Kade.
Where was he?
She swallowed the question at the tip of her tongue and made her way toward the three men her body remembered all too well. Thanks to Stryker, her raging libido had taken a rocket ship straight to a new level of need which ensured that, God help her, if Kade didn’t show up soon, the three men in front of her would have to peel her off the walls.
Or off them.
Lance’s large hand covered hers as he seized her suitcase and leaned over to place a feather-soft kiss on her cheek. “Welcome to The Brigade, Autumn. We’ve missed you.”
Definitely off them.
“Bella, you are as beautiful as I remember.” Lorenzo leaned toward her and placed a kiss on her forehead as he grabbed her shoulder bag. “I trust your trip was good? I suggested sending the private jet for you, but Chase thought you’d consider that too much.”
“A woman as special as Autumn shouldn’t experience the jet alone.” Chase sidled up and brushed against her side as he removed her purse from her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “How have you been?”
Her lungs collapsed. Breathing was too much of a distraction when surrounded by the three men who’d starred in every wet dream she’d had for the past two weeks. Kade always won her over each night with his husky whispers and sensual smile, but these men had a special place in her darkest pleasures.
“Good.” She wet her lips and glanced around again.
“You’ll see him soon enough.” Lance latched onto her arm. “I’m afraid there’s a bit of business we need to handle first for check-in, and we figured it’d go better if we handle it. Rules must be followed, even for you.”
Rules? The men directed her toward the door. Chase flashed his bracelet across a display and the latch popped open. Lorenzo moved behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist.
“It’ll be okay, bella.” She shivered. “We’ll make this as pleasurable as we can, and then you can see Kade.”
“Lucky son of a bitch,” Lance commented.
“I don’t understand.” The door clicked shut, sealing her into a small room adorned with a narrow cherry-wood table and no chairs.
Lorenzo and Chase set her bags on the table. Lance maneuvered her to the opposite end of the small area. His massive body loomed behind her. His hot breath fell on her neck as he leaned her body down and positioned her hands shoulder-width apart and palms down on the surface.
“Don’t move.” He kicked her legs apart until they were spread wide. She swallowed the ball of pleasurable nerves lodged in her throat. Unable to speak, she simply nodded, trusting they’d tell her what the hell was going on. “We have a small confession to make. You coming here wasn’t Kade’s idea.”
Dread seized her. Kade hadn’t wanted her here?
Don’t panic. He hasn’t seen you yet. You can leave. Pretend you were never here.
Lance chuckled. “Have no fear, sweet Autumn. He’s quite eager to fuck you so hard you’ll forget where you are. He’s just not too happy with us for pressuring him to share his lifestyle with you. In all ways.”
“I never…” She faltered as Lorenzo unzipped her suitcase. “I never asked for a commitment.”
“True,” Chase drawled. His blue eyes captured her attention as he motioned toward the bag he was unzipping. “The Brigade is a resort, a special one where women get to dabble in BDSM under the guidance of experienced Doms.” He paused. “But we’ve got rules about what can and can’t be brought in.”
Oh. My. God. Autumn wanted to crawl into the slate flooring and curl into a small heap of goo. Moisture pooled between her legs at the thoughts Chase’s words catapulted into her head. Doms. It was as if fate had read her secret wishes and cast them into existence.
Then the rest of the statement bellowed in her mind. What can and can’t be brought in.
Shit.
She pulled back and slammed into Lance’s powerful body. He leaned forward, his hand pressing her down until she was leaning over the table again. “Don’t move.” His hand rested at her waist. “You’ll be stripped of all your clothing and given attire of our choosing. We learn a lot from what’s in suitcases. Looks like we’ll be learning a hell of a lot since you packed so much.”
She gulped. His hot breath lapped at her ear as Lorenzo and Chase each unzipped a bag. Her mind raced, trying to assess which of the twin bags contained the naughty toys she’d intended to share with Kade. She’d anticipated his dominant nature, and expected he’d find them on his own. She hadn’t envisioned anyone else seeing…
“Well, bella, you came quite prepared.” Lorenzo removed her toys and placed them on the table.
Mortified, Autumn stood motionless while each of them was placed on the table. A paddle, the leather belt Kade had whipped her with the first night and then left at her place, the cane she doubted she’d ever be brave enough to feel wielded against her skin. She shivered in apprehensive pleasure when the vibrator and nipple clamps thudded onto the table. What had she been thinking to bring all this stuff with her?
Lance chuckled against her ear. His hand slid down her leg and then up her inner thigh. “You must’ve been a Girl Scout. So prepared, little one.”
Chase picked up the cane and slapped it into his other palm. “This is why we don’t allow toys in the resort. Delicate flowers like you aren’t ready for this, sweetheart. Not yet anyway.”
Lorenzo popped open a black bag and put the toys in it. Autumn tried to grab her possessions, but Lance seized her hand. “You’ll get them back, assuming Kade allows it. I suspect this adventure will change a lot for you where he’s concerned.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Oh, he knows.” Lance pressed against her from behind and unbuttoned her blouse. |
