble, pushing my hips forward and tugging his hair harder. He hisses, and nips my thigh. I groan, god, I’m sick, but that felt fucking amazing. “Do it again, god, bite me again, Spike.”
“Danny,” he rasps, and then bites my thigh, hard.
I cry out, and throw my head up, letting my eyes settle on the couple on the bed. They are now in the middle of oral sex. The man has his mouth buried deep in the woman’s pussy, and she’s sucking his dick, hard. I mewl, and Spike keeps climbing higher up my thigh. He snakes his tongue out, tasting me, just touching my swollen flesh. I groan, and jerk my hips again, wanting more. God, I want him to take me hard, in any way he possibly can, and as filthy as he wants. He slides his tongue up my flesh once more, and I growl loudly, like a rabid animal.