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My gaze drifts back to Kellan. I roll my eyes. Why do men always think we're trying to stress them out whenever we decide to live a little? "Of course not. Don't be ridiculous."
His gaze skirts across my face, curious and probing.
I shift beneath the weight of it, certain he sees what no one else ever does. To the rest of the world, I'm just Jonas Michaud's little sister. I exist in his shadow, walk in his shadow, live in his shadow. I don't mind. My brother is my hero. But I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm twenty-one. I…chafe at the fact that no one seems to realize that I've grown up.
I have thoughts and needs, and desires. But as soon as someone finds out who my brother is, I might as well be an extension of him. I've never been on a date, let alone been kissed. How many other girls my age can say that? My brother is my hero…and he's ruining my sex life.
I don't evenhavea sex life because of him! Men either want to get close to me because he's my brother, or they're terrified to touch me because he's my brother. It's always one or the other. I guess I came here tonight not just out of curiosity but partly because the allure of complete anonymity is a powerful thing when you've never had it.
Back home, everyone hero-worshipped Jonas. He was the farm boy who made it big. I'm so freaking proud of him. He deserves every bit of his success because he's an incredible person and a phenomenal player. I've never met anyone who worked as hard as he has his entire life to get where he is. But I want a life, too. It's why I begged and pleaded to move to Nashville, where no one knows me.
That's not so wrong, is it?
The man standing before me is the other reason I came here tonight. Since moving to Nashville, I've been looking over my shoulder, waiting to run into him again, eager for that moment. I'm obsessed with someone who doesn't even know I exist. He's probably sleeping his way through half of Nashville, and I'm hung up on one brief interaction from six months ago that he probably doesn't even remember.
It's pathetic, really.
"There are better ways to get what you want, Rebel. Smarter ways."
"Right," I snort, sure he thinks so. Women probably throw themselves at him morning, noon, and night. The thought drives me insane. But there's not a chance in hell I'm going to admit to this man that he's part of the reason I'm here.
"Right? What does that mean?" Kellan takes another step toward me and then another.
"It means if I were a guy, we wouldn't be having this conversation, Superstar. You'd be slapping me on the back and telling me congratulations or swapping conquest stories with me or whatever men do after a night in a place like this. We're only having this conversation because I'm female, and you're friends with my brother."
"We're having this conversation because you don't belong in a BDSM club, Parker," he growls. "We'd be having the same conversation if you weren't Jonas's little sister. You were about two minutes from being Gordon's next playmate, and you aren't even remotely ready for some shit like that."
"My business is my own, Superstar," I say, irritated that he thinks I can't handle myself. "I don't owe you answers about why I'm here. I don't need a savior, either. If I came to sleep with half the club, that's my business, not yours. It's not Jonas's business, either. I'm grown. I get to decide what I do and who I do it with."
He stops in front of me, so close I can see flecks of gold swimming in his amber eyes. "You really think you want casual sex with random strangers? You think that'll cure whatever drew you here?" His lips pull down into a disapproving frown. His face seems carved from granite. "Trust me, Rebel. You can haunt this fucking place until you've seen it all. It won't change anything."
"Maybe. Maybe not." I smirk defiantly, tossing my head to shake my hair out. "But at least I won't have my V-card anymore. That has to count for something, right?" I slip past him, not sure why I said that. Not sure why I want to push his buttons and shock him. Something about him makes me want to push and needle just to see what he does. Just to make him notice me.
It's ridiculous, bratty behavior, but, well…if the shoe fits. I've never been particularly good at following the rules. I'm independent and stubborn and a little bit wild. Jonas isn't the only troublemaker in the family. I've caused plenty of my own.
A weird, rumbling sound comes from Kellan, almost like a wild animal growling a warning. I shift to look over my shoulder at him, but before I can, I'm pressed up against the wall, my cheek to the cool wood.
"You're a fucking virgin?" he growls in my ear, his hard body pressed to mine.
"Yes. Get off of me." I shift around, trying to throw him off, but he's an immovable mountain against my back. "Jesus, do you really need all of those muscles, or is it a vanity thing?"
"You're a virgin, and you're in a fucking sex club?"
"Didn't we cover this with yes?"
He growls wordlessly, and then his body shifts off mine. I don't even get a chance to move before he smacks my ass. Hard.
I jolt upward, crying out in shock.
"That's for being a smartass," he mutters and then spanks me again. "And that's for coming here tonight." He wheels me around with his hands on my shoulders. His face is athundercloud. He's not a little bit angry. He's furious. Why is that so hot to me? "I should tie you to the fucking bed and spank the shit out of you for willingly following Gordon upstairs, Rebel."
Yes, please. Do that.
I gape at him, shocked at how mad he is. And at how hot it is. Good grief. He just spanked me like I'm a recalcitrant child, and I didn't hate it. In fact, I'm beginning to think if he had a riding crop, I wouldn't hate it at all. My entire body is heavy and aching, demanding release.
"Kellan," I whisper.
He drags me into his arms, silencing me with his lips on mine. His tongue flicks against my bottom lip before he licks inside, stealing my sanity. My legs tremble, my entire body going weak as he kisses me like he might die if he doesn't do it right now. His tongue wreaks havoc on my senses, threatening to annihilate what little self-control I have.
