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Authors: Desiree Holt
“You know, it was really strange. None of us felt uncomfortable. After that we just sort of fell into a routine that satisfied all of us.” He grinned. “
Really
satisfied us.
“How did that go over with your friends?”
Tucker shrugged. “Strangely enough, everyone was so into their own thing, no one paid much attention. But after graduation Justin and I talked to her—her name was Holly—about what we were going to do and where we’d do it. She made us feel we were the next best ting to sliced bread and the answer to her dreams. We, of course, wanted to come back here. With her.”
“What did she say?” Reece asked.
“Not what we wanted, that was for damn sure. She shocked the hell out of us. I was already half in love with her and Justin was all the way in. Just fell like a ton of bricks. He had dreams of the three of us building our future together.” Tucker raked his fingers through his hair. “Sure wish I’d seen that coming, but you know what they say. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.”
“So what happened?” Reece asked.
“To our very unpleasant surprise, Holly told us love wasn’t in her plan. At least not then. She’d just been playing with us, enjoying the sex and telling us what she thought we wanted to hear. For her it was just a little fling, but she was over it. Besides, she’d decided neither Justin nor I were good bets for the long run. I managed to deal with it, but Justin…” He shook his head. “He was a long time getting over it. He’s a deep one, as you know, and I’m not sure he’s gotten past it yet.”
Tucker continued to study the man opposite him, gauging his reaction. Something that would indicate the way Reece was thinking.
“Ouch,” Reece commented finally. “Still, that was a long time ago, and you guys were a lot younger.”
Tucker nodded. “Yeah. And a lot stupider. But it’s been rough for us sexually since then.”
“Don’t tell me you guys have gone without sex all this time. Now
that’s
something that would definitely shock me.”
“Lord, no. But single dating when we really want to share just doesn’t cut it and it’s not like we can put an ad in the paper here. It’s been…difficult.”
“I can believe that.” Reece leaned forward, set down his cup, and added a little more whiskey to it. “Let’s get something out of the way first, Tuck. You might be shocked to find out that I don’t see anything strange about your…sexual preferences, and—”
“You don’t?” Tucker’s eyebrows flew up. It appeared his instincts about Reece had been right all along.
“No. As a matter of fact, you’d be surprised at what actually goes on in our tight little community here.”
“Like what?”
“There happen to be other people in our neighborhood who prefer an alternative lifestyle and can still satisfy themselves out of the local public eye.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“Not a bit.” He rubbed his jaw. “Let me tell you a little story.”
By the time, Reece had finished relating the details about himself and Katie, Tucker wondered if he’d landed in an alternate universe. Not only did the Hallidays’ lifestyle astound him, but the existence of Rawhide…well, what a well-kept secret
that
was.
“It’s extremely private, Tuck. I mean
very.
And members pay for that. All of them are thoroughly vetted, and everything is properly monitored. For some members,” Reece went on, “club play is all they want. Others, like you and Justin, are looking for more long term. And we do our best to provide it. You’d be surprised at the familiar faces you’ll see there, if you decide to come as a guest one night.”
“So.” Tucker fiddled with a pen on his desk. “You’re saying my brother and I don’t have to hit clubs all over the country or expose ourselves at public munches to hook up with a woman who is, say, like-minded?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. But I think it would help to know what you guys are really looking for. Something occasional? Rotating combinations? Something more permanent?”
Tucker shrugged and finished off his drink. “We want what everyone else has, Reece. To be settled with someone we both love, who loves both of us, and who’ll make a family with us. But you know what this community is like.”
“Yes, all too well. But there are some of us who’ve made our own private social group that interacts really well. I’m not saying that if you and Justin meet the right person it wouldn’t take a strong backbone to make it work here. But you’d have lots of help and support. If that’s what you want, we can help you make it work.”
“That would sure be great.”
“Meanwhile, let’s get you guys a guest membership and see what develops.” Reece rose, lifted his hat, and resettled it on his head. “You talk it over with Justin when he gets back. If you guys are interested, give me a call and we’ll set up a visit.”
The two men shook hands, and Tucker walked Reece out to his truck. After his friend had driven away, he leaned against the fence rail for a long time staring at nothing, his mind revving like a jet engine. He had plenty to discuss with his brother now, including the fact that Justin needed to leave the past behind once and for all.
If he could get him to Reece’s club for one night, maybe they could move on from there.
Chapter Two
“Are you going to fill out the damn papers or what?”
Justin looked up at his brother and frowned. Tucker’s impatience was beginning to irritate him. Joining the private bondage club was not a step to be taken lightly. Just because they were sitting at a table in the office of Clint Chavez, Reece’s partner, didn’t mean he was going to rush into something.
“I want to make sure this is right for us,” he said. “I don’t jump into things with both feet the way you do.”
“You don’t even jump in with one foot,” Tucker complained. “We talked and talked about this at home until we discussed it to death. I thought we were in agreement on this.”
Clint rose from the table. “I think I’ll just check on what’s happening out in the club and let you guys figure out what you want to do.”
“We
know
what we want to do,” Tucker insisted.
“Thanks, Clint,” Justin said, ignoring his brother. “Just give us a few minutes, okay?”
When the door closed after him, Justin put the pen down and gave his brother a dark look. “Just listen to me, okay?”
Tucker shoved his chair back and stretched out his legs, hands shoved in his pockets. “Seems like all I do is listen to you these days.”
Justin bit back the retort that bubbled up to his lips. “I just want to make sure this isn’t a mistake. I want you to be prepared for disappointment. Just in case.”
