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And I know without a doubt in my mind that I’m not fucking Sage in this club tonight. Even if she tells me to. Even if she fucking begs me to, how could I trust that she truly wants it and isn’t just feeling the pressure?
While I’m sitting here having my existential crisis, Sadie leans over to Sage and whispers something in her ear. It takes everything in me to keep from yanking my date away, afraid of what ideas Sadie might be planting in her head.
Then Sadie waves at me and struts away from the table. Sage and I are left alone, still with a few lingering eyes from around the VIP area on us.
“What did she say?” I ask, curiosity burning.
Her lips purse together uncomfortably. “She told me to take you to the playrooms.”
“Why don’t we just leave?” I reply without asking anything further.
“Do you want to leave?” she asks, leaning close to me and gazing up into my eyes with something like hope and fear.
No, Sage. I want to fuck your brains out in every stupid room of this place until it’s covered in us, and then I want to burn it to the fucking ground.
But I don’t say that. Which is good because I really shouldn’t, but I can’t bring myself to lie and say I really do want to leave. And my dick is doing most of the thinking at this point. It’s that little silver dress she has on and the way her lips look so fucking kissable with that dark stain.
Being around Sage makes me feel so goddamn vulnerable. And I can’t explain why. So I can’t come out with it and admit all the filthy things I want with her in this place right now.
But I can follow her lead.
“Take me to the playrooms,” I whisper, leaning in and pressing my lips to her ear.
I feel her tremble.
“Are you sure?” she replies softly. “It’s all in the open back there. There won’t be any faking it.”
“We won’t be fucking,” I say, noticing how the edges of her mouth drop a little at that admission. So I rest a hand on the small of her back and pull her closer as I continue, “But if he can’t see you, then let’s make sure he hears you.”
Her weight gives in to my touch a little as she nearly falls into my body.
And I take that as a yes.
Twenty-Seven
Adam
Theplayroom is essentially an open area with strange furniture and strobe lights so intense it makes it hard to see. The walls are mirrored and the floor is black. It’s oddly crowded with the sounds of sex surrounding us, and that immediately makes me want to leave.
That on top of the eyes following us.
But my only focus is on her and our task at hand. If Brett wants to try and pretend we don’t exist, I’m going to make sure he can’t pretend for long. I’ll have all eyes in this club on her in a moment.
For now, I’m just trying to get my bearings enough to make a plan. We meander through the room, and I keep my eyes on our surroundings until I spot a mirrored wall with a pair of soft leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling.
I pull Sage toward them and stop her until we’re both staring at our reflection in the mirror. Much like at my parents’ house, I savor the look of us together. She fits under my chin so nicely. But then, in the flashing lights, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
And I realize just how different I look. My hair isn’t coiffed the same way. My clothes aren’t as neat and pressed as they once were. I look like a different man with her in my arms, and for the first time in a long time, I like the man staring back at me.
So I imagine for a brief moment that it’s my job to protect her. My job to care for her, to fulfill her needs, to make her smile, and to make her come.
Am I good enough for that? Do I even deserve that much?
How can I when I don’t even know who I am anymore?
“People are staring?” she whispers. “What are we doing?”
I straighten my spine. “Do you trust me?”
