Page 23 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

MY NEEDS ARE BEING MET

CAM

When I arrive for my shift on Sunday morning, Christian greets me in the car park with a nod and a takeaway coffee.

"How's your weekend been?" he asks.

I nod to thank him for the coffee as I climb out of my car. "Good. You?"

He shrugs. "About the same as always. Swimming lessons for Hope at the crack of fucking dawn, piano lessons for Dylan two hours later. Then spent the afternoon doing all the shit Alex needed me to do that I was putting off while on night shift."

"You make family life sound so riveting, man," I reply, shaking my head.

"Yeah, sometimes I wonder what life would be like if we didn't have the kids."

I chuckle. "A lot quieter, that's for sure. But you love the family life."

He sighs. "Yeah... although I really miss sleep. And sex... God I miss sex."

I almost choke on the mouthful of coffee I've just taken. "Surely you still get some sex?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, like once a week. But before we had Dylan, we were at it like rabbits night and day. Now we're both tired all the time."

"Yeah... Definitely happy with my life choices right now."

He eyes me with interest. "Why do I get the feeling you're getting some?" I smirk, taking another mouthful of coffee, and he groans. "Man, I'm fucking married and can't get laid, and you're out there living your best life?"

I shrug. "Sorry, man."

He shakes his head as we start getting everything prepped ahead of our shift. "So, who is it? I didn't even know you'd met someone. Or is it multiple someones? Give me something, mate. Let me live vicariously through you."

I laugh. "Since when did you become such a gossip?"

"Since you started getting some and I need entertainment." He shoots me a grin as he climbs into the back of the truck.

I shake my head. "I don't kiss and tell, you know that."

"Fine. At least let me know if it's one or multiple? Give me something?"

I smirk. "Man, when would I have time for multiple women?"

He points at me, a triumphant grin on his face. "Aha! So, it's just the one! Is it just banging, or are you into her?"

"Dude, seriously, do I need to call Alex and tell her you're spending too much time with her book club?"

He glares at me. "Don't you dare. That is the highlight of my month half the time. But also, for real, why are you being so cagey about this?"

I shrug. "It's only new. We've been on one date."

"Yeah, one date where you obviously got lucky afterwards."

Sighing, I rub my eyebrow. "If I give you one little bit of information, will you let this go? "

"Depends on what the one thing is."

I'm quiet for a moment while I run through the checklist to make sure we have everything onboard, and I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my head. Clearly, he really needs to get out more if he's this eager for information.

"Dude, come on, it does not take you this long to count shit."

"Oh my god, man!" I shake my head, torn between amusement and annoyance. "We went out on Friday night and then she stayed at mine."

"Cause you banged."

"Mate, you are a thirty-five-year-old married man with two children. You are not a teenager who needs images for his spank bank while he jerks off in a sock."

He rolls his eyes. "I don't think you're aware of the similarities between a horny teenaged boy and a horny married man with children."

I laugh. "And if that's the case, it just cements my decision not to have children."

Thankfully, a message comes through from dispatch and the subject is dropped as we scramble to get ready and head off.

I don't know why I'm reluctant to give Christian more details, as we've discussed my past hook-ups in way more detail than that.

But with Imogen... it feels different. I also don't know how to bring up the fact that I'd met her at the job he still brings up almost daily.

I hadn't told him I'd been back, and I don't know if he'd recognise her, but I guess we'll deal with that if we ever get to a point where he meets her.

For now... I just want to get through work so I can claim my rightful place between her legs once I head to her place tonight.

On the way to Imogen's that evening, I stop to grab us some dinner. It can't all be about sex, after all. I'll need food in order to fuck her to her liking, because I only had a chance to inhale one very tasteless protein bar all day.

"Hey," she says, opening the door to let me in. "What's that smell?"

She looks sexy as fuck, wearing an oversized jumper that hangs off one shoulder, her legs completely bare. I really want to find out if she's wearing underwear or not.

