Page 124 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

CALEB

I f I had any doubt that Kiera wants us as much as we want her, they vanish during the show. As soon as the lights dim, the little minx puts her hand on my thigh, and she inches up toward my cock. She strokes me through my trousers, and it takes all the restraint I possess to keep from exploding.

Blue balls. I have them.

From the sound of Nolan’s choked off breath, she strokes him too. I wait for jealousy to wash over me at the idea of her touching him the way she’s touching me.

It doesn’t come.

I’ve been in a ménage before, but I’ve never shared someone I was serious about.

Thursday afternoon, I’d told Nolan I was fine with it, but I’d bent the truth. When it came down to it, I hadn’t known how I’d react.

Intellectually, I don’t have a problem with it.

I recognize that the connections between Fiona, Brody, and Adrian are just as deep as those between a more traditional couple.

Hell, they’re probably deeper. Adrian, Brody, and Fiona face judgment every day from ignorant people who feel entitled to comment on their lifestyle.

It’s not an easy choice to make, but their bond is rock-solid, and as far as I know, they’ve never once regretted their decision.

Same thing with Avery, Kai, and Maddox. When Avery had first joined Club M, Xavier had asked me to show her around the club, but one look at the expressions on Kai and Maddox’s faces, and I’d known.

I don’t believe in destiny, but as ridiculous as it sounds, those three were destined to be together.

And of course, if there’s ever a trio that’s drawn together like magnets inexorably tugging toward each other, it’s Xavier, Rafael, and Layla.

No matter what happens, no matter how many obstacles life throws in their way, those three will always be there for each other.

Will they figure out how to heal their fractured relationship?

I’m not sure. But I know that even if they can’t make things work, they’ll walk through fire for each other.

In the limo, when Nolan pinched Kiera’s nipple, I’d braced myself for a hot rush of jealousy. If it had come, I would have dealt with it.

Shockingly, watching her writhe with pleasure had just ramped up my arousal.

Listening to the sounds of her moans, my cock had hardened.

Nolan rolled her pert, pretty nipples between his fingers, and her pussy had clamped hard around my fingers.

She’d gushed, hot and wet, and it was fucking amazing.

When the show is done, we get back into the waiting limo. “You’re a bad girl,” I whisper into Kiera’s ear.

Her look is pure innocence. “So, it’s okay for you to take me to the edge, over and over again…”

“Five times,” Nolan interjects. “He took you to the edge five times.” His smile widens. “I seem to remember you enjoying it.”

She flushes. “It’s okay for you to take me to the edge over and over again,” she repeats, “but when I stroke your cocks, ever so lightly, I’m a bad girl.”

“Exactly.” I wink at her. “I see you already understand how this works.” I put my hand on her lap, and inch it upward, tormenting her the way she’d tormented me. “What do you want to do now? We can either get a drink, or we can head to Nolan’s condo.”

“Can we grab a drink first?” she asks, her voice uncertain. “I might need some liquid courage.”

I exchange a look with Nolan. “Of course.” I get on the intercom and ask Andrei to take us to the Jump Club.

The jazz bar isn’t the most exciting place in the city, but it has one thing in its favor.

It’s in the same building as Nolan’s condo.

“You always have the right to change your mind. If you don’t want to sleep with us… ”

Sex has always been a pleasurable game. I’m in my thirties. Over the course of my life, I’ve invited many women to share my bed. I can’t remember the last time I was nervous about their answer.

“I definitely want to sleep with you,” she says instantly.

“You want to sleep with us, but you need a drink first,” Nolan says, his expression confused. “You look nervous. I’m missing something.”

Her face goes red, and she doesn’t look at either of us.

“It’s been a while. And I’ve never done anything particularly adventurous.

I’ve never had anal sex. I’ve never been tied up.

I’m not an experienced submissive, and that’s what you’re used to.

” She takes a deep breath. “Now that this is actually happening, I’m afraid I’m going to be boring. ”

Relief floods through me. That’s what she’s concerned about? “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”

Her face sets in stubborn lines. “You don’t know that.”

The limo pulls up at the club before I can answer. Andrei opens the door. I get out and help Kiera out. “We’re done for the night, Andrei,” I tell my driver. “We’ll probably head back tomorrow afternoon. I’ll text you.”

“Of course, Mr. Reeves.”

He pulls away, and the three of us head inside. A singer is belting out a cover of Nina Simone’s Sinnerman, and she’s quite good. Most of the crowd is in the front, listening to her sing. Nolan has a low-voiced conversation with the hostess, and she finds us a secluded table on the back patio.

It’s late. Strings of lights illuminate the space. Candles flicker on the tables, reminding me of the candles I’d lit in the private room in Club M. That night had ended disastrously. I really don’t want to make the same mistake again.

A waitress takes our drink order. Once we’re alone, I pick up the abandoned thread of conversation. “Can I tell you why I don’t think it’s going to be a problem?”

She nods.

“The difference between bad sex and good sex is chemistry,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. I brush my fingers on Kiera’s forearm and watch goosebumps rise on her skin. “There’s no shortage of chemistry here.”

She inclines her head, conceding my point.

“The difference between good sex and great sex is passion.” I wrap my fingers in her hair and pull her in, close, so close.

Her light, floral scent washes over me, drugging me.

Her amber eyes are liquid pools of desire.

“I saw the way your pretty pink tongue licked the chocolate off the strawberry Nolan fed you,” I whisper.

“I heard your breathy little moans. Felt your muscles tighten around my fingers. Somehow, I don’t think passion is a problem either. ”

Her nipples are rock hard under her dress. I can see the clear outline of those tightly beaded buds. I want her so badly that it is a physical pain, but more than that, I want her to walk into this with no reservations. I won’t be holding anything back; I don’t want her to be either.

“What about my lack of experience?” Her eyes are wide and luminous. “You scene with experienced submissives. I don’t fit the bill.”

“Dominance and submission have a way of messing with people’s emotions.

I scene with experienced submissives not because they’ve been tied up before, but because they already know how to manage those complex feelings that churn up to the surface in an intense scene.

” My lips twist. “Not to mention that I haven’t scened with someone for over a year.

” It’s been even longer than that. Six months after Kiera started working at the club, I’d scened with Maeve, a casual play partner, but my mind hadn’t been on the scene or on the woman tied up in front of me.

My thoughts had kept returning to the pink-haired bartender.

I’d ended the session early, and that had been it.

I’ve had a thing for Kiera for a very long time. I’ve tried to fight it. I’ve tried to stay away from the club and from her. She thinks there’s a scenario in which I find her boring? It doesn’t exist.

The waiter brings us our drinks. Once he’s gone, I take a sip of my beer.

“Of course, sexual compatibility matters. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t.

If you only wanted to have missionary-style sex in the bedroom with the lights turned off, chances are, this wouldn’t go very far.

If you thought oral sex was disgusting, or if you called me a pervert because I broached the topic of bondage, that would absolutely be a problem. ”

She laughs softly. “God, no. I love oral sex, giving and receiving.”

I picture her on her knees, her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock, and I almost explode right there. Kiera’s going to be the death of me. “Do you?” I murmur, holding her gaze in mine. “Finish your drink. We’re going upstairs, and then, you can show me exactly how much you love giving oral.”