Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Lucas seemed to consider his words. “I can understand. I have to prove myself every time someone new comes in. They all think I got where I am because I’m the boss’s son. I’m going to open my own place.”
Again, news to her. She wondered if their dad knew Lucas had plans. But she had to admit, Tristan was handling her brother with grace. Lucas’s shoulders had come down, and there was an unmistakable air of relief around him. Like he was damn happy the Dom was back in the house, and he didn’t have to watch her fumble more.
She wasn’t fucking fumbling. Was she?
“Let me know if you’re looking for investors,” Tris said. “I think you’ll find a lot of us would be thrilled to back you. But do it because you want to prove to yourself you can. You’re the only opinion who matters here. You’ve got nothing to prove to your father or anyone else. We know how good you are, but sometimes we have to test ourselves.”
Lucas held out a hand and suddenly didn’t look like he wanted to pound on Tris. “Thanks so much, man. I appreciate it.”
Tristan shook her brother’s hand and put his free hand on Lucas’s shoulder. “And I will take care of my subs. I’m back, and I’m not going to let anything come between us again. I promise you.”
Lucas shook his hand and nodded. “Okay. Thank you, Tris.” He stepped back and suddenly looked younger, like Tristan’s vows had let some worry slide off him and he was a carefree young buck again. “You guys have fun in the privacy rooms. I’m going to go meet up with Seth. Apparently we’ve got a new group of trainees coming in for a tour. It’s good to get a look at the newbies.”
Her brother was gross.
“We’re on the main stage tonight,” Tristan announced.
It was an evening for wild revelations. “What?”
She had a million questions, but Tris had cleverly managed to make it so the answers she wanted about him promising all that crap to her brother were secondary to where they would be playing this evening.
“Oh, really? Are you sure you want that, man?” Lucas put a hand to his perfectly toned gut and looked slightly green. “She’s never wanted to play publicly before. I don’t know how I feel about it.”
She was the one who would be having a talk with their big brothers. It was obvious Kyle and David needed to teach Lucas a thing or two. “Your feelings are not required, brother.”
Tristan shrugged. “You can feel like hiding in the locker room because your sister is probably getting naked tonight. I told you I would take care of them, and there’s a streak of exhibitionist in her. She’s certainly played publicly. You weren’t a member back then, and I’ve heard since they moved The Hideout to this space, she and Aidan prefer privacy rooms. But I’m back, and we’re ready to get our freak on. We’re ready to dive back into this world, so we might need to make a schedule because I won’t be sparing your tender eyes.”
“Like how freaky?” Lucas asked.
“You should hole up somewhere, Luke.”
That was the moment she realized somehow Aidan had come up behind her. He wore an identical set of leathers as Tristan but looked entirely different. They were hot for different reasons. Tris was the smooth player who hid his predator. Aidan was her sexy smarty pants who sometimes got lost in his work. He wasn’t now. He stared at her like he could eat her up.
Her brother winced. “Yeah, maybe I’ll stay in the lounge this evening. If I sit in the back, I won’t be able to see the dungeon floor. Sister, when you get back, we have to talk because if you’re going to get your freak on regularly, we need a schedule.”
“We’ll see about that,” Carys said with way more confidence than she felt because her men were making her the slightest bit nervous.
And it did something for her.
Her brother gave her a wave and walked away, passing Tristan to get to the main part of the club.
“It’s good to know you’re going to coordinate schedules with my brother. Good luck with that,” Carys said.
His hand came up to brush her hair back. His voice went low. “Remember where we are. You might not think I deserve your respect, but as long as we’re in here, I’ll have it. Otherwise we should set up couple’s therapy for three. I’ve heard it’s all the rage.”
Sitting around and talking about her problems seemed awful. Besides, they hadn’t had any problems before Tristan left, so she wasn’t sure why she needed therapy. A couple of good orgasms and a sore ass seemed like a better bet. “Yes, Sir. I will certainly respect you as my Dom in this space.”