"Interesting way to greet me, but I'll go with it. The smell is Thai food... Hope you like it? I probably should have checked, but... well, who doesn't like Thai?"

She raises an eyebrow as I ramble. I think I said more in that ten seconds than any of our other conversations, as nerves kick in.

"Are you okay?" she asks, stepping aside so I can walk into her apartment.

I let out a breath. "Yeah. Just been a long day. And you look amazing. And I'm starving."

She laughs, shaking her head. "Given that whole ramble about Thai food, I assume you mean starving for actual food and not starving for sex?"

I grin. "I mean, once I get the food into me, there will definitely be sex."

"Is that right?" She smirks, then leads the way into the kitchen and starts pulling out plates for us both. "To answer your initial question amongst the word salad - yes, I love Thai food."

"Good, because I got a lot." I pull the containers out of the bag, and she starts opening them to inspect the contents.

"I approve. I love papaya salad." She hands me a fork before using her own to dig into the various containers.

I'm impressed by how much food she can handle, considering her petite frame. But I love a woman who enjoys her food and especially one who likes spice too.

I watch her lift her fork, loaded with the extra spicy papaya salad, and put it into her mouth, closing her eyes as she moans .

Yeah, this woman is basically all my teenaged wet dreams come to life.

I clear my throat and get busy with my own food, needing to distract myself so that I don't decide starvation is worth it, after all.

We move to her couch, and she curls her legs up under her body, turning side on so she can look at me while we eat.

"How was work?" she asks.

She doesn't even react to the heat of her salad, which, I'm now realising, is a massive turn on.

I shrug as I chew the bite of Pad Thai I'd just put in my mouth. Swallowing, I grab the beer I'd bought with me and take a swig.

"It was work. Ended up at the scene of a car accident, which wasn't great. But I think they'll pull through."

She runs her gaze over my face, her expression thoughtful. "I seriously don't think I could do what you do. Doesn't it get to you? All the blood and death, I mean?"

"There have been some jobs that have hit harder than others, I'll admit. But mostly, I'm dealing with patients who think that calling an ambulance means they'll jump the queue at emergency, and they want their drug fix." I dig my fork into my papaya salad. "How was the rest of your weekend?"

She doesn't look like she buys my nonchalant attitude as she studies me for a moment.

Truth is, talking about work is not how I want to spend the evening with her.

The car wreck had been pretty horrific, and the woman had been clinging on to life when we flew towards the hospital.

I've had to learn to leave the horrors of work locked away once I clock off from shift, or it would eat me alive.

It's probably what has made me so sarcastic and cynical, though.

"I just hung out with Annika last night and then had breakfast with my sister and her family this morning. Nothing exciting."

I nod, grateful she went along with the subject change .

"So, how did you meet Annika, anyway? Was she already at the club?"

She grins. "Annika was the first of the sex workers at the Brisbane location. She's been with Sebastian for about six years. So, she was there on my first night and was actually the one to convince me to take the job."

"There's more than one location?" I ask, continuing to eat.

She pauses, and I can tell she's trying to work out what she can and can't tell me.

"Yeah... They have them in a few other cities. But Brisbane is Sebastian's baby. It was the original one. And it's my job to make sure they are all running smoothly, so I travel between locations a fair bit."

"That's cool. Guess it would never get boring."

She laughs. "I think just working with Annika would ensure that I'm never bored."

"Yeah. From my conversations with her, I can tell she's a lot of fun. I also get the feeling she would shred me to pieces if I upset you in any way."

"Ha, yeah probably. I wouldn't know. She's never had to threaten any potential suitors for me." She lifts the glass of wine off the table, bringing it to her lips.

"So, you've not dated anyone since you started there?" I'm fishing for details, and she knows it, judging by the way she hesitates before replying.

"Nope... Haven't wanted to. I mean... my needs are being met, and after my divorce... The idea of committing to one person for the rest of my life feels like a prison sentence."

