One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (4 page)

Caitlyn cringed. When Caitlyn had married
Charles, Gladys had been a year younger than Caitlyn was now. That
made Caitlyn
really
old. She wondered if the poor girl he’d
seduced was as proud of stealing him away as Caitlyn had been when
she’d been in the same position. Had his little co-ed been a
virgin? Had Charles told her she made him feel alive and that his
dried up old wife had lost her spark? Caitlyn had been referring to
Charles’s latest ego-booster as “that little tramp” for months.
Caitlyn needed to direct all her anger at the truly guilty party.
Charles Theodore Mattock, you’re a fucking, lecherous
bastard.

“So you seduced a married man? I guess you’re
not as sweet as you look in that sexy white lace.” Owen winked at
her.

“Well, no. I didn’t realize he was married at
the time. And for the record,
he
seduced me.”

“Perhaps he could offer me a few
pointers.”

“You’re doing fine so far.” He smiled again,
and her heart flopped down into the pit of her stomach.

“Would you like a drink?”

She was a
tad
overheated but said, “I
think I’d better keep my wits about me.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

“I’m not going to send you away if that’s
what you’re worried about. I came here to get laid, just like
everyone else.”

His eyes widened, and he laughed. “I guess
that is why everyone is here, and everyone knows that’s why we’re
all here, but we don’t really discuss it. It’s more fun to pretend
there’s a challenge.”

She felt like a fool because she didn’t know
the rules. Didn’t know the rules because she’d never played the
game. “Oh. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I’m not offended. Just a little surprised by
your straightforwardness.”

“Why?” No one she knew was surprised by it,
but then she wasn’t exactly dressed for her usual role as CEO and
head engineer of Starpower Industries.
There
she was
unequivocally confident and master of her domain.
Here
she
was nervous, out of place, and utterly attracted to this guy. Maybe
he didn’t like strong women? She hoped she didn’t intimidate him.
Perhaps she should pretend to be meek, timid, and afraid, because
she was feeling all those things at the moment and it rattled her
to her core.

Owen stared at her for a long moment and just
when she thought he was going to get up and leave her, he said,
“Would you like to meet my friend Kellen? He’s over in the corner
booth waiting for me.”

Caitlyn looked in the direction Owen
indicated with a nod of his head. She could see silky black hair on
the crown of Kellen’s head, but the rest of him was concealed by
the high-backed booths. Caitlyn immediately realized what this was
about. The good-looking one, Owen, captured unsuspecting women for
his homely friend Kellen. It explained perfectly why he was coming
on to her in the first place. Wouldn’t they be surprised when she
turned the tables on them and rejected them both? She didn’t like
to be taken for a fool.

“Sure.”

Owen rose from his seat, and she couldn’t
help but notice the hard cut of his body and how his perfectly
pressed shirt clung to his shoulders and chest. How it tapered down
to be tucked into a pair of well-made slacks that accentuated his
narrow hips. A leather belt drew her attention to his trim waist.
She’d seen pictures of guys built like this, but wasn’t sure if
she’d ever encountered one in real life. It took her a moment to
realize he was holding his hand out in her direction. She slid her
palm into his, finding it warm, strong and, apart from the calluses
on his fingertips, smooth. She couldn’t help but wonder what those
fingers would feel like against her skin.

She slipped from her chair and stood on the
spindly high heels she’d purchased at the club’s basement shop.
They were white patent leather and made her pretty white negligée
seem a little less innocent. She’d chosen the piece of lace
lingerie because they wouldn’t let her in the club wearing her
tweed and denim and it was the least trashy of the items they
offered. Plus, the short teddy came with a thigh-length gauzy robe
which, though transparent, gave her the illusion that she wasn’t
showing so much bare skin to strangers. She wondered why the one
man she wanted to see naked had been allowed to bypass the
no-street-clothes rule. Owen was dressed all in black, except he
was barefoot. Every other person in the room was at least partially
undressed, and a few were entirely naked.

Clutching her transparent robe at the waist,
she took a hesitant step. While she didn’t wear heels in the lab,
she wore them in the boardroom, but she’d never worn a pair four
inches high until tonight. She was so busy concentrating on not
breaking her neck that she didn’t realize Owen had stopped until
his hand touched her arm. She froze in midstep and looked at him in
question. What had she done wrong this time? She was so not used to
this scene.

