Cav’s gaze shot to mine and I nodded, confirming her story. Back when Jamie first approached Zeke about checking out a kink club, her brother had lost his shit, threatening to do bodily harm to any club owner who allowed his sister entry into their club.
“Yet he didn’t have a problem with you comin’ here?” Cav asked, a mixture of intrigue and disbelief wrinkling his brow
Jamie grinned. “I wouldn’t say that. But he finally caved, so here I am.”
She had a nice smile. Pretty white teeth, perfectly plump lips.
Ready to undress her yet?
I mentally rolled my eyes, followed them.
Cav urged two single submissives to find another place to go and took the barstools they vacated, offering one to Jamie. Rather than sit on the other, Cav casually leaned against the bar, facing Jamie, completely engaged.
“What’s your pleasure, sugar?”
Sweet-talking bastard. Careful or he’s gonna steal the girl right out from under you.
First of all, Jamie wasn’t a girl. And two, she wasn’t under me.
Yet. Night’s not finished.
Fuck.
“Sprite, please.”
“A Sprite and two waters,” Cav told the submissive working the bar, then turned back to Jamie.
“Would you mind me asking where you’re from?” she questioned.
That shit-eating grin lit up Cav’s face. “Born and raised in Texas. Houston, to be exact.”
Jamie smiled. “That would’ve been my first guess.”
“Yeah?”
She giggled sweetly, tapping a spot just above her temple. “The hat kinda gives it away.”
His eyes twinkled and I fought the urge to punch him.
“Not to mention the drawl,” she tacked on.
For whatever reason, Cav seemed pleased by her acknowledgements. But that was Cav. Laid-back, casual. What you saw was what you got with him. Sure, he played a role in the club, but his sincerity and charm weren’t a facade.
“So what has you curious about a kink club?”
Jamie peered over at me, her eyes perusing my face momentarily before she turned her attention back to Cav. “I’ve read quite a bit about the lifestyle, and I wanted to get a feel for it, see what goes on firsthand.”
“Now that you’re here, what do you find most appealing?”
Jamie shrugged, her eyes darting over to me when I moved to stand on her other side. “I’m not entirely sure.”
“What exactly are you reading?” I asked, interested to know what her underlying reason for being here was. I got the feeling she was hiding something.
“Books. Romance, specifically.”
“Romance?” Interesting.
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Erotic romance books.”
Cav laughed, a throaty sound that drew attention from the submissives standing around us. “You’re a dirty girl, are ya?”
I narrowed my eyes at Cav, but it didn’t do any good. He probably figured he was in deep already, so what the hell.
“I’ll admit I’m rather drawn to BDSM. It’s my mission in life to … experience it for myself.”
My thoughts drifted back to her mention of being a virgin earlier. “Really?”
She nodded but didn’t elaborate.
“And you thought you’d lose your virginity here in my club?” I managed to hide my smile when Cav choked on his water.
“You’re a virgin?” he asked as he cleared the obstruction.
Jamie’s eyes shot up to mine, hardened. “I said I was a kink club virgin.”
I held her gaze, implored her. I knew she wasn’t telling me everything.
“So, you’re not a virgin virgin?” Cav clarified.
When she didn’t answer, I knew I hadn’t imagined her Freudian slip from earlier. She was a virgin.
I should’ve turned her toward the door, sent her home right then. Instead, my cock twitched, and a deep, dark need burned hot and fast through my veins. Something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. It was a need to possess, to control, to protect. Although I managed one of the most popular BDSM clubs in the country, I hadn’t felt that need in a long damn time. It was quite surprising in its intensity.
“You are a virgin,” Cav muttered, his voice much lower than before, his baby blue eyes lit like a gas flame.
I peered over at him and shook my head. This wasn’t a conversation we’d be having right now.
But you’ll have it later? When you address the fact you’ve never fucked a virgin before?
Son of a bitch. My subconscious was starting to piss me off.
Cav held my gaze momentarily, then nodded and took another drink before launching a different question. “So, what is it you do for a livin’?”
“I’m still in school.”
His eyes widened and I fought the urge to laugh. “A student?”
“What?” I asked with a smirk. “Did you think she was in high school?”
He glared at me.
This time, I couldn’t help but laugh. Sure, she was young, but not that young.
“Definitely not high school,” Jamie said. “I’m working on my doctorate.” Her eyes dropped to her glass. “In psychology.”
I knew that. I did. But for some stupid fucking reason, I’d forgotten. And then it all seemed to click in place.