“Is it me you’re worried about or yourself?” Tucker demanded. “Are you afraid you keep that wall up around you so high that we’ll never get a woman to agree to let us share her? To create a permanent relationship?”
“That’s bullshit.” But Justin had a sinking feeling Tucker might be right. Was he going to let the past screw up the future for both of them?
“No it isn’t.” Tucker sat up and leaned forward. “Get your head out of your ass for once. Any woman we might be interested in will take one look at the scowl on your face or maybe get chilled by that idea falling off your body and that will be the end of it. If you can’t make an effort here we might as well go home.”
Justin swallowed his quick retort. He hated to admit it but Tucker was right. And he didn’t want to ruin things for his brother. Ultimately they both wanted the same thing—a woman they could share who would want the ménage relationship and maybe—just possibly—they could fall in love with each other. But they had to take that first step.
And he certainly wanted sex as much as Tucker did.
Silently he picked up the pen and signed the membership form.
“All right!” Tucker slapped his hands together. “Let’s get to it, then.”
****
Angel Cruz smiled at the man checking people at the door of Rawhide and headed toward the main lounge. After six months, she was a familiar member. Recognized both by the dungeon masters and many of the members, she felt more and more comfortable with each visit. And she’d certainly met some interesting and provocative men.
Starting in a new club was always tricky. Learning who went for threesomes. Which men had already established signals with others and were trolling either separately or together. Who was compatible and who wasn’t. What extremes each of them required and how they could satisfy her appetite. Over the years, she’d learned the routine well enough, figured out who to move away from after a few minutes and who would be worth pursuing or being available to.
But lately, the nights of heated erotic passion without an emotional connection didn’t seem to quite do it for her. Not that she didn’t enjoy it. It just seemed to her something was…missing. Although just barely thirty-three, Angel had established herself as a top litigator in her firm and was on the fast track to partner. To the extreme jealousy of associates who had been there longer than she had. Her career was solid. But it wasn’t much to curl up with at night when what she really wanted was two pairs of strong arms around her.
Permanently.
What if she was lucky enough to find the two right men? And all of them agreed to make it permanent? No way could she keep it secret, and she worried about the fallout and its effect on her career. She hadn’t the faintest idea how she’d manage it. She just knew she was ready for more than she had and, if she’d found what she was looking for, she would somehow find a way to make it work.
Once before she thought she’d found it. Her pussy still creamed when she remembered the intense emotional connection the three of them shared as well as the incredible erotic sex. But they’d eventually decided they weren’t ready for permanence. Or at least the men had.
“We’re just not ready to settle into forever,” they’d told her on their last night together. “We love you, sweet Angel, but—”
“It’s okay,” she’d told them. What else was she supposed to say?
The parting had been poignant because they’d also become good friends as well as exciting lovers. Although she’d picked up the tattered shreds of her soul and put on a brave front, it took Angel a long time to get over the breakup. Only by filling her nights at private clubs with mindless encounters had she been able to get past the emotional pain.
Finally, after a lot of soul searching, she had to admit to herself that she was more than ready to continue her journey. To find the right combination of two men already completely in tune with each other who were into no holds barred sex and looking for a long-term commitment.
Tonight, after several months of one-night play with a variety of partners, she was again wearing what she liked to call her hunting clothes—a very short skirt and tight vest made of the softest buckskin, her long raven black hair tied back with a decorated buckskin thong, and intricately-designed buckskin boots. No bra and no panties. Not even a thong.
She was primed and ready for action.
Although it was a Monday night, the main lounge was surprisingly full, especially so for a weeknight. The air was filled with the muted hum of conversation and the soft clink of ice cubes against fine crystal tumblers. Nearly every seat was taken, so Angel just stood slightly to the side, scanning the area, looking to see if there was someone she might be drawn to.
She nodded and smiled at some of the members she knew, exchanged wicked grins with a few of her previous partners, but in some way, she felt disconnected from the scene tonight. As if she’d shown up at the wrong party. Maybe she’d just have a drink and head home.
“I have some guests tonight I think you might find interesting.” The heavy male voice beside her startled her.
Angel turned to see Clint Chavez, the club’s managing partner.
“Your middle name should be stealth,” she teased.
“The sign of a good manager,” he grinned. “Lets me get a good handle on what’s happening without disturbing our guests.” He touched her elbow and nodded toward a couch at the far end of the lounge. “Prime merchandise tonight, Angel. Brand new. And I think they may be what you’re looking for.”
Angel followed his glance and every bit of liquid in her mouth dried up and shot immediately to her cunt. A bolt of electricity jolted through her body and the very core of her that she’d worked so hard to protect began doing a happy dance.
Oh. My. God.
Lounged carelessly on a couch across the room in their seats were two men hot enough to make any woman crazy. Tall, with lean muscular builds and long legs, both dressed in casual slacks and soft linen collared shirts. One was as dark as midnight with hair almost as black as hers. Dark eyebrows and lashes accented a brooding face. The other was the opposite side of the coin, sun-streaked blond hair curling neatly to the collar of his shirt. His mouth was quirked up in a smile, and his face had mischief written all over it.
Except for their coloring and expressions, they were mirror images of each other.
Sometimes you connected with someone on a most elemental level. Other times on a more complex, emotional one. But rarely did the physical and emotional slam at you with such force that you knew this was something very, very special. One look. That’s all it took. Just that one look. Her entire body clenched with the force of the impact.