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“Well, no, Cas, as a matter of fact, I’m entirely happy to report she was not.” Sam was choking on his coffee. Dean ignored him.
“Then why the hell do I care?” he asked, now letting his exasperation show.
“Because, Cas,” Dean told him and braced one elbow on his desk, “the woman I was with put on a scene so mesmerizing she caught us the attention we’ve been trying to snag for months.” That did the impossible. They had his undivided focus now.
“What the fuck happened?” Cas looked from him to Sam, impatient for answers. “What went down, and how far of a lead are we talking here?”
“First of all, this woman is a goddess,” Sam cut in, waving his arms as if quieting a room full of arguing parents at a PTA meeting. Dean looked at him for a second, because he was laying it on a bit thick, then decided the man wasn’t wrong so kept his mouth shut and let him have his say.
“And her looks matter to me, because…?” Cas asked, then he turned back to Dean. “Again, mazel tov and all that, but you two are sitting here why?” He had a way of lifting his hands and making expressions a mob boss would be proud of, and he made one of those now.
“It matters, because nobody could take their eyes off her,” Sam told him and slapped his palm on the desk. “Nobody. Not only was she beautiful, not only was she honey-blonde and built, and not only was she dressed like Jessica Rabbit in wet-dream lingerie, but she was staring Dean down like she was gonna eat him alive if he fucked up.”
Dean swallowed—Sam was right. She’d been an otherworldly creature, standing like a flame in the middle of darkness, and he’d felt like a mortal taking up arms to face a goddess.
“All right, fanboy, go take a cold shower. You—” Cas waved Dean down. “—tell me why your love life concerns me, Casanova.”
“Well, Sam’s right about Kimberly,” Dean began. “She brought that entire club to its feet. By the time I had her wrapped up in a blanket for after care, she had five drinks waiting for her from other Doms, and I had two shots waiting for me.” That put a smile on old Oli’s face.
“Well now,” Cas said and took another swig of his coffee in salute. “That is something. Any of these Doms interesting?”
“Plenty.” Dean nodded. “Sammy did most of the surveillance, since Kimberly was pretty high. It took me a while to get her down and stable enough to get home. But… I talked to a couple of them once she left.”
“Yeah, he did,” Sam said with a bro laugh and punched him in the arm. “He came back in like he was the world’s heavyweight champ.” They ribbed him good-naturedly for a minute, then Sam continued. “Turns out there are secret house parties and get-togethers. They rent spaces or meet in abandoned buildings and shit. Some of the members think The Lion’s Den is too soft on their subs and too hard on their rules.”
“We’ve been getting the cold shoulder, because they didn’t know we could play in their league.” Dean kicked up one side of his mouth in smug satisfaction. “Thanks to Kimberly, now they’re wondering if they can play in ours.”
CHAPTERNINE
Kimberly finishedup the last touches on Tracy’s hair as the girl raved about her new look and beamed at her reflection. Her hair had come out magnificently. Every head of hair she touched today had, Kimberly mused. Today, nothing could go wrong.
Last night had been hands down the absolute most incredible night of her life. And not just the sex. What she and Dean had done, including the before and after, hadn’t been sex. That’d been something beyond anything she ever experienced before. Her body was sore in the most delicious and interesting ways; plus, she felt as if she had a sunburn in her ass crack. Among other places.
It put a feline smile on her face, and when she caught her own reflection in the mirror, it only made her grin widen.
Then Dean walked in. Kimberly would recognize that soft light-brunette hair anywhere now, she thought dreamily as he stood just inside the wide glass doors and looked around. He couldn’t see the workstations from the front, but the mirrors were all angled so the technicians could see around the partially walled-off desk when someone walked in. Kimberly took her time letting her eyes wander over his long, lanky form. She knew now the hard muscles that lay beneath the expensive button-ups and designer jeans. She also suspected there was a gun under that yummy-looking sports coat.
As if he sensed her gaze, Dean turned, and their eyes met in the mirror. Last night played between them like a marching band, and Kimberly wondered how the whole salon didn’t know, didn’t feel the drugging tension suddenly filling the air. She whipped the cape off her client and could’ve been speaking in tongues to the woman for all she knew as Dean made his way toward her.
It wasn’t until Dean reached her chair that she even noticed he wasn’t alone. Then she saw who was with him and felt her face go up in flames.
“Gentlemen,” Kimberly murmured as coolly as she could, considering her stomach had just dropped to her feet. “You here for a trim?”
Sam smiled sheepishly and looked away while Dean, fallen angel that he was, licked his lips, leaned across her chair, and kissed her as softly on her closed mouth as if they were long-time lovers. Kimberly plopped her butt down on her counter with a sigh, then hopped right back up again with a yelp. Both men chuckled, and they all shared a look.
Kimberly stared at the handsome not-quite stranger thoughtfully. She liked this new and different kind of intimacy. This man had not only seen her naked, had not only watched her and Dean fuck, but he helped. Yet they’d never even been introduced. He was taller than Dean, had a jawbone she could crack a walnut on, and deep-blue eyes. They sort of slanted at the corners; the shape made it look like he was smiling, even when he wasn’t. Or was he just smiling at her with his eyes while he kept his full, wide mouth in a straight and somber expression? Kimberly didn’t know either way, but she liked his face. There was a kindness to him. Maybe it was those crystalline eyes that gave the impression, but she’d bet he didn’t go a day without laughter.
“You remember Sammy.”
She’d seen the way Dean watched her as she looked at his friend, and it gave her no small feminine thrill the way he’d bristled. Kimberly made sure to pour extra warmth in her smile and reached out with both hands to greet him. “It’s nice to—formally—meet you, Samuel.” Sam’s hand was big and warm between hers, and when he squeezed back on her hold, she caught the teasing wink he sent her and fell just a little in love.
“He’s Sammy.” Dean’s head whipped back and forth from their still-joined hands to them grinning at each other. “Or Sam. Not Samuel.”
“She can call me Samuel.” His smile widened while Dean’s disappeared completely. “It’s nice.”
“Sounds like your mom’s calling you,” Dean grumbled.
“Not the way she says it, it doesn’t,” Sam countered, and Kimberly flushed again, but she and Sam were still grinning at each other. Dean frowned, looked on the verge of punching him, then made a disgusted noise and turned back to Kimberly.
