Nicole Edwards - Travis

The three of them had spent several hours of the day going through the various boutiques and restaurants, checking on things, making sure all was kosher. But somehow, Travis and Gage had managed to keep her away from the clubs and the common area. It wasn’t like she didn’t know why, but now her curiosity was getting the best of her. The dirty words Travis breathed in her ear all those months ago had been running on an endless loop in her head throughout the day.

She might not remember every word, but she remembered the important ones.

“Short blonde hair, big, beautiful breasts, long legs. She’s leaning against the wall, her skirt pushed up around her waist. Between her spread legs, there’s a dark haired man on his knees, and he’s lapping at her sweet pussy while he fingers her slowly.”

Kylie was primed and ready to go and see if that’s what was happening. Part of her wanted to think that Travis had been messing with her when he told her those things. And if she didn’t see for herself, she would never know for sure.

Travis and Gage didn’t move, although they both seemed more than happy to indulge her by taking her in. “What’s wrong?”

“You know what you’re asking for?” Travis’ tone was dead serious.

“If it is how you said, then yes.”

“There’re rules,” Gage added.

“For everyone? Or just me?”

“Both,” Travis mumbled. “No one touches you but us. And if you just want to watch, that’s all you have to do.”

For now, she just wanted to watch. Her inner voyeur had taken on a life of her own and was currently leading Kylie around by her nose. If she didn’t get in there and see what all the fuss was about, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep tonight.

“Understood.”

Travis and Gage looked at one another again, and they must’ve come to some sort of agreement because they each took one of her hands and led her toward the doors to the common area. Travis opened one of the doors and took a step back, allowing Kylie and Gage to go in before him.

Ok, so she’d had an idea of what to expect because she had seen the resort prior to the opening. However, when she’d been there before, things had been slightly different. One, it had been daytime, and the room had been lit up like a football field on game night. And two, there weren’t any people there.

Travis slid his hand back in hers, and they led her toward Covet, the club that Sawyer had claimed as his own. It wasn’t until they were halfway around the half circle wall that both men stopped and took up their positions behind her.

As though seeing the room for the first time, Kylie blocked out everything she’d seen during the day and focused only on what was in front of her.

The floor was wall to wall, carpet. An exquisite dark teal blue with intricate black designs throughout. The furniture was black, most of it leather. There were a few tall tables made of chrome and glass with chairs interspersed through the space, but not enough to accommodate even the small amount of the people there at the moment. At each end of the room, the doors to the clubs were closed, but the vibration of the sound systems could be heard through the walls.

The common area was surprisingly dark. Not so much that Kylie couldn’t see anything, but dark enough to add a romantic vibe to the open space. Barely heard over the din of conversation humming through the room, there was music. It was sexy and soft, but, if she wasn’t mistaken, it was getting louder. Like the volume was set to increase as the heat in the room rose. Not that it mattered, no one seemed to care about what was playing through the speakers.

Kylie didn’t know how things worked in places like this, but either it was early, and people were just beginning to arrive, or it was late and they were all venturing elsewhere. Either way, there were a few people – several that she recognized – sitting on the sofas or at the tables while several others were doing the same as she was – standing near the outer wall and talking to those they were with.

Throughout the day, Travis and Gage had introduced her to numerous guests, most of them from another club in Dallas. The first group she noticed were Sierra and her husbands, sitting on one of the black leather sofas. And much like the scene Travis had described to her, the men were lounging back while Sierra was facing Luke, her legs straddling his lap while Cole sat beside them, a beer in his hand.

Kylie felt strange watching them, especially after her brief talk with Sierra earlier that day when she’d finally had the opportunity to thank her. Had it not been for Sierra’s intervention, Kylie wasn’t sure they’d be there now.

She forced herself to look elsewhere, only to end up looking at Logan, Luke’s twin brother, and his wife as they stood on the other side of the room talking to a bald guy and a red head at his side. Kylie couldn’t remember their names.

“Is it always this tame?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Gage.

“Just wait,” he told her.

As if on cue, more people began descending the stairs on both sides of the doors from the reception area. Several of the people she recognized from earlier today and more that she didn’t. But it was one particular couple who caught her attention. The man was a giant. Not much taller than Travis, but he was built like a Mack truck. Huge, hulking shoulders, biceps as big as grapefruits, a thick, broad chest and a chiseled set of abs. Kylie’s eyes darted back to his chest. Were those...?

Holy shit. Those were nipple rings.

The man was enormous. And to top it off, he was wearing only black leather pants and shit kickers on his feet, his upper body completely bare, the silver hoops in his nipples glinting when they hit the light just right.

But as fun to look at as he was, Kylie’s eyes strayed to the woman at his side. She was absolutely stunning. She had to be at least six feet tall, willowy and… well, she looked real. She was wearing a ruby red, sheer, baby doll nighty. Her ample breasts were covered, but her nipples were visible through the thin material, her legs were accentuated by sky high heels and a pair of fishnet stockings held up by garters around her thighs. Her long dark hair fell almost to her waist, and as she moved across the room, Kylie saw that her lower half wasn’t covered with anything more than a thin G-string.

Kylie glanced around as the music suddenly grew louder, like a personal welcome for these two people. This was one song, Kylie recognized: Erotica by Madonna.

“Wow,” she said on an exhale.

She wasn’t sure whether she was talking about the couple, the way they moved, or possibly the music and how it seemed so fitting for them.

Erotica, romance

“Which one?” Travis asked, whispering right against her ear as he leaned down closer.

“Both.”

“That’s Xander, you met him earlier.”

Kylie remembered meeting him, but she didn’t recall his name. She’d been introduced to so many people, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to recognize half of them if they came up to her right then.

I'd like to put you in a trance.

“What are they doing?” Kylie didn’t mean to say the words out loud, but she was a little taken aback. Thankfully neither Travis nor Gage felt it necessary to answer her. They just pulled her tighter against them and let her settle in for the show. And she was content with that because she was paralyzed, completely engrossed in what the two of them were doing.

The couple – Xander and the beautiful, dark haired woman – moved across the room as though they were intent on their destination. When they reached the couch in the center of the room, they stopped, the giant man lowering himself to the edge with the grace of a jungle cat. He said something to the woman and then moved to lay flat, his immense body stretching almost from one side to the other. This wasn’t the traditional sofa, this one was almost exactly as Travis had described to her previously. It was circular and lacking sides, but this one was black leather and not red velvet.