Her lips curved up in a grin. “I think you are, Dawson. You might be just what I need.” Her hands traced the curve of his tat. “I admit, when I saw you I thought you were a big bad Dom who wouldn’t ever let a sub have her way no matter what.”
So fucking gorgeous. She tried to hide it, but she couldn’t. Sure, she would be more traditionally beautiful without the pink hair and three earrings, but he liked her mileage. She was lived in, comfortable in her skin. And it wasn’t like he didn’t have a little ink. “I want to give you what you need.”
“I need this.” She played at the ties on his leathers, releasing them and pushing the V back. His cock sprang right out, like a puppy just released to play. She sighed, a happy, satisfied sound, and took him into one hand. “I definitely need a little of this.”
“Take it, baby.” He closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of that small hand grasping his cock. “Take everything you need.”
He let his head rest back and forgot about everything.
Chase stared into his rum and wondered what his little piece of sugar was doing.
His. Damn. He was already possessive. This was bad. Really bad. His brain worked at a rapid-fire pace. There were a million and one reasons a relationship with her was bad. She was one of Julian’s little pet projects. Julian would very likely cut his cock off with a rusty razor blade if he hurt her. She was also potentially going to jail for murder. That didn’t bother him so much. If she did it and he decided it was justified, he could get her off.
God, he wished he’d gotten her off. He’d thought about it, thought about just spreading her legs and playing with her pussy. He could have made her come. She’d been boneless after her spanking, her whole body slumped over his knee. Her bare ass had been right there, just waiting to be played with.
But she’d been crying. He hadn’t been able to think straight. He’d followed his instincts and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her and cuddling her close.
He didn’t fucking cuddle. He left that to Ben. Ben was the cuddler. Ben was the pussy ass who needed to hold a chick after sex. He hadn’t even had sex with her, but he’d enjoyed the feel of her against his skin. He’d nuzzled his face against that bright pink hair, and his mind had gone to a hundred different places.
He’d thought about taking her back to Dallas with him. He was losing it.
“Chase, dude, where did Ben go?” Logan walked up, his broad body in leathers. Kitten walked beside him, her head held high, so unlike the damaged girl who’d come to him four years ago begging for a beating. She’d been with that fucking monster for so long she equated a beating with love and acceptance. He could still remember the time she’d tried to climb in bed with him, offering him her body, her mind, anything so he would let her call him Master.
She’d come to Chase. Not Ben. It always bothered him. She’d come to him because she’d thought he would be cruel.
Cotton Candy hadn’t thought he was cruel.
“Haven’t seen him.” Chase’s eyes caught on something straight out of his own personal horror film. His baby sister stood ten yards away, her blonde hair swinging as she talked to the bartender who simply shook his head and pointed Chase’s way. “Holy fuck. What the hell is that? Logan, you better tell me I’m dreaming right this fucking second.”
Georgia caught sight of him. His pain-in-the-ass baby sister was wearing a leather miniskirt and bustier he recognized as Kitten’s. It looked like she’d stuffed herself in and was in deep danger of falling out. It was not a sight he wanted to remember. She turned, her blue eyes widening and her mouth opening in what he was damn sure would be a screech. Chase braced himself.
Logan turned, his deep voice resounding. “Don’t do it, Georgia. This is a dungeon. If you’re going to scream, you better have a damn good reason. If you don’t have one, I’ll give you one.”
Georgia’s nose wrinkled, but she closed her mouth. She ran to Chase anyway, throwing herself in his arms before he could run away. Her voice was at a smart-ass whisper. “OMG, Chasey! I’m so happy to see you. My big brother. I’ve missed you.” She frowned Logan’s way. “This is my big brother, and he’s the mean one. Ben might put up with your crap, but he won’t. Chase, this man threw my phone away and insulted my intelligence. Chase, kill.”
So Logan had been giving Georgia hell? His estimation of the Bliss kid went up. “I can’t kill him. I’m mentoring him. Well, Leo is, but Leo can’t leave Dallas because Shelley has his balls tethered to her Manolos.”
Georgia’s Jimmy Choos tapped against the floor. “What is this place anyway? I thought we were investigating a murder.”
How bad had this gotten? “You aren’t investigating anything except the flight schedule for how to get home. And this is a sex club.”
Her mouth dropped. “OMG. I have to call my girlfriends. I just landed in the middle of Fifty Shades.” She frowned Logan’s way. “I would call them, but he threw away my phone.”
Logan growled a little. “Your ass is going to be fifty shades of red if you don’t tone it down. Does she have volume control?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but it’s giving me a headache.” He slumped back in his chair. Where was the waitress with the big cans? He’d noticed them earlier and then all he’d been able to think about was Nat’s boobs. They weren’t as big, but they’d looked perky and firm and they would probably fit right into the palm of his hand.
Logan sighed, pulling out a chair for Kitten. He slid a menu her way. “You hungry, darlin’?”
“Yes, Master Logan.” She smiled contentedly, giving Chase a little wink he never would have seen a couple of years ago. “I thank you for allowing me to come along, Master Chase. I’m very much looking forward to spending time with my friends.”
Logan grimaced. Chase bet Logan had never thought he would be the monitor for a girl’s slumber party and it wouldn’t sound sexy. “I already met Gretchen. Not so much with the friendly.”
Kitten shook her head. “Gretchen has a surly demeanor. You just have to look past it. I tried calling Natalie, but she didn’t answer.”
Because she’d been draped over Chase’s lap, her round ass taking every swing of his hand, the flesh pinkening beautifully. She was a rosy red by the time he was done with her. “I’m sure your friend is all right. Kitten, I intend to make sure Natalie doesn’t ever get arrested for this.”
A broad smile crossed her face. “I know you will, Master Chase. You will take care of her. I trust you.”
Trust meant something to Chase. He nodded at Kitten and then turned to his sister. Who shouldn’t be here. No way. No fucking how. “Why aren’t you in Los Angeles? Did Ben forget his checkbook?”
He’d laughed earlier in the day as he’d sicced Hurricane Georgia on Ben. But Ben was supposed to survive the storm and send her on her way with a nice-sized check from the account they shared. What he absolutely wasn’t supposed to do was to come back to Texas dragging chaos with him. Chase loved his sister. Just from afar.
Georgia perked up as though finally happy to be the center of attention, no matter how bad the attention actually was. “Benny’s going to help me find a job.”
Chase growled a little. His sister was not a fixer-upper. His sister was a mess who needed a husband with a ton of cash so he could deal with her instead of Chase. “Aren’t you supposed to be an actress?”
She shrugged. “It’s boring.” Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Logan. “There are only three seats. Shouldn’t you be a gentleman and give up yours? Don’t they teach you how to treat a lady in Colorado? And while you’re at it, call the waiter because I really need some food. The plane food was icky.”