I turn her words over in my head. It's obvious that her ex was awful, and she is terrified of commitment. Lucky for her, I'm not the kind of guy to demand her complete attention. And I can be patient.

"So... who is the one helping you meet these needs?" I ask .

She smirks. "Do you really want to ask who else I'm fucking right now?"

I shrug. "I mean, I assumed we would have the conversation at some point. And I have no intention of turning into a jealous arsehole. Not really my style."

She's quiet while she considers me for a moment, then puts her wine back down on the table. "Well, if we're doing this, I guess you deserve to know. You saw me making out with Annika, and we do that often. We both have very high libidos."

The memory of the two of them together is burned into my brain.

I clear my throat. "So you're both bisexual?"

She nods. "Yes. I kind of always knew I was, but after my first night at the club, it confirmed that I love fucking women just as much as I enjoy fucking men."

The way she talks about sex is so blunt, which I'm not used to with women. It's refreshing and also has my cock twitching.

"So, you fucked Annika that first night?

" Again, that hesitant look crosses her face.

I can tell she has no issues with how she lives her life, and I don't like her thinking that I'd judge her.

Turning, I put my plate down on the coffee table and push her hair back behind her ear as I face her.

"I'm just trying to get an idea of what makes you tick. No judgement, Imogen."

She bites her lip for another moment, and I have to resist the urge to bite it for her. Everything about this woman is sexy as hell.

Finally, she seems to decide to just go for it. "I fucked Annika, Sebastian and Dante that night. All at once."

I process this, nodding slowly. "Dante's one of the other sex workers, right?"

She nods. "Yeah. And he's even hornier than Annika and me. Think he has more sex than anyone else in that place combined."

"So... are you sleeping with him, too?" I keep my tone even, hoping it shows her that her words haven't scared me off.

"Sometimes, but only with..." She pauses.

I move closer. "Only with what?"

"Only with Sebastian. Or Annika. I haven't played with him on my own."

"And that's what it is? Playing?"

She bites her lip again. "Yeah. It's nothing emotional for any of us, and we tend to take on different roles when we play. I'm sure you've worked out that I like to give up control in the bedroom?"

I nod, weaving my fingers through hers when I take her hand. "Yeah, definitely worked that out. And I fucking love it."

A little smile appears, but she continues to bite her lip. "Well, Sebastian is a dominant. He controls the scene whenever we play together. Whether it's just the two of us, or a group of us, it's always him that is in charge of our pleasure."

"And when you play with him and Dante, he's..."

She shifts slightly, but it doesn't seem to be due to discomfort. "Sometimes he fucks me. Sometimes I fuck Dante. Sometimes I fuck them both at the same time. And sometimes he fucks Dante while I watch."

My ability to hide my surprise fails me then, and my eyebrows fly upwards.

Her eyes narrow slightly, and I shake my head. "Not judging. Just wasn't expecting that. So, Sebastian and Dante are both bi as well?"

"They're both omnisexual. So, they'll basically fuck any consenting adult who asks them to."

The image of sharing Imogen with Sebastian pops into my head, and I'm not surprised that it turns me on. And while I know I'm straight, the idea of watching the two men fuck... Yeah... that would be those layers again.

She studies me as my imagination runs wild with possibilities. "You're handling this all surprisingly well. I figured you'd have taken off around the time I said I wasn't prepared to commit to one person for the rest of my life."

I grin, reaching forward to pull her lip gently from between her teeth. "I told you, Imogen. Don't make assumptions about me. I'm not the cookie cutter guy you've painted in your mind."

Her eyes widen. "So the fact that I like to fuck multiple people at once, or watch two men fuck, doesn't scare you?"

I shift closer and slide my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head. "The exact opposite, actually. I think it's hot as fuck."

She lets out a breath, her eyes still wide. Like I've surprised the shit out of her.

Good.

I claim her mouth, and she moans, gripping my arm.