Page 3 of Keeping Her Secrets

Ian shook his head. “That’s not what being a Dom is. It’s about protecting your sub and seeing to her needs. The media portrays it very differently to how it actually is.” Ian paused and tipped his beer to his lips as he looked at Ash. “If you ever you want to have a look around the club, give me a call and I’ll arrange it.”

Ash knew Ian, his brother Devon, another retired SEAL, and their cousin Mitch owned a BDSM club and felt a pique of interest hit him in the chest. “Maybe.” His answer was non-committal. He was getting ready to go back to active duty, and that was his only focus right now.

“I’d be interested in taking a look at the club,” Daniel said.

“You’re a Dom?” Ian stated with a glance at Jake.

“Not by training, just by nature, I guess.”

“Your fiancée, is she a submissive?”

Daniel cast a look at Ash and then back to Ian. “I should probably go check the groom isn’t getting drunk,” Daniel said, standing.

Ian also stood. “I’ll come with you; I need to make a call.”

Daniel obviously didn’t want to talk about his sex life with Megan in front of family, and Ash totally got that. He had been about to slip away so he wouldn’t hear any more, but Daniel had beat him to it. Ash watched the two men chatting like old friends as they walked toward the pool area. He suspected that could be a good thing for both Trident and Fortis. With them doing similar work on different ends of the pond, having an ally was never a bad thing.

A commotion broke out behind Ash, and he turned at the same time Nick and Jake did, each man going on rigid alert. It was coming from the restaurant. He leaned back to get a better look and was shocked at what he saw. “No fucking way!”

“You know her?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, kind of.” He stood. “Excuse me for a second.”

“Not a Dom my ass,” he heard muttered behind him and assumed it was Jake, but he was focused on the very drunk woman in front of him, currently accosting a man and his wife eating dinner.

“Mustique,” he called as he approached and saw her stagger into the waiter before nearly tripping over the table, and now he was closer to her, the clearly shocked woman who was most definitely not the man’s wife.

He caught her as she fell and wondered how in the hell he’d gone from a stag night to holding the very deadly, very beautiful but very drunk, bombshell from his fantasies in his arms.