Leah Braemel - Personal Protection

“Not as bad as I think? It’s a sex club, Sam.”

“I seem to remember you tellin’ me about how you and your high school sweetheart made out on the Staten Island Ferry. That’s called exhibitionism. I saw that little vibrator you’ve got stuck in your suitcase. That’s called auto-eroticism. Don’t even try to tell me you weren’t turned on when you were blindfolded and bound because my dick told me otherwise. And shall we discuss your penchant for fellatio?”

“I don’t care if someone likes sex where people might see them. I understand the thrill factor in that.” It was the mйnage part that she didn’t care for, not if the partners had agreed there’d be no others in the relationship. “This isn’t about what goes on at the club, Sam. It’s about how you didn’t tell me about your membership in the club in the first place. That you deliberately withheld information that as team leader, I should have had in order to properly protect you. As I said in the car, it’s about your lack of respect for my job.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a viable lead. Club members are given a thorough background check as well as a psychological examination. I think you’re a great team leader. I wasn’t trying to disparage you that way, Rosie. Honest.”

The wind deflated from her sails and she sagged back against the pillows, chewing her thumbnail. Despite her argument that it wasn’t about what went on at the club, if she was honest with herself, it was a deal breaker. She wasn’t one who could share someone she loved, share Sam, with another woman. Oh, crap, she loved him. How had that happened? And when?

She groaned. “Oh, God, Chad’s a member too, isn’t he? Lee-Anne said you were the premiere partner in threesomes. Please tell me you wouldn’t have expected me to do him too.”

Anger flared in the back of his eyes. “I could never share you with another man, Rosebud.”

“Oh, I see. I’m not allowed to be with anyone else, but you can fuck whoever you want.”

“What? I’ve n-”

“You said that as long as you were with me there were no others for either of us.” She threw her hands into the air then grabbed the comforter before it slipped off her breasts. Suddenly she felt incredibly naked, incredibly vulnerable. “But what did you mean? As long I’m…what? In the same room? In the same building? Did you mean that as soon as I wasn’t around, you could fuck whoever else gave you a boner? Do I need to go down to the clinic for an STD test?”

“I’d never cheat on you, Rosie. I haven’t been to the club since we’ve been together, and if I do go again it’ll be with you. And what’s all this talk about me cheating on you? You of all people should know that I haven’t been with anyone else. Either you, Andy, Scott or Kris have been with me every minute of the day.”

“Lee-Anne told me all about your little threesome as part of her fiancй’s initiation ritual. The two of you are going to fuck her at the same time in front of everyone, aren’t you?”

His jaw locked together, Sam exhaled through his teeth. “Good investigative technique you’ve got there, sugar. Guilty until proven innocent. But thank you very much for believing that bimbo before askin’ me. And no, I wasn’t planning on being part of her plans. Ever.”

Kicking the covers aside, he swung from the bed and paced. “Lee-Anne is a lying, scheming, social-climbing, cold-hearted, class-A b-”. He stopped mid-stride and looked up, comprehension spreading over his face, blossoming into a wide grin. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it? It’s not about the Rouge or me keeping secrets from you. It’s not about your job or the stalker at all. You’re jealous.”

Rosie’s jaw dropped. “Jealous? Of all the arrogant, self-serv-”

“Honey, whenever you think about that bitch, your eyes turn bright green.”

“I am not jealous.” Damn it, then why had she felt like pulling out her Glock and capping Lee-Anne right there in the middle of the party?

Sam’s grin broadened. “Yeah, you are. That’s why you’re so pissed off.” He leaned over the bed and touched his forefinger to her nose. “You, Rosalinda Maria Ramos, are jealous. It’s driving you nuts thinking that I might sleep with someone else.”

Damn it, he was right. When had she become such a possessive bitch? “It’s not jealousy, Sam. It’s disappointment. I trusted you. You gave me your word that while we were together it would just be us.”

“Oh, baby. I don’t know whether to turn you over my knee and spank you for not believing me or to get angry with you for not trusting me. But Lee-Anne Bennett lied to you. I am not going to the club on Saturday. I cancelled out weeks ago-you can check with Chad or Thalia, or even Cooper if you doubt me.”

Intending to do just that, Rosie leaned back against the pillows. “Okay. Let’s say Lee-Anne is lying. I’m not saying she is, but if she is, there’s still the matter about your involvement with the club. Is it true that mйnages are an accepted part of a member’s initiation. Or was she lying about that too?”

He shook his head slowly as if trying to determine where she’d attack. “No-o, pretty much anything goes on initiation night as long as all the participants agree.”

“So these women-the ones at the party tonight were members, right?-do they have sex with anyone they want? Anywhere they want? Or do you guys order them who to do claiming you’re their masters?” Do they parade around naked and shove their tits in your face? Do they wrap themselves around you like that Tawny woman who draped herself around Kris tonight? How could she ever measure up to such surgical perfection? And yet the idea of the club wasn’t as appalling as she’d first thought. As long as there were no other women in the club that looked like Tawny or Mandy.

“Ah.” The mattress dipped when he resumed his place beside her. “You think I might be tempted by one of them?”

Hell yes. Even I found some of them attractive. “It’s a reasonable concern.”

He unclenched her fingers from the comforter and twined them with his. “I have not-” he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, “-am not-” he kissed the inside of her wrist, “-and will not be with any other woman as long as you’re in my life.”

With a quick move, he tugged her until she lay on top of him. His hands cupping her behind, he leaned up and kissed the tip of her nose. “I will never cheat on you, Rosie. I promise.”

She straddled him and sat up, feeling his cock twitch against her behind. “If I do find you’ve ever cheated on me, Samuel James Watson, I’ll cut off your dick and…and…”

Sam snorted. “And what? Feed it to the lions at the zoo? Why not? Since Kris’ll be tossing them my balls as a snack. That’s what he threatened me with that first night you ran out of here and he and Scott were in the hall. Besides, Scott’s already promised to shove my dick down my throat if I hurt you.”

“Really? That’s so sweet.” She allowed herself a private grin. Looked like both Kris and Scott needed to get a big thank you. Maybe she could set one of them up on a date with Sandy.

“So are we good?” He arched his hips, his erection bumping into her ass. “’Cause I was thinking maybe it was time for some make-up sex.”

She wiggled against him to add to his torment, and hers, but shook her head. “Not yet. I still have a few questions for you.”

“Dang.” He heaved a long suffering sigh. “All right, ask away.”

“I guess my main question is why you hadn’t told me about the club before? I mean, you had to know I would have heard something at the party tonight.”

He shrugged “Never came up. I haven’t been there in a while, and I wasn’t planning on taking you there any time soon.”