Owen’s eyes raked down her body. “Mmm. You
must realize I asked you to stand so I could get a better look at
you,” he said.

Anywhere else in the world, she’d have been
pissed by his blatant come-on and told him to go fuck himself, but
here, she was expecting it. In a strange way, hoping for it. She
was going to let this happen tonight. Tonight, but probably never
again.

“And?”

“Even better than I’d fantasized. Stunning.
Now walk that way so I can check out your ass without you
noticing.” He winked at her, and she burst out laughing.

“You’re bad,” she said.

“You have no idea.” The devilish grin left
his face and his expression warmed, leaving him looking sweet and
gentle. “I can be good, if that turns you on. What turns you on,
Caitlyn?”

“You,” she blurted, and heat rose up her
cheeks. She couldn’t believe she’d actually said that, even if it
was true.

“Then I’ll improvise,” he said.

He placed a hand on the small of her back to
urge her toward the booth where his homely friend was waiting to
make his move after Mr. Smooth Operator took his leave. Caitlyn
focused on keeping her ankles from twisting as she stalked in that
direction. It was impossible for her to walk in heels without
taking confident steps. She forced herself not to look behind her
to see if Owen really was checking out her ass. She hoped he
enjoyed the view. The white thong she wore couldn’t be hidden, even
with the gauzy robe in place.

She paused at the table, eyes going wide when
Owen’s presumably ugly friend looked up from his beer. Kellen was
on par with his gorgeous friend, even though they looked nothing
alike. Where Owen had blue eyes, dirty-blond hair, and even
features, Kellen was rugged and dark. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark
mood. He was shirtless, which allowed her to scan the tattoos that
decorated the hard muscles of his broad chest. His black hair was
straight and just long enough to brush his collarbones. He looked
untamed, like a Plains warrior. She could easily picture him
astride a Paint Horse, hair flying out behind him as he aimed his
bow at some animal he hunted. This guy was ruthless and hard. At
least that was her impression until he smiled and his features
softened. Her heart thudded so hard, she thought it might explode
in her chest. Okay, if these two planned a bait and switch, she
wouldn’t mind at all. Her goal to have sex with a hot, young
stranger would be fulfilled by either of them.

“Is Owen making an ass out of himself again?”
Kellen asked as his gaze shifted above her shoulder to his
friend.

“Can’t help it,” Owen said. “I had to corral
her before some other jerk found enough confidence to approach
her.”

He moved close behind her, and she was
promptly engulfed by his warmth. An instant later she caught the
scent of his clean-smelling aftershave. Her eyelids fluttered.

“Would you like to sit?” Kellen asked
her.

Yeah, on Owen’s naked lap. Or yours. Yours
would work.
Because now she didn’t feel the need to screw
every
man in the club to help her get over her ex. Just one.
Or maybe two.

“You’d better do it soon,” Owen whispered
close to her ear, “or I’m going to bend you over that table and
break the club’s no-penetration-in-the-lounge rule.”

She gasped, her nether regions clenching with
a surge of lust. So those parts were still functional. She had been
starting to worry.

Kellen chuckled and shook his head. “Easy,
stud. Do you even know her name?”

“Caitlyn,” Owen said.

“Sit, Caitlyn,” Kellen said, “before he whips
out his dick and gets himself kicked out of here.”

Caitlyn sat and crossed her legs. She
wriggled slightly to give the unbearably swollen and achy flesh
between her thighs some relief. No good. She’d never had anyone say
such things to her in her life. She wasn’t sure why it was such a
turn-on. Thanks to Owen’s outlandish behavior and her response to
it, she had no doubt that she could have sex with a stranger. She
might regret it in the morning, but she wouldn’t tonight. Tonight
she was tossing propriety aside and giving herself permission to
get as dirty as she wanted.

Owen sat beside her and she scooted around
the semi-circular, fairly private booth to give him more room. He
moved closer so that their hips touched, and she scooted a bit
more. He placed a hand on her knee and moved up against her again.
That’s when she realized he wanted to be touching her. She smiled
and relaxed as much as she could. It was a challenge to remain calm
with the profusion of butterflies fluttering about in her
belly.

“So, Caitlyn,” Kellen said, “what brings you
to a place like this?”

“Curiosity.”

“You’re sure it wasn’t horniness?” Owen
asked. “Because I was really hoping for horniness.”

