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“We have an electric security system in place and our prospects stand guard at the front gate around the clock. The door to the suite locks from the inside, as does the bedroom door inside the suite. Plus, I’ll be your shadow while you’re with us. Rest assured, you’ll be safe here with me and my club brothers looking out for you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mason. I’m sure everything will be perfectly fine.”
He shot me an amused look. “It’s just Mason, no formalities here, cher.” Glancing away, he continued with the tour of the clubhouse. “Drinks down in the bar are free. Whatever your preferred drink is, Rosie, our bar tender, will mix it right up. We don’t allow any hard drugs on the premises. Nor do we allow guests to record others without their express consent or post the goings on at the Slayer’s clubhouse on social media. People tend to get pissy about that one, so be careful to ask.”
“I understand. That’s not something I would do anyway. I have a very limited social media presence.”
“Good. We’re a private club. Everyone here is by invitation only and vetted personally by our club president.”
Unsure what to say to that, I murmured demurely, “That’s a good way to keep out the troublemakers, I suppose.”
He set down my suitcases in the hallway upstairs, pulled out a key, and unlocked one of the doors. He handed me the key as he shoved the door open. “I hope you like your suite. It has a private bath.”
“It looks very comfortable. Thank you for coming to my rescue back at the gas station, accepting the job as my protector, and helping me orient to being at your clubhouse.”
His expression registered surprise. “Protecting you and seeing that all your needs are met is going to be my responsibility twenty-four seven. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to let me know, cher.”
“Thank you, Mason. I should be good—I packed well for this trip.”
He heaved my suitcases onto the top of a long dresser to make unpacking easier.
“Our prospects cook meals twice a day, in the morning and evening. Again, no charge. Anyone who’s at the clubhouse is welcome to dine with us. If you want something to eat outside of those times, just let Rosie know.”
“Is Rosie in charge of running the clubhouse?”
Mason sorted a laugh. “Sometimes, my brothers and I wonder about that ourselves. However, the person in charge around here is our club president, Storm. I’ll warn you ahead of time that he’s firm but fair. If there are ever problems that I can’t resolve to your satisfaction, Storm’s the person to talk to about that. He’s got an open-door policy, all you have to do is knock. I’ll show you where his office is later.”
“Nicco told me your club was started by a veteran, by and for veterans. Is that true?”
“Yes, cher. Storm founded this club with his battle buddy, Breaker, and his childhood friend Grit. Although Grit has never been in the military, almost every other brother in our club has. Storm used to run a support group for wounded warriors. As you can probably imagine, it drew a lot of veterans to our club.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I responded, hoping none of them were trigger happy and suffering from PTSD.
His tone of voice took on a note of warning when he spoke next. “I would advise you to stay out of the basement late at night unless you are looking to hook up with one of the brothers. There’s another bar down there, and one might describe it as part bar and part sex club, if you know what I mean.”
I gasped, a little shocked at what I was hearing. “You have a BDSM club in the basement of your clubhouse?”
He frowned. “Are you talking about those places where women are tied up, spanked, and forced to have sex?” Without giving me time to answer, he shook his head vehemently. “No, cher. Any brother caught doing some crazy shit like that would be immediately kicked out of our club.”
“That’s a weird take on BDSM clubs as it’s usually consensual, but whatever. Are you saying the bar in the basement is a strip club?”
His eyes narrowed at me. “You’re asking a lot of questions for a lady with a fiancé.” After a momentary pause, he continued. “Since you’re so curious, I’ll just come right out with it. The bar in the basement is adults only because lots of our brothers enjoy an old-fashioned clubhouse atmosphere where they can drink, get a little rowdy, and have sex with the lady of their choice. The women could be strippers, club bunnies, and even wives. Some brothers want to grab a private corner of the room to do their business. Others enjoy allowing everyone to see how pretty their woman looks when she’s flushed with the orgasm he just gave her.”
His bold words went straight to my clit, making it throb with interest. I couldn’t tell whether I was aroused by his sexy Southern accent or the thought of other men watching me enjoy an orgasm he gave to me. An image came unbidden to my mind of me straddling his lap in front of all his club brothers. Of struggling to take all of him as he rubbed my clit. It was shocking how little it would have taken to make me come in that moment.
The more I tried not to think sexy thoughts, the more those images filled my mind. I imagined his hands on my hips, helping me slide up and down his thick cock. I wondered what it would feel like being stuffed full of him. I always liked a little hair pulling with my sex. The thought of his big hand tangled in my hair was enough to make my eyes flutter.
I needed to get myself together before he figured out all the dirty thoughts running through my mind were centered on him. Instead, I imagined he was on top of me, losing control as he thrust into me deep and hard. Studying his face, I tried to draw an image in my mind of his mouth open and him breathing hard with an expression of lust on his face as he stared down at me.
As I stood there unable to stop fantasizing about having rough sex with him, his mouth fell open, and his tongue came out and swiped along his lower lip. I felt myself blush because it almost seemed like he knew what I was thinking.
He reminded me quietly, “You’re engaged to Sophia’s brother.”
Of course, I wasn’t engaged to Nicco. But Mason didn’t know that.
“Don’t worry, Mason. I’m not trying to wrangle an invite to the club’s sacred sex parlor.” Truth be told, it had been so long since I’d been with a man that I was touch deprived. That must be what had prompted all the X-rated images that just bloomed in my mind.
My protector blinked down at me, then his mouth snapped shut for a few seconds as if he were choosing his words carefully. “I didn’t mean to insinuate you were, cher. You’re certainly welcome to go down there any time to enjoy the sights while you’re here. It’s not like any of us would rat you out to Nicco, but in the same vein, I don’t think any of my club brothers would be interested in having sex with another man’s fiancée.”
