Logan never looked up from perusing the menu. He simply pointed to the floor beside his chair.
Chase had to bite back a laugh. Logan wanted to play Georgia like that? Oh, he would buy tickets to that show. His mind shifted. Actually, it wasn’t such a bad idea. Georgia was a brutal mess. She had a soft heart, but she covered it up with brattiness and sarcasm. She was just another Dawson train wreck. Chase and his brothers had dealt with it through a combination of military service, liquor, overwork, and finally BDSM.
“Is he slow? Why didn’t he answer me?” Georgia asked.
Chase looked back up at his sister. The thought of walking into a club and seeing his sister on a spanking bench made him vomit a little in his mouth, but it was becoming obvious that something had to change for her. College hadn’t fixed her. Their dad was done with her. Unless he wanted Georgia dependent on her brothers for the rest of her life, he might have to take a gamble. It looked like Logan was just in the worst place at the worst possible time. Poor guy. “He did, Georgie. He told you where you could sit.”
Her voice lowered. “Does he know there’s no chair there?”
“I think so. This is a BDSM club. He’s a Dom. You are so not a Domme. If you aren’t a Domme, then you’re a sub, and apparently Ben left you to Logan’s care. So you can sit on the floor next to him or you can go back to your room.”
Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “Or I can find another table.”
Logan’s eyes came up, narrowing on Chase’s sister. “You can try. You don’t have a collar on. Any Dom in the place with a taste for a massive brat with nice tits will be all over you. You’ll find yourself tethered and walking toward a spanking chair pretty damn quick. So if you want to avoid a spanking, you can sit down where I told you to and you can start thinking about what comes out of that mouth of yours.”
Chase waited for Georgia to erupt, but she smiled. “Oh, my god. You think my tits are nice?”
Logan sighed. “Yep. Doesn’t even come close to making up for that mouth, though.” He leaned over and started talking to Kitten as the waitress walked up to take their orders.
Georgia pouted. “I really don’t like him. I think you should fire him. I tried to get Ben to, but he wasn’t listening to me.”
Chase sucked down the last of rum number one. He needed to work on number two and three and four because it would take a whole bunch of liquor to get through tonight. Eventually Ben would show up and demand to know everything that had happened because there was absolutely no way his way-too-empathic brother had not gotten a blast of what Chase had felt for the girl with the pink hair and that fucking tongue piercing that got his dick hard. And then Chase was going to have to explain that he’d spanked the hell out of their prime suspect. Even if Chase managed to avoid his brother all night and all morning, Ben might notice when he tugged Natalie in his lap for the interrogation.
What the hell was wrong with him? He hadn’t been this freaked out over a girl since Kelly McSimmons had taught him that a blow job didn’t have anything to do with drying his hair.
“And then he threw my phone away.” Georgia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “So you should kill him.”
Chase looked up. Logan’s eyes had closed. “Dude, she’s been going on for five minutes. How do you block that shit out?”
“Years of practice.” It was better to just get it over with. Hell, maybe Ben was the reason he’d felt so much for Cotton Candy. Maybe Ben had been talking with some superhot chick at the time and Chase got caught up in his overemotional crap. Ben was always feeling too much. He looked up at the waitress. “Have you seen my brother? Looks just like me.”
The waitress shook her head.
Georgia huffed a little. “I saw Benny. He went back up in the elevator with some pink-haired chick. You know Ben. He can get busy faster than anyone I know. Seriously, you need to talk to him. He’s kind of turning into a man-whore. Do you remember a couple of months back when you both came out to see me starring in the stage version of Full House? I was the ironic Mary-Kate Olsen? Yeah, I totally caught him doing the female Uncle Jesse in the dressing room.”
“That was me.” And female Uncle Jesse had been the Michael Phelps of deep-throating. She’d never taken a breath. Yeah, he still thought about her. He tried to forget about her mullet. What did she mean by pink-haired girl? Maybe there were a bunch of pink-haired girls. Maybe it was a thing at this place. Fuck no.
Kitten’s eyes lit up. “Natalie is dating Ben?”
Chase felt every muscle in his body tense. “I wouldn’t call it dating.”
He hoped Ben didn’t fuck this up. He stopped. Ben wouldn’t fuck it up. If Natalie needed to talk, Ben was probably the better choice. He wondered if she’d been surprised to find out Ben wasn’t her Sir Dawson. That would be funny.
What if she liked Ben better? He was probably doing a whole fuckload of mushy talking stuff and telling her shit about how the world wasn’t all bad. Chase would just have told her yeah it was crap, let’s fuck.
Georgia frowned, her lips still pouting down in impatience. “Chase, I don’t know how he met the Goth chick. I think he could do better, though. She’s way too short for him. And I doubt she’s got great manners, if you know what I mean. I just know that he totally ignored me when I tried to get his attention. He had his tongue down her throat.”
Chase stopped and let everything slip away, reaching out for his brother with the mental connection he tried to ignore most of the time because Ben was so shiny and Captain America-like that he often got nauseous when Ben was thinking about saving fucking kittens or shit.
But his brother wasn’t thinking about saving shit now. He was thinking about his freaking cock and sugar. The word actually floated through Chase’s mind. Sugar. Sweetness. Cotton Candy. Goddamn it.
He stood, his heart thudding in his chest. He looked at Logan. “Watch them. You’re responsible for both of them.”
Logan shook his head. “Dude, you cannot just dump your unwanted females on me. Do I look like a babysitting service?”
Chase didn’t bother to reply. He barely heard Logan over the anger pounding through his system. Ben got fucking everything. Everyone loved Ben and put up with Chase. That was his goddamn Cotton Candy. For the first time in his life, he thought about not sharing with his brother.
“Chase, where are you going?” Georgia yelled as he started out of the bar. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him. “Are you really leaving?”
“Stay with Logan. Ben’s enjoying a little dessert, but he stole my sugar. I’m going to kick baby brother’s ass.”
Chapter Six
Nat had to catch her breath as Ben’s cock sprang up out of his leathers. Wow. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen man parts before. She’d been going to clubs since she turned twenty and decided to try the lifestyle. Man parts were often on display. They just, oh holy hell, didn’t look like this. If cocks were cars, she’d seen Hondas and Toyotas and the occasional hot sports car, but this was like a freaking Maserati.
“Touch it, sweetheart.” Ben’s voice sounded a little drugged. He was looking up at her with lazy, sexy eyes and he didn’t seem to mind that she was in control. She’d been so worried that he would be offended by the unnatural position. Most Doms wouldn’t give up control, but Ben was perfect. He’d been hard when she needed him to be and now he was offering himself up to her on a platter. She relaxed. She wanted this, and it felt so good to want something.
She let her fingers barely skim his cock, taking in every glorious inch of him. Ben’s cock was long and thick, straining up toward her. His balls were tight against his body, round and heavy. He obviously believed in careful grooming.