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“Always a good prize. Thanks.” She slapped his palm and started back to the table, her gaze sweeping the crowd for Brett as she basked in the praise from onlookers.
Allie caught Brett slipping out with a tall, slender woman, his hand resting on her lower back. Her elation over her accomplishment deflated – she so wanted to see his reaction to her ride. She wondered if he was escorting the woman upstairs to their private space and knew she wasn’t leaving without taking this opportunity to check for herself on the truth of the rumors that circulated about what went on up there.
“I’ll take that,” Allie said, reaching the table and swiping Penny’s ten from the middle. Picking up her glass of water, she downed the rest then told them, “I’m out of here. Thanks for the birthday bash.”
“We were just saying we’re ready to leave,” Celia said, the three of them getting to their feet.
Penny slung her purse over her shoulder, smiling at Allie. “Yeah, you took the last of my cash, so that’s my cue to call it a night. Congrats, though, you were awesome.”
“Ditto, Allie,” Laura chimed in as they strode toward the exit.
“Thanks, you guys.” Stepping outside, she lifted a hand to her friends. “I’ll see you later.”
“Where are you going?” Celia asked when Allie pivoted away from the parking.
Turning her head, she didn’t stop walking to answer. “To check something out before I leave. It’ll take me just a minute. You three go on.”
“You’re going to spy on that upstairs room, aren’t you?” Laura’s tone dripped with accusation.
“Just one quick peek is all. Go.” Allie waved them off.
“You’re freakin’ crazy, girl,” Penny hissed.
Maybe I am.But how else would she discover what she was dying to know if she didn’t take this opportunity.
The star-studded inky night sky wasn’t bright enough to see by, but as Allie rounded the side of Casey’s, she saw the staircase leading to the upper floor was lit by one light at the bottom and one upstairs at the door. The faint strands of music seeping through the walls and voices echoing from the parking lot kept her company as she tiptoed up the stairs once she spotted the window next to the door. Without it, she would have had to abandon this crazy idea.
Admitting her behavior was ridiculous didn’t deter Allie. She had found men appealing before and asked them out if they didn’t ask her first. She’d suffered through her fair share of rejections also, so she couldn’t explain why she was hell-bent on pursuing Brett, given his disinterest. Something about the look on his face when that reporter had cornered him at the rodeo a few months ago and asked him about his divorce had gotten to her. He hadn’t been sad, but, rather, disappointed and tired, as if he wished the whole thing over so he could move on. Now, here he was, all these months later, with his divorce still not finalized, only determination seemed to have replaced his disappointment. Allie had to admire him for sticking to his guns and, going by the Kincaid brothers’ reputations as honest businessmen and ranchers, didn’t doubt whatever provisions were in their prenup were fair.
She reached the landing and stood against the wall to peer inside the window, her leaping pulse proving she was as curious about went on up here as she was about the man inside. She couldn’t make out anything clearly in the dim lighting, but her throat went dry and her pussy dampened the moment she found Brett wielding a leather flogger against a strapped-down woman’s backside. Allie cringed at the swat he delivered to one vulnerable cheek, yet his partner shifted her reddened buttocks against the padded bench then tilted them upward as much as the thigh straps would allow.
Shivers racked Allie’s body, and, for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out if they were due to excited interest or appalled denial. The fact she was still standing there ogling the scene ought to tell her something. Brett reached out his other hand and caressed the flesh he had abused, and she suddenly ached to feel his hand on her butt, his callouses scratching her skin, his warm palm soothing her discomfort. Hard or soft, she didn’t much care. She just craved his attention any way she could get it. She dragged her eyes away from that scene to tour the room and spotted a couple seated on a long sofa. The lighting above a wall-hugging fireplace cast a faint glow on the sofas and chairs facing them but not enough to make out their features, only that the naked woman sat cuddled on the man’s lap and appeared quite content. Otherwise, she could only see the shapes and sizes of apparatus along two walls.
Allie was so immersed in trying to figure out the uses for each piece of bondage equipment that she wasn’t prepared for Brett’s angry, loud curse when he spotted her at the window.
“God damn it!”
She jumped, her gaze colliding with his before he bent to say something to his partner. Pivoting toward the stairs, Allie only took a few steps before Brett flung the door open and halted her attempt to flee with one word.
“Stop.”
Hand on the top of the rail, she swiveled her head around and offered him a weak smile. “Hi.”
“Don’t hi me,” he ground out, coming forward to clasp her arm and haul her against all those ripped, bunching muscles.
Allie couldn’t seem to help herself. She melted against him, loving how his height and the breadth of his shoulders and chest dwarfed her five-foot-four frame. “If you want me to say bye, you have to release me.” Pressing closer, she shifted her torso so he would notice her stiff nipples, the friction sending waves of heat down to her pussy. The outdoor light above the door revealed his taut, shadowed jaw and frosty-green gaze, neither of which cowed her.
“I’ll release you once I determine if you’re sober enough to drive and escort you to your car to see you off. What were you thinking, coming up here and spying on a private party?” Brett tugged her toward the stairs and started down.
“I wasn’t, thinking that is. I wanted to see if the rumors about that room were true.” He turned to face her when they reached the bottom, and she gave him an impish grin. “I’m happy to say they are, from the little I could see.”
“You saw enough,” he muttered, yanking her toward the parking lot. “Which one is your vehicle?”
“The orange Karmann Ghia.” She pointed to the vintage VW with pride and noticed Celia and Penny parked next to her, likely waiting for her to return. She loved her little car, every penny she had shelled out for it worth cutting back on all other expenses.
Brett led her through the parking lot and opened the door, eyeing the car with appreciation. “It suits you.” Gripping her chin, he held her face still for his intent evaluation. “How many drinks did you have?”
“Only two. I wouldn’t get behind the wheel if I weren’t sober enough to drive safely.”
