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“I… had my heart broken,” I tell her honestly. “It took me too long to realize during that time that I don’t need to play byother people’s rules to make my way through life. I can keep my boundaries intact, use my words, and refuse to do things I simply don’t want to do.”
Maddie’s eyes widen as she thinks about that. “I have always wanted to ask people this, but always worried someone would spew bullshit back at me,” she admits. “Thank you for being real with me.”
The next hour flies by and then we’re catching a cab to a club. It’s supposed to have really good music, so Tyler suggested we go here. Except, as we walk up to the bouncer, I frown at the name of it:Club Kink.
What kind of club is this?
“Welcome to Club Kink,” the bouncer grins. “Please be advised this will be an experience unlike anything you’ve ever had. The second floor will have BDSM scenes, so if you’re interested in viewing those there will be forms for you to fill out. This is also an open space to consensually explore any kinks you may have, so don’t be surprised if you find people having sex around you.”
My head whips around as I find Tyler’s eyes who smirks with a shrug. “Did you know?” I mouth. I’m all up for something adventurous, but a heads up would have been nice. He shakes his head at me, and I figure we’re already here, may as well stay.
Thanking the bouncer as he lets us in, we sign the NDAs for the club, which is why we didn’t even know this was basically a sex club. No one can talk about what’s inside these walls, and the club doesn’t advertise it.
The walls are black and a navy blue, and the club is lit up with soft lighting as we walk through a walkway that opens up to the dance floor. The music is exactly what I want to move my body to, and the lights aren’t the typical strobe that gives me a headache.
I think I’ll be very happy here. Whether or not I work up the courage for some public sex remains to be seen, though.
“Drink, Baby?” Tyler asks in my ear as my hips start to roll to the music, and I nod. A drink or two sounds perfect.
Together, we cross to the first bar area we see. Catching the eye of a male bartender, I smile brightly at him.
Nodding, he makes his way over to me, bending over the bar to talk to me. “What can I get you?” he shouts.
“Shot of tequila!” I tell him. Tyler raises a finger to tell him he wants one too, Draven shrugs and holds up a finger, and Mav and Atlas glance at each other before nodding.
“Damn, I haven’t had tequila in a long time, Lovely,” Draven murmurs into the shell of my ear as he wraps his arms around my waist.
“You don’t have to have one,” I remind him. I don’t want him to feel pressured to drink with me. “Is this going to be a problem?”
“Nope, I plan to have one and that’s it,” he murmurs. “Just be aware that it may make my cock need to be deep inside of your pretty, pink pussy.”
“When I’m asleep or awake?” I sass. Draven stares at me in shock for a second before treating my ass to a spank. I swear my pussy contracts in need as I gasp, and I decide maybe I will be having a little naughty fun tonight.
Giggling, I turn to where the bartender is lining up our shots.
“What’s so funny?” Mav asks, startling me as he speaks to me with his hand on my hip. He’s so quiet for being as large as he is.
“Draven apparently gets very naughty when he drinks tequila,” I tell him. Mav barks out a laugh.
“I don’t think he knows how to be any other way, Sweet Girl,” he says easily. I shouldn’t enjoy the pet name, but I catch myself staring at him for longer than I want to.
Nope, I shouldn’t want to go there. I admitted to Maddie that Mav and Atlas broke my heart. I may not have mentioned their names, but I know when I made myself vulnerable to them and they rejected me, I was crushed.
It was hard for me to even want to date anyone else, which is why I was obnoxious when I met Tyler.
I didn’t want to be sweet or innocent, and he just wanted me to be myself. It’s why it’s always been so easy for us, even when I misread him. He won’t let me run from him or storm away until I understand what he meant.
Picking up my shot glass to get out of my head, the guys follow me, clinking my glass. I don’t bother with salt or lime, simply tossing it back. Making a face as I swallow, Tyler smirks at me as he easily downs his drink.
“Now I need to dance,” I decide. “Any takers?”
“Me,” Atlas grunts, holding his hand out to me. I don’t want to take it, but I won’t ever crush someone the way they did to me. It’s just a dance, anyway. Right?
Twenty-Five
ATLAS
Layla Campbell is a vision. Her eyes seem to sparkle as she takes my hand as if accepting a dare.
