Lora Leigh - Only Pleasure

Khalid shook his head. “Allow the judiciary committee within the club to deal with him, Chase. They took care of the matter the first time. Establish the problem and then should further, advanced actions be needed later, you have just cause on your side.”

Chase stared back at him mockingly. “It was one night, Khalid. I’m not establishing a relationship with Kia Rutherford.”

Women were to be pleasured, to be enjoyed. But he had learned years ago that he wasn’t the relationship type.

A grin curled Khalid’s lips. “You fool yourself, my friend. She’s haunted you for two years. The one night of the pleasure she gave will never be enough for you.”

Chase’s eyes narrowed. “But it was enough for you?”

Khalid chuckled. “My heart has already been won. You have no fears that I would poach within emotions that are yours alone.”

Chase grimaced. “That wasn’t my point.”

“Ah, but yes, this was your point.” Khalid leaned forward as the limo pulled out of the gas station and continued toward Squire Point. “Should you require me as a third, I am available to you, anytime. But I fear your Ms. Rutherford sees me as no more than a requirement to be with you. She will tolerate any third you choose. Her pleasure will be your own, and she will gladly accept her due. But unlike some women, Chase, this one requires no third. You alone would bring her to the same heights of pleasure, if not greater levels of it, than any additional male would allow.”

And that was dangerous. Chase had no desire to hurt her, to break the heart that had already been ravaged by her ex-husband.

“It was one night,” he stated, though he heard the lack of determination in his voice.

“Inform the judiciary committee that Drew Stanton is no longer leaving his little ex-wife in peace. This was the agreement you made with her. You would protect her. Yes?”

Chase stared back at him.

“You made the promise, and she went out of her way to ensure the secrecy of who and what we are within the club Ian so graciously provides.”

“I can take care of Drew.”

“Use the committee, Chase.” Khalid frowned. “Because, mark my words, once Stanton learns Kia spent the night in this limo—and he will learn this—then he will only harass her further. The judiciary committee can restrain him, punish him, and your Ms. Rutherford will be protected. Otherwise she becomes a casualty, and you know this as well as I.”

Chase breathed out heavily. Drew wasn’t letting Kia go, and that wasn’t an option. The judiciary committee had taken care of him the first time, so perhaps Khalid was right. If the club protected Kia, then he wouldn’t have to worry about her. He wouldn’t have to watch her himself. Or be tempted to another night of pleasure that would only make him weaker where that lost, lonely smile of hers was concerned.

“It is too bad you were so eager to return to your home,” Khalid remarked then.

“Why’s that?”

Khalid glanced out the windows at the thick snow.

“Storms such as this, women grow cold even within their empty beds. They are creatures of warmth, but they need warmth to hold that part of themselves intact. A woman such as her, a storm such as this.” He waved his hand toward the snow. “She will be cold. That is a great shame, I believe.”

“So go keep her warm,” Chase almost snapped, knowing that if Khalid even tried, he might have to confront a club member for the first time.

Khalid snorted. “And listen to my girls weep and cry that they were left alone for the weekend? Such punishment is not due me.”

His girls. The harem his father had sent him.

“Those kids are going to be the death of you, Khalid.”

Khalid shook his head. “I promised them Christmas shopping this weekend.” He almost shuddered. “Six women under twenty, Chase. You should join us. Perhaps I will require you as my third this weekend.”

Chase stared back at him. Khalid didn’t have a sexual relationship with the girls his father had sent him for his harem. They were like cherished siblings that Khalid spoiled unmercifully. But a shopping trip with those hellions?

“Don’t make me kill you, Khalid,” he suggested with a hint of fear. Because Khalid wasn’t above using blackmail, bribes, or threats when it came to procuring male company during those shopping trips.

Khalid grinned. “You will contact the judiciary committee then?” he asked as the limo pulled into the basement parking lot of the building where Chase had a large upstairs apartment.

“Yeah. First thing.” Chase nodded. Anything to get out of that shopping trip. Anything to protect Kia.

Khalid chuckled as the chauffeur opened the door and Chase bounded out of the limo. Once the door closed and the chauffeur was pulling away, Khalid slid open the partition between the driver and passenger areas.

“Was the fuel bill sufficient to raise father’s eyebrows, do you think?” he asked Abdul with a hint of amusement.

Abdul’s smile flashed in the rearview mirror. “Not yet, Mr. Khalid.”

Abdul always smiled.

“Hmm. Perhaps our next trip then.”

Abdul laughed at the remark. Khalid headed through the snow toward the estate his father had deeded to him the year before.

The old bastard was desperate to get in Khalid’s good graces for some reason that Khalid had yet to understand.

The girls who had arrived two years before still had the power to enrage Khalid. They had all been under eighteen, terrified, bought from their families and sent to a foreign land and a man who refused to do what they were taught was his duty. Take them to his bed.

He ground his teeth at the thought.

They were young women now, adjusting to their studies, their lives. Soon, perhaps, he could find them husbands. That was his duty, as though they were his children. And in many ways, this was how the relationship between them had evolved.

It wasn’t his girls who concerned him now, though. It was his friend, Chase. The past months had been a nightmare. After the attempted murder of Cameron, Chase’s twin, and Jaci, Cam’s fiancée, by a friend Chase had been rather fond of, the other man had become darker, more apt to solitary pursuits than normal.

The Brockheims, parents of the girl who had nearly destroyed the fabric of Chase’s life, hadn’t taken her death well. Nor did they believe the fabrication the detective on scene had attempted to tell—that he himself had killed the girl after she shot Congressman Roberts.

The club members were still scrambling to protect Chase and Cameron against any measures the Brockheims would take against them. Not that they seemed to be taking any. But Khalid considered himself an intuitive man. And intuition told him two things.

One, Chase Falladay had never managed to rid himself of the fascination he had with Kia Rutherford. The second, and this one was by far the more worrisome, Moriah Brockheim could very well haunt Chase from the grave, in ways that could end up destroying Chase.

Moriah had been a friend, but she had also touched Chase’s heart with her innocence and her air of fragility. Kia Rutherford had been off limits to Chase because she touched his heart. But Khalid knew that Chase had entertained thoughts of a relationship with Moriah because, despite his affection for her, Moriah wasn’t the type of woman who could tempt his emotions.

It was saddening, remembering Moriah. For all her gentle ways, she had been insane. She had seen Cam and Jaci as a threat because Jaci had known what the Roberts were. That their sexuality was darker even than that of the members of the club, and Moriah’s demented love for Annalee Roberts had driven her to attempt to kill, Cam and Jaci.

To protect his brother, Chase had had no choice but to kill Moriah before she pulled the trigger on the gun she had held on Cam. That death haunted Chase, and it had caused him to draw back from forming other attachments.