She laughed. “Well, a little,” she
admitted.

Owen’s fingers slid along the side of her
knee, and her pussy gave an attention-shattering throb of need.
Okay, so he was making horniness her prime focus.

“Do you guys do this often?” Caitlyn
asked.

“This is our first time here,” Owen said.

Kellen chuckled. “I guess that’s true, but
yeah, we do this often. Tony has clubs like this all across the
U.S. We’ve been to most of them. How do you know Tony? Entry into
his clubs is by invitation only. Keeps him out of jail.”

“I don’t know him personally,” Caitlyn said.
“My best friend’s husband knows him.”

“I see. So is it what you expected? Are you
enjoying yourself?” Kellen asked.

“Truth be told, I’m terrified,” she
admitted.

“Of me?” Owen asked, giving her a sad little
smile that made her laugh.

“No, but I probably should be.”

“He’s harmless,” Kellen said. “Mostly.”

“How long have you two been friends?” Caitlyn
asked.

“A long time,” Kellen said.

“No personal questions,” Owen said.

Caitlyn turned her head to look at him in
surprise. “None?”

“That’s how anonymous sex works; it’s
anonymous. That’s what you had in mind, isn’t it? Hot, dirty,
walk-bowlegged-for-the-next-two-days, anonymous sex?”

“Of course.” She didn’t point out that by
exchanging names this wouldn’t be entirely anonymous. Unless Owen
wasn’t his real name. Should she have used a fake name? She
probably should have. Crap! She really was a novice at this.

Owen’s arm moved to rest behind her. His
fingers brushed her cover-up from her shoulder and toyed with the
satin strap of her negligee. In response to Owen’s gentle touch,
Caitlyn’s nipples hardened. She wasn’t the only one who noticed.
Eyes riveted to her chest, Kellen sucked in a sharp breath. Caitlyn
squirmed at the sight of Kellen biting his lip as if in pain. Owen
stroked her arm with the back of his hand, drawing the sleeve of
her robe lower and bringing goose bumps to the surface of her
skin.

“Don’t you miss this, Kelly?” Owen’s nose
brushed against her ear, and his warm breath bathed the side of her
neck. “Touching a woman.”

Caitlyn shivered.

Owen’s lips brushed her skin just beneath her
ear. When his soft, wet tongue flicked out to delight her throat,
her eyelids fluttered and her mouth dropped open.

“Tasting a woman.”

“Don’t torment me, Owen,” Kellen said. “I’m
not in the fucking mood tonight.”

“She’d look beautiful restrained. Wouldn’t
she? Ropes pressing into her supple flesh.” Owen nibbled her
earlobe and whispered, “Would you let us tie you up, Caitlyn?”

“
Both
of you?” Caitlyn sputtered.
Okay, now she understood why Owen had brought her here—so they
could do wicked things to her. Things she was not okay with. Make
her helpless. Their victim. The thought both thrilled her and
scared her. Fear won over in the end. There was no way she would
agree to being restrained while two strangers did any perverted
thing that occurred to them. “I’d rather tie
you
up,” she
said.

Kellen chuckled. “I think that’s a great
idea. Good call, Caitlyn. I’ll help.”

“I’m game for anything you want to try,” Owen
said.

Caitlyn hesitated before turning her head to
look at him. “
Anything
?”

“Yes, anything,” Owen said. “Do you have a
dirty fantasy, Caitlyn? Something you’ve always wanted to do but
never dared?”

“I have plenty of fantasies,” she said. “I
really would like to tie you up. Dare to do things to you.”

“What kinds of things?”

She tried to think of the most outlandish
sexual act she could imagine, wanting to call him on his bluff. She
was pretty sure he was full of it and saying things he didn’t mean
just for effect. True, her kink-o-meter was fairly mild, but he
didn’t know that. He had to be as scared as she was by the idea of
being rendered helpless and at the mercy of a stranger. Caitlyn
imagined him tied to a bed, his cock rigid and proud. She could
touch him any way she liked. Kiss every inch of him. Suck him. Ride
him. Torment him. Tease him. Delay his gratification until he
begged. But that didn’t seem really all that outlandish. What man
wouldn’t agree to that? At least for a while. Then she pictured him
tied face down, on his knees, ass exposed to the air, and a that
naughty devil she kept buried inside her subconscious spread a slow
grin